[ 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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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. ))