Thank you! That gives us a little time to enjoy the tea and each other's company.
[ Small head-tilt, bright smile. ]
Will you be getting into more comfortable clothes, yourself?
[ Not that he doesn't appreciate the current outfit. It's just probably not the best for making oneself comfortable. Generally, bike-appropriate clothes aren't. ]
[ XiChen's probably right. It's late and clothing that fits like a second skin isn't very conducive to relaxing. Besides, XiChen is basically family, hardly just a guest who needs to be entertained at all times. Surely he can amuse himself for a few minutes. ]
I should before our meals arrive.
[ His eyes linger a moment on XiChen. He seems to have a particular fondness for that hoodie. Well, he has more. Slinging the leather jacket over the back of his chair as he stands, MingJue nods as if in apology and vanishes.
Only for a few minutes, as promised.
He returns in a similar state as XiChen: bare-footed and in drawstring pants. The only difference is the sleeveless a-shirt instead of something warmer, just as clingy as his last shirt, but baring his arms in all their toned glory.
MingJue returns to his seat, topping off XiChen's tea without prompting. ]
[ XiChen's eyes light up when da ge returns, first on his face, then briefly down to those gorgeous shoulders and following a bit down one glorious arm before he catches himself (or he'll start blushing - pale skin does have its drawbacks) and sighs happily inside. Likely not the intent, but the sight is very pleasing.
Then he smiles again, from the resting serene expression. ]
He is well, thank you. A little concerned about ... some things, but perhaps he worries overmuch and should use his words, instead. But nothing worth worrying has happened, I don't think.
[ It's not that XiChen can't wax on WangJi's accomplishments, because he certainly can, but a. it might get Nie MingJue angry on behalf of Nie HuaiSang, and b. ... it would be simply repeating what they both already know, so rather useless. ]
He knows where his heart is, but letting the other person know seems to cause him to hesitate.
[ Indeed, WangJi is an accomplished young man. He strikes MingJue as the sort who is keenly intelligent, well-read, but has a difficult time interacting with others outside of very specific situations and roles. He also has the family’s good-looks, no wonder his struggles are matters of the heart. ]
I wonder what reason anyone might find to refuse him. Any of your family would be quite a catch.
[ There is a glint of a look that XiChen shoots him at that last sentence, before he banks it down under his eyelashes and licks his lips helplessly. He really... shouldn't read more than is there in such statements. ]
They are... rather different. And it's sometimes difficult to not misinterpret WangJi's reactions as far colder than they actually are. But I know his heart, and I know he believes the other party is worth it, so I can only hope it will work out.
[ MingJue follows the droop of XiChen's lash, leading his eyes to the other man's lips just as his tongue passes across them. Warmth rushes to his skin and he hides any odd expression he may be making by bowing his head in a nod. ]
Mm. I hope for his happiness. Ah, but we both of us worry for our younger brothers, do we not? I fear HuaiSang is growing rebellious.
[ XiChen's eyes half-lid for a moment, as he doesn't really... have much he can say about the first part. But he does reach a hand, to place gently over MingJue's that is still lying on the table. ]
It is a weekend night. Some people do relax in that way.
[ XiChen stills, the hand on top of MingJue's twitching only once. A part of his mind goes on responding to the actual conversation, how it is different, and he's the older brother, and he had to be where his obligations took him, but the bigger part of him? Is screaming because.
Because.
MingJue said that, with that look at him, and XiChen.
Licks his lips. ]
I was not, but, [ he lowers his eyelashes deliberately, then meets MingJue's eyes once more, ] the night is still young.
[ Ah, something about the dip of his lashes and lick of his lips seems… coquettish. Inviting. Too much to resist as he sits across the table so placid and casual in MingJue’s overly-large clothes. Clothes that are easy to get under and inside of…
MingJue says nothing, meeting XiChen’s gaze for a few long seconds before he slams his free hand on the table, lurching across it to catch XiChen’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss. They’ll be lucky if the small kitchen table doesn’t get knocked over in the process. ]
[ It's scorching, this kiss, and XiChen pauses only for an instant as he realizes how long MingJue must have been holding this in.
As long as I have, perhaps.
Then he kisses back, and he kisses back like a man parched, taking in what he needs greedily. At some point, he rises, not breaking the kiss, and moves around the corner of the table so they can both get more comfortable with it.
And he wants MingJue's arms around him. Right the fuck now. His own hand might be grabbing into MingJue's hair, as carefully as he can make it. ]
[ 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.
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[ Small head-tilt, bright smile. ]
Will you be getting into more comfortable clothes, yourself?
[ Not that he doesn't appreciate the current outfit. It's just probably not the best for making oneself comfortable. Generally, bike-appropriate clothes aren't. ]
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I should before our meals arrive.
[ His eyes linger a moment on XiChen. He seems to have a particular fondness for that hoodie. Well, he has more. Slinging the leather jacket over the back of his chair as he stands, MingJue nods as if in apology and vanishes.
Only for a few minutes, as promised.
He returns in a similar state as XiChen: bare-footed and in drawstring pants. The only difference is the sleeveless a-shirt instead of something warmer, just as clingy as his last shirt, but baring his arms in all their toned glory.
MingJue returns to his seat, topping off XiChen's tea without prompting. ]
How is your brother?
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Then he smiles again, from the resting serene expression. ]
He is well, thank you. A little concerned about ... some things, but perhaps he worries overmuch and should use his words, instead. But nothing worth worrying has happened, I don't think.
[ It's not that XiChen can't wax on WangJi's accomplishments, because he certainly can, but a. it might get Nie MingJue angry on behalf of Nie HuaiSang, and b. ... it would be simply repeating what they both already know, so rather useless. ]
He knows where his heart is, but letting the other person know seems to cause him to hesitate.
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I wonder what reason anyone might find to refuse him. Any of your family would be quite a catch.
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They are... rather different. And it's sometimes difficult to not misinterpret WangJi's reactions as far colder than they actually are. But I know his heart, and I know he believes the other party is worth it, so I can only hope it will work out.
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Mm. I hope for his happiness. Ah, but we both of us worry for our younger brothers, do we not? I fear HuaiSang is growing rebellious.
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Rather, he rests his cheek on one hand, attention all on MingJue. ]
Rebellious? What did he do?
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He's neglecting his studies. As we speak, he's out carousing and drinking.
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It is a weekend night. Some people do relax in that way.
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Is that what you were doing when someone started fucking on your coat?
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Because.
MingJue said that, with that look at him, and XiChen.
Licks his lips. ]
I was not, but, [ he lowers his eyelashes deliberately, then meets MingJue's eyes once more, ] the night is still young.
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MingJue says nothing, meeting XiChen’s gaze for a few long seconds before he slams his free hand on the table, lurching across it to catch XiChen’s lips in a desperate, heated kiss. They’ll be lucky if the small kitchen table doesn’t get knocked over in the process. ]
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As long as I have, perhaps.
Then he kisses back, and he kisses back like a man parched, taking in what he needs greedily. At some point, he rises, not breaking the kiss, and moves around the corner of the table so they can both get more comfortable with it.
And he wants MingJue's arms around him. Right the fuck now. His own hand might be grabbing into MingJue's hair, as carefully as he can make it. ]
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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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