(The frost coating the bedsheets is a problem for them to address once they have had their fill of each other--in other words, not now.)
Sinking down onto Lan Xichen's cock, Jin Guangyao makes a low, shuddering sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and cannot take his eyes of of Lan Xichen's face. His eidetic recollection of the past has been a curse as much as it has been a blessing throughout his life, but this moment he wants to commit to the most sacred annals of his memory, to revisit both the burning stretch of being penetrated, as well as the love that abides in Lan Xichen's eyes. Jin Guangyao grips the headboard for balance and support, letting it bear his weight as, in slow, gradual movements, he raises himself up with his thighs, then eases himself down again.
"Oh," he breathes, eyelashes fluttering, and, "oh," again with each careful downward grind of his body, until he is at last fully seated in the cradle of Lan Xichen's hips, flush against him down to their most intimate parts. The sheer size of his lover inside him has him flushed and struggling to catch his breath, the pupils of his already dark brown eyes blown wide from the overwhelming sensation of being so full. Jin Guangyao at last lets go of the headboard and moves his hands to frame Lan Xichen's face again; in his lap, his hips rock forward involuntarily, muscles clenching around Lan Xichen's cock.
"Did you ever think about us, like this? Before?" He whispers the question as though asking it at all is like tasting something forbidden, but now that they are joined together like this, he can't help himself; he wants to know, needs to know, that he wasn't the only one driven to the point of distraction on those occasions when they were alone in each other's company, and it would have been easy, so easy, to reach out and--
Jin Guangyao draws Lan Xichen closer so that he can curl both arms around his shoulders and press their bare chests together, and rest his forehead against Lan Xichen's as he rides him. Now that he's asked the first thing, the next one seems impossible to hold back, and so he doesn't. He wets his lips before asking, "Did Er-ge think about taking his A-Yao like this? Or," a pause, while his mouth finds the angle of his jaw just above his pulse point, and he grazes his teeth across it, "did you want to have me on my back in your bed? Tell me," he pleads, "tell me, I want to know." There are no wrong answers here; Jin Guangyao clearly just wants to goad Lan Xichen into voicing his fantasies, to further fuel the fire of their lovemaking.
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Sinking down onto Lan Xichen's cock, Jin Guangyao makes a low, shuddering sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and cannot take his eyes of of Lan Xichen's face. His eidetic recollection of the past has been a curse as much as it has been a blessing throughout his life, but this moment he wants to commit to the most sacred annals of his memory, to revisit both the burning stretch of being penetrated, as well as the love that abides in Lan Xichen's eyes. Jin Guangyao grips the headboard for balance and support, letting it bear his weight as, in slow, gradual movements, he raises himself up with his thighs, then eases himself down again.
"Oh," he breathes, eyelashes fluttering, and, "oh," again with each careful downward grind of his body, until he is at last fully seated in the cradle of Lan Xichen's hips, flush against him down to their most intimate parts. The sheer size of his lover inside him has him flushed and struggling to catch his breath, the pupils of his already dark brown eyes blown wide from the overwhelming sensation of being so full. Jin Guangyao at last lets go of the headboard and moves his hands to frame Lan Xichen's face again; in his lap, his hips rock forward involuntarily, muscles clenching around Lan Xichen's cock.
"Did you ever think about us, like this? Before?" He whispers the question as though asking it at all is like tasting something forbidden, but now that they are joined together like this, he can't help himself; he wants to know, needs to know, that he wasn't the only one driven to the point of distraction on those occasions when they were alone in each other's company, and it would have been easy, so easy, to reach out and--
Jin Guangyao draws Lan Xichen closer so that he can curl both arms around his shoulders and press their bare chests together, and rest his forehead against Lan Xichen's as he rides him. Now that he's asked the first thing, the next one seems impossible to hold back, and so he doesn't. He wets his lips before asking, "Did Er-ge think about taking his A-Yao like this? Or," a pause, while his mouth finds the angle of his jaw just above his pulse point, and he grazes his teeth across it, "did you want to have me on my back in your bed? Tell me," he pleads, "tell me, I want to know." There are no wrong answers here; Jin Guangyao clearly just wants to goad Lan Xichen into voicing his fantasies, to further fuel the fire of their lovemaking.