[ The ember has been burning for a while, though, for the sake of their friendship, MingJue has restrained his feelings. The Lans are not the most outwardly affection of people and, truly, MingJue didn’t know if XiChen is even interested in other men. But something about the tone of the night, the frustration with his brother, the emergency rescue, and the way XiChen looked at him from across the table… it was like a strike of lightning.
Somehow, MingJue rises just as XiChen moves around the table. Those bare arms wrap around XiChen’s seemingly slim frame, pulling him close enough to feel taut muscle over bone. The heat of their bodies seep through their clothes, making the temperature of room seeming to steadily ride. Strong hands move to dip under the hoodie XiChen’s wears, fingers grazing across skin even as his tongue maps out every crevice of XiChen’s mouth. ]
[ It’s one thing to see the word typed from his phone’s screen, another entirely to hear profanity from such proper lips. As if he needed urging on. MingJue sucks in a quick breath before their mouths are locked together again. His fingers drag across that porcelain skin, breaking contact only to grip XiChen by the ass and hoist him up onto the table… the better to slot their hips together. ]
[ XiChen's knees spread to welcome MingJue's body against him, then his thighs immediately tighten around the strong hips, shins locking behind his thighs to press him closer. It's definitely a more convenient angle for kissing, too, and XiChen takes advantage of it, doing his best to devour the warm mouth he has been craving so often over the years.
Then uses the time to catch his breath to pepper kisses over MingJue's face, lingering a moment longer on the crease between his eyebrows. Palms on each side of MingJue's face, he puts the couple of inches between them that he needs to be able to look at him. ]
I want you so much. Don't hold back.
[ There will be more words later. But he wants to make sure now that MingJue doesn't question what they are doing. Not even for a moment. ]
[ The look in those dark eyes could burn through someone. MingJue was nothing, if not intense in all his endeavours. Exhale. His blood rushes in his ears and he has to focus on XiChen’s lips – those beautiful, delicious, distracting lips – to make out what he’s saying.
Want you. Don’t hold back.
That’s all it takes for him to close the space between them with a loud growl. He takes his fill of those lips again before his mouth trails along the line of XiChen’s jaw, down the column of his throat. Teeth graze against that jade-like skin and the urge to bite, to leave some sort of mark surges up. ]
You should have said something sooner.
[ His voice is little more than a rasp against XiChen’s throat, before his lips latch on to the place where he feels the pulse beat. Okay, sure, they’re going to end up looking like fourteen-year old making out for the first time, but he doesn’t care. His hands find purchase on XiChen’s hips, pulling them closer, utterly shameless and already half-hard. ]
[ XiChen has been half hard since sometime on the bike, and he presses eagerly into the solid warmth that pushes against him, even as he tips his head back to allow MingJue better access to his throat. ]
I should have. But if I did, and you didn't want it...
[ His fingers tighten, slightly, into the older man's dark locks. Losing him altogether is not a prospect that sits well with XiChen. ]
[ He can’t imagine not wanting XiChen. Beyond being utterly beautiful, he’s kind, understanding, caring, loyal. Insert any number of adjectives that appeal to MingJue’s sense of right and wrong and they all apply to this man. What’s not to want?
Another low, growling sound rumbles in his chest and he breathes out heavily against XiChen’s throat. ]
I want it. Want you.
[ As if to drive the point him, MingJue shifts his hips, grinding eagerly against XiChen. ]
[ Ah, hearing filth from XiChen's proper lips sends a thrill through him, but that look, that's what makes his blood run hot. MingJue presses in for another greedy kiss, sliding his hands from XiChen's hips under his ass to lift him off the table. It's just a little kitchen table that surely won't be able to survive the rigorous sex that's bound to happen. How would he possibly explain a broken table to HuaiSang?
In the back of his mind he thinks this really shouldn't be happening in here and XiChen certainly deserves better than to be fucked senseless on the floor... But the thought of the distance between their present location and MingJue's bedroom is just too much to traverse.
He doesn't break away from kissing while he lowers XiChen to the floor. There are small sips of gasped air, but he never takes his mouth off XiChen's. Moving is easy with XiChen's leg's around him, but wriggling the over-large pants he's wearing down poses more of a problem. ]
[ The way they are now, XiChen can shift away from wrapping his legs around MingJue's waist for a moment to kick off his pants. MingJue, however, is not having it that easy at all. After taking a few heartbeats too long, his jade brow wrinkles very slightly. And he reaches down and with an ease tears apart the loose pants while his teeth so lightly graze MingJue's lower lip. ]
I'll buy you a new pair. Or a few, just in case. Later.
[ Welcome to Lan arm strength, MingJue. But if you were worrying you were being impatient... ]
[ If he weren’t otherwise occupied, MingJue might have been surprised. XiChen certainly doesn’t have that sort of bulky, bodybuilder frame that screams strength and power, but he has strength and power nonetheless. Not that MingJue is thinking about much of anything other than getting inside the man he’d been secretly wanting for so long. A few torn clothes aren’t a big deal.
But in their hurry, some important things are missing. MingJue pulls away, gasping. ]
Wait, wait…
[ The words are breathless, painfully grated out as waiting is the last thing he wants to do. ]
[ XiChen is actually, genuinely panting, but he does stop trying to press for more, here, right now, with MingJue beckoning him to wait. For a moment, his eyes - irises nearly swallowed by the pupils - just stare at the older man as the word sinks in, then he nods. ]
I'm ... clean but... [ He sucks in a deep breath. ] I can probably move faster to get some.
(( Well, that mental image certainly earn a twitch of interest. Just when Mingjue thought he couldn’t possibly get harder, Xichen has to say something like that and prove him wrong. Unfortunately for him (or them???) Mingjue is fully aware that he’s, um, very well endowed. There’s no way he’d even attempt to go in dry. Which leaves him groping around in one of the cupboard for… vegetable oil is what he retrieves. He shifts enough to unscrew the cap without putting his full weight on Xichen and dumps the slick substance into his hand. A few quick strokes and he’s pressing his cock to Xichen’s entrance. ))
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Somehow, MingJue rises just as XiChen moves around the table. Those bare arms wrap around XiChen’s seemingly slim frame, pulling him close enough to feel taut muscle over bone. The heat of their bodies seep through their clothes, making the temperature of room seeming to steadily ride. Strong hands move to dip under the hoodie XiChen’s wears, fingers grazing across skin even as his tongue maps out every crevice of XiChen’s mouth. ]
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This is where he belongs. Those strong arms bracing him close to the large body, and those hot lips and tongue owning his mouth.
Then fingers skim over his skin and he can't help but gasp, his own sliding into the dark mane of MingJue's hair. ]
Fuck. Yes!
[ XiChen is not a man much given to profanity. Neither his temperament nor his circumstances urge such words out of him.
But, right now? There is nothing else fitting to say, before he presses closer, his body aligning along the taller one, and he kisses again, harder. ]
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Then uses the time to catch his breath to pepper kisses over MingJue's face, lingering a moment longer on the crease between his eyebrows. Palms on each side of MingJue's face, he puts the couple of inches between them that he needs to be able to look at him. ]
I want you so much. Don't hold back.
[ There will be more words later. But he wants to make sure now that MingJue doesn't question what they are doing. Not even for a moment. ]
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Want you. Don’t hold back.
That’s all it takes for him to close the space between them with a loud growl. He takes his fill of those lips again before his mouth trails along the line of XiChen’s jaw, down the column of his throat. Teeth graze against that jade-like skin and the urge to bite, to leave some sort of mark surges up. ]
You should have said something sooner.
[ His voice is little more than a rasp against XiChen’s throat, before his lips latch on to the place where he feels the pulse beat. Okay, sure, they’re going to end up looking like fourteen-year old making out for the first time, but he doesn’t care. His hands find purchase on XiChen’s hips, pulling them closer, utterly shameless and already half-hard. ]
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I should have. But if I did, and you didn't want it...
[ His fingers tighten, slightly, into the older man's dark locks. Losing him altogether is not a prospect that sits well with XiChen. ]
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Another low, growling sound rumbles in his chest and he breathes out heavily against XiChen’s throat. ]
I want it. Want you.
[ As if to drive the point him, MingJue shifts his hips, grinding eagerly against XiChen. ]
I want to fuck you right now.
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[ Low and husky, before he lowers his chin once more to meet MingJue's eyes, lick his lips, and very deliberately amend that to, ]
Fuck, yes.
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In the back of his mind he thinks this really shouldn't be happening in here and XiChen certainly deserves better than to be fucked senseless on the floor... But the thought of the distance between their present location and MingJue's bedroom is just too much to traverse.
He doesn't break away from kissing while he lowers XiChen to the floor. There are small sips of gasped air, but he never takes his mouth off XiChen's. Moving is easy with XiChen's leg's around him, but wriggling the over-large pants he's wearing down poses more of a problem. ]
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I'll buy you a new pair. Or a few, just in case. Later.
[ Welcome to Lan arm strength, MingJue. But if you were worrying you were being impatient... ]
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But in their hurry, some important things are missing. MingJue pulls away, gasping. ]
Wait, wait…
[ The words are breathless, painfully grated out as waiting is the last thing he wants to do. ]
Condoms…
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I'm ... clean but... [ He sucks in a deep breath. ] I can probably move faster to get some.
[ Not 'one.' Definitely not just one. ]
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[ So...? The heated look he gives XiChen begs the question: do we need them? MingJue would rather not break apart if they didn't absolutely have to. ]
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Then you can get to see me roll one down your length with only my lips and tongue later. Now I can live with just having you inside me, if you can.
[ And by 'I can live with,' he means 'fuck me now,' if the burning eyes are anything to go by. ]
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(( Well, that mental image certainly earn a twitch of interest. Just when Mingjue thought he couldn’t possibly get harder, Xichen has to say something like that and prove him wrong. Unfortunately for him (or them???) Mingjue is fully aware that he’s, um, very well endowed. There’s no way he’d even attempt to go in dry. Which leaves him groping around in one of the cupboard for… vegetable oil is what he retrieves. He shifts enough to unscrew the cap without putting his full weight on Xichen and dumps the slick substance into his hand. A few quick strokes and he’s pressing his cock to Xichen’s entrance. ))