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“Are you sure you want to throw away such a bright future, Lan Xichen?”
/“Mingjue—“
“It’s fine, a-Huan. I understand. You have a life to go back to, and I’m not going to ask you to throw that all away — at least I got to kiss you once, right?”
“ . . . once?”
Nie Mingjue laughed as he leant across the table to steal another kiss, one warm hand cradling his cheek and only serving to weaken his resolve even further. He was supposed to have left an hour ago, yet here he was, caught up in his mother’s kitchen and unable to keep himself on task as he sorted out his bags.
“Maybe more than once./
“I’m truly grateful for every opportunity you’ve given me, sir, but I’ve had . . . a change of heart.”
“Is there any point offering you another place if you change your mind?” Lan Xichen just smiled with his hands folded in his lap and the Dean sighed like he was finally accepting defeat. “I thought not. We’ll be more than happy to give you a sparkling recommendation, and I hope you do well, whatever you chose to do.”
“Thank you, sir.”
-
Lan Xichen had always known that his brother had never been one to cause a fuss, but still, the other casually admitting over dinner that he’d been going through the mail and found an acceptance letter from the university he’d applied for in his stead hadn’t been something he’d expected — even more than that, the way Lan Wangji had so flippantly explained that he’d already accepted the offer. Perhaps part of him had expected his brother to be irritated with his meddling. Perhaps he’d been projecting when he’d assumed that Lan Wangji would say he couldn’t possibly accept the spot.
He was excited, of course, this was all he’d ever wanted for his brother, but it . . . it was bittersweet, really. With his scholarship came a dorm room with his name on it. Though Lan Wangji had said he was more than happy to remain here and commute each morning and afternoon Lan Xichen had forced himself to shove his own worries aside and had insisted that he had to take up this opportunity. It was once in a lifetime, after all, and besides, it would do Lan Wangji good to have to mingle a bit.
Still, it left him in a predicament.
Lan Xichen had a healthy savings account after years of culmination, but without money flowing into his account each month from his father, he wasn’t going to be able to justify a lot of the things he currently allowed, such as his apartment, especially if it was just going to be him residing there. The dark-haired male had no idea how long it was going to be until he had a stable income again and he . . . for once, he didn’t know what he was going to do. There was no plan, and it was too late to change his mind.
[Nie Mingjue: have a good day]
Little things like that — a message sent at some ungodly hour of the morning that he got to wake up to — were what put a smile on his face and kept him going, even when his whole life felt like it was spiralling off-kilter and he had no sense of direction anymore. For all intents and purposes (other than legally, for now) he might as well consider himself disowned. His father sure as hell wouldn’t be getting over this anytime soon. His brother no longer needed him as he once had. There were no studies to fill his days, just long hours bent over his desk or the easel he’d picked up from a thrift store, times at night where he’d sit in bed for hours until his eyes ached from the strain and browse apartment listings or online courses.
Now that he had freedom, he found it was much harder to make choices — what if it was the wrong one?
Lan Xichen had to keep reminding himself that now he had the freedom to make mistakes because nothing was permanent.
Each night when he curled into his bed and tried to drown out the constant thrum of the city he’d find it overshadowed by that emptiness which had taken root in his chest ever since he’d had to leave. His bed was far too empty, far too big — far too cold. There was nothing in his apartment that brought him the joy he’d once experienced saved for a small pale journal that he was slowly filling with his things he’d never imagined sharing with anyone before.
Twenty more pages, and then he was done.
It’d never been a sure thing, yet the night he got a string of messages from Nie Mingjue had been such a relief, and just what he’d needed to lift the heaviness of his heart.
[Nie Mingjue: xichen!]
[Nie Mingjue: I’m]
[Nie Mingjue: fuck]
[Nie Mingjue: huaisang got in!]
[Lan Xichen: which one??? I’m so happy for him ( ﾉ ´ ヮ `) ﾉ *: ·ﾟ ]
[Nie Mingjue: uarts]
[Nie Mingjue: they offered him a full ride]
Lan Xichen smiled in the privacy of his room, cheeks bunching up as he laughed and buried his chin deeper into his pillow, holding up his phone and typing back.
[Lan Xichen: I’m so glad, da-ge. Tell him I said congrats!! ⊂ ( ´ ▽ ` ) ⊃ ]
[Nie Mingjue: ʕ •ᴥ• ʔﾉ ♡ ]
Nie Mingjue didn’t need to know that he’d used some of his father’s contacts to get in touch with the staff and put in a heavy recommendation — truly, Nie Huaisang had already been on their list of offers, so he hadn’t done much, he’d just . . . made use of his father’s money to make sure that they wouldn’t have to worry about his tuition. Before he’d been cut off, of course. Not that Nie Mingjue knew that’d happened yet either.
As much as Lan Xichen wanted — no, craved — someone by his side during this tumultuous period of his life, the stability that only someone to lean on could offer, he wanted to do this independently. If he went running each time things got hard then he’d never get anywhere.
No, he wanted to do this by himself, which was why, as difficult as it was, he hadn’t let himself share any of it with Nie Mingjue yet; this was his burden to bear, for now.
All the pieces were finally falling together.
-
The first thing Lan Xichen noticed was that Nie Huaisang did not seem happy to see him whatsoever. Perhaps the younger hadn’t really stayed in touch during the two and a half months he’d been back in the city, but he’d assumed that was just because he was busy graduating and preparing to leave home for the first time, not because there was any sort of bad blood there.
His mother had welcomed into the diner with open arms and a misty smile since his appearance had been a complete surprise to her, but Nie Huaisang had hung back, only giving a measured smile and a half hug that he knew was usually reserved for his least favourite customers; no matter how polite, his words were short and clipped, eyes holding little warmth as he asked how long he was staying.
“I don’t know,” he admitted slowly. “It depends.”
“Then perhaps you should make up your mind.” Lan Xichen blinked in surprise as his lips parted, chest constricting a little at the sharpness behind the other’s words. “I thought you were better than that, Lan Xichen, but you left him just like everyone else — do you have any idea how much it hurt my brother?”
It was . . . god, it’d never been his intention. He’d been so sure that Nie Mingjue understood that, even if he didn’t want to, that he had to go back — that it wasn’t a permanent arrangement but that he had things to sort out before they, well, made any decisions. Nie Mingjue had agreed— no, he’d encouraged him.
But of course he had.
This was Nie Mingjue, the man who’d given up his own dreams to give his brother a chance, who’d slept on an old futon for years so that Nie Huaisang could have his own room, the man who’d told him from the start to make his own choices and let nothing weigh him down.
Of course he wouldn’t have told him if he had a problem.
“If you’re just going to leave again, you might as well do it now, before he knows you were here.”
“You’d really keep that from him?”
“For his own good?” Nie Huaisang flashed a smile that was void of any true warmth as he wiped the edge of another cup and set it on the stack. “Of course.”
He’d known that Nie Mingjue had always looked out for his brother; apparently, it was mutual.
“If he wants me to leave, I will,” Lan Xichen finally spoke up, words firm and decisive as they stared at each other. He waited for Nie Huaisang to argue or throw more words his way, but instead the other just handed over a table number, shoulders tight before he turned away.
I’m not leaving.
That night where he’d waited for Nie Mingjue to come and pick him up in that truck of his had nothing on the trepidation which had burrowed itself down into his marrow, shaking him to the core as he fiddled with the frayed edges of his journal and counted the few specks of salt which had been missed on the edge of the table. Maybe he shouldn’t have come back, after all — maybe Nie Huaisang had been right. Maybe the best thing to do would be to climb back into his car and leave before Nie Mingjue even knew he’d dared set foot here again.
Maybe, maybe, maybemaybemaybemaybe—
All that was surging through his thoughts was a tangled web of maybes, possibilities which posed the ultimate temptation and urged him to fall back to old habits and flee before things had a chance to go awry. Before he had a chance to get hurt.
The bell above the door jingled.
Lan Xichen felt as though the world simply ceased to exist for a few moments as he glanced up from the granules of salt and tucked some of his growing hair behind his ear, eyes instantly honing in on the man who’d stepped into the diner. Nie Mingjue was just as he’d remembered him, even after what felt like an eternity apart.
Dark eyes he’d spend hours trying to recreate in the pages of his journal, the slope of his neck, his cheeks, the faint curve to his lips and the way it would cause those dimples he so adored to spring to the surface; his shoulders, his chest, the line of his body. His memories could never do justice to the real thing, the sketches he’d laid down cheap imitations when faced with the original.
He saw the moment that Nie Mingjue recognised him. He’d never thought someone could look at him like that, like he was inconceivably important.
“Lan Huan?”
Lan Xichen hadn’t even realised that he’d risen from his seat until he found himself moving forward autonomously with his fingers curled around his journal. He closed the space between them in a few steps and let out a breath he hadn’t meant to hold (Nie Mingjue would never cease to have that effect on him) as he came to a stop; that cologne he’d grown to adore filled his senses within seconds and soothed his nerves in a way that was unique to the man before him.
“Mingjue,” he breathed out with an almost nervous smile. Nie Mingjue’s throat bobbed and he moved as though to close that one step between them yet before he could Lan Xichen pressed the journal forward, resting it against his chest and stopping him. “I’ve always had a way with words,” he explained, “but words tend to fail me when you’re around, and . . . there aren’t words to explain the things you make name feel, Nie Mingjue.” Lan Xichen swallowed thickly and urged the other to take the journal, thick and almost bursting at the seams from use.
“I finished it.” The last page had been completed only last night as he’d carefully scrawled his words across it, a silent confession he wasn’t ready to dare utter out loud.
“You . . . I was joking, a-Huan.”
“I wasn’t.” Nie Mingjue just stared at him for a moment as though he was at a loss for words before he glanced down to the cover; a small silence followed that seemed to stretch on forever even if it likely only lasted a few seconds. Lan Xichen’s heart was hammering in his chest as he watched fingers carefully pry open the pages he’d spent hours pouring over, splashes of colour and graphite and bits of paper he’d stuck in, every thought and feeling he’d been subjected to during their time apart, and most of it held a signature that he’d come to realise as the man in front of him. There was nothing his mind had wandered to more than the man who’d stolen his heart.
Nie Mingjue didn’t utter a single word as he tentatively flicked through the first few pages, yet lan Xichen could see a flurry of emotions sweeping over his features, small ticks here and there that he was still learning — that he wanted to master, given the chance. He’d never bared his soul to anyone, not like this.
After perhaps ten, the other male glanced up with a rather profound expression not unlike the one Lan Xichen had never been able to fully interpret, yet this time it was so much more vivid, so tangible that it felt like the emotions were spilling out into the air between them.
“Words are overrated,” the other mumbled with a thick tone, closing the journal gently before he stepped into his space regardless; warm fingers traced the path his own had moved only moments earlier and tucked back a lock of dark hair that was now almost at his chin, eyes softer than anything he’d seen on the other man.
“Definitely overrated,” Lan Xichen agreed before he dared to lean into the touch, lips barely a hairsbreadth apart. “But there is one I like.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Boyfriend. Maybe?” Nie Mingjue laughed and the motion jostled them both, causing their chins to bump together a little and a graze of their lips that hadn’t been intention yet somehow only added to the moment.
“Did you practice that in the mirror?” The elder teased. Lan Xichen shoved weakly at his chest yet couldn’t fight back his own chuckles even as his cheeks warmed. “Mm. Maybe that word is an exception.”
Lan Xichen heard a phone camera go off behind him and groaned when he heard his mother’s telltale sniffling.
“How long are you here for?”
Truly, Lan Xichen did not mean to laugh right in the other’s face as they sat side by side in one of the booths (their table had been abandoned half an hour ago when it was clear Nie Huiasang was going to keep watching them — at least this gave them some semblance of privacy) but it sort of just happened. He hadn’t been expecting the question is all, and after everything . . . well.
“As long as you want me here,” he hummed as casually as he could, taking a sip of the milkshake they were sharing, because for the first time in his life he had a boyfriend. Nie Mingjue blinked at him slowly before snorting.
“Sure.”
“I’m serious.” Lan Xichen pushed some of his hair back and leant into the cushioned seat, side pressed against the other so they were shoulder-to-shoulder. It was nerve-racking, honestly, but he’d come to realise that it didn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing, to be nervous. “I mean, I don’t have to worry about school anymore, and I don’t have a job I need to go back to, so . . .”
“You’re shitting me.”
Lan Xichen let out a soft chuckle and shook his head; Nie Mingjue, thankfully, did not look angry or two overwhelmed. If he had to place his expression then perhaps he’d say . . . confusion, disbelief — maybe a touch of, dare he say it, hope. “I assure you, da-ge, I am not shitting you. Why do you look so surprised, hmm? You’re the one who encouraged me.”
“I didn’t think you’d listen—“
In the end, he cut the elder off by leaning forward to graze their lips together and take one of the kisses he’d been craving ever since he’d left. He’d never been thankful for high-backed booths in his life.
“You’re very persuasive,” he whispered smoothly, relishing in the way that the back of Nie Mingjue’s neck warmed underneath his palm. “But I didn’t do it for you — you were right when you said I should do things for myself. That isn’t the sort of life I want for myself.”
“What do you want?” Nie Mingjue asked thickly.
“Hmm,” he mused as though he truly had to think about it. “You. Other than that, I don’t know — but that’s fine. I’ll figure it out along the way. For now, I’m going to focus on finding a new place to live and doing some online courses,” Lan Xichen admitted. “Would you visit me if—“
“Yes.”
“Da-ge,” he wheezed, “I didn’t even finish. I was going to say, would you visit me if I lived . . . I don’t know, maybe an hour away?” It seemed to take the elder a few minutes to truly register what he was implying, and then a heated hand settled over his own and squeezed, beginnings of those dimples beginning to show on his cheeks.
“You’re moving, too? Is that really what you want?“
“I’ve had enough of the city,” Lan Xichen sighed. “I think it’ll be good, a change of scenery for a while.” Of course, he’d considered just moving to this town, but he’d forced himself to put himself first and think logically; an hour was still a fair trip, but it was doable, considering traffic in the city often meant he’d be stuck on the roads for that long, anyway. Not only that, but he did need somewhere with decent internet speed and the connection here was finicky at the best of times. He couldn’t move too far away from Lan Wangji, either, even if he was already so independent.
“Besides, don’t you think it’ll be nice to have somewhere we can go that’s just us?” He hummed with a lopsided little grin that had Nie Mingjue kissing him again.
-
“Xichen?”
“Yes, Huaisang?”
“You passed,” the younger clarified with a little smirk as he helped him wipe down the counter at the end of the day. Lan Xichen paused in his actions and instead stared for a moment as the other continued cleaning. He— oh. Of course. Rather than being annoyed, he just . . . he smiled, warmth rising up in his chest.
“Thank you, a-Sang.”
“You make him happy. I'm glad you decided to come back.”
-
When it came to house-hunting Lan Xichen had obviously had a few in mind, but he felt like it was a universal thing that you came across one that you knew was the one you truly wanted, and he was no exception. It was just over under an hour away, which was a bonus, and it was on the outskirts of a much larger town which meant more choice, better internet, and some semblance of actually being connected to society.
He’d tried not to get his hopes up, truly, but when he got the call that he’d actually managed to secure the place he’d let out an undignified noise and almost knocked the tray of muffins he’d just poured off the bench before he collected himself and managed to answer the agent properly.
A six-month lease, so there was no pressure if he didn’t want to renew it, and he could get the keys the next day.
It’d taken everything in him to keep the news to himself until he clocked off the next day and Nie Mingjue met up with him in the car park, where he was understandably confused as to what they were supposed to be doing.
“I need help unpacking,” Lan Xichen had disclosed as noncommittally as he was capable of, twirling his keys around his finger with a little grin and asking Nie Mingjue if he was willing to help.
Lan Xichen was used to apartment buildings, not a small glorified granny flat in a large, subdivided block, but he was so impossibly ready for change. It was beautiful. Small, quaint, with lots of windows and even a small garden which would need some love, two bedrooms, a backyard, albeit small. Eggshell-white walls and new, beige carpet. The best part was probably the fact his rent was less than half of his apartment back in the city.
Scratch that, the best part was having his own privacy.
“Do you like it?” He asked as Nie Mingjue looked around the small living room after helping him carry his few boxes from the car; he’d already ordered plenty of flat-pack furniture which was now leaning against the wall and waiting to be assembled but he wasn’t in much of a rush, and for tonight he’d just shoved the mattress down on the living room floor. Technically, he could’ve just stayed at his mother’s until everything was furnished but it felt good, to do it like this.
“It suits you,” the other answered after a few minutes and padded back over to wrap an arm around his waist. It’d been two months since he’d come back, but Nie Mingjue still never failed to give him butterflies. “I like it,” the elder finally confirmed as he moulded their lips together. “You should’ve told me sooner.”
“I only found out yesterday,” he was quick to placate, “and I wanted to wait until I knew I was sure.” Lan Xichen had to force himself to pull away from the kiss even though he wanted nothing more than to melt into it like he always did, putting a little bit of space between them and pulling one of the boxes forward. “Since you’re so good with your hands, da-ge, surely you can help me with these?”
Lan Wangji had been right. IKEA was hell.
“Huaisang used to always make me bring him here because of the mall,” Nie Mingjue groaned over an hour later as he swallowed another mouthful of food, leaning back against the wall with him where they sat on the mattress. They’d made some shelves and a table before Lan Xichen had insisted they take a food break, and not just because watching his boyfriend’s biceps as he worked had meant he’d almost dropped a shelf on his foot. “I used to complain until he agreed to do my chores, but I always brought him anyway so I could get takeout.”
Admittedly, there were limited places to eat out in that town.
Lan Xichen barely managed to put down the stir fry he’d been nursing before he laughed. God, he could imagine it so clearly. “You’re terrible,” he laughed, elbow nudging the other’s side.
“It worked every time, though.”
“Does that mean I’ll be able to bribe you here with food?”
A snort. “Like you need to bribe me, Lan Xichen.”
“Not even with kisses? What a shame”
“Hey, I didn’t say that.”
There was something so intimate about it — sitting side by side on his mattress in the living room of his new place, faced with an unknown future where he was free to make his own decisions, eating good take out and laughing about their childhoods.
He’d never realised how freeing it could be to just be yourself around someone.
“Thank you for helping me, a-Jue,” Lan Xichen murmured sometime later when they were both full and it was late in the afternoon. He knew that his boyfriend would have to leave soon, but a childish part of him didn’t want to have to part with him; it was why he still had his fingers curled into the material of his jacket as they stood a few feet inside his doorway, reluctant to let go even now. “I mean it.”
“It’s no big deal, but if you’re that grateful . . . don’t you think I deserve a reward?” His eyes widened briefly before he smiled, shoving at the other’s chest even though he never let go, effectively pulling him back.
“And what was lunch, huh?”
“I thought we already established I can’t be bribed with food.”
“Da-ge,” he chided with a click of his tongue, hands sliding down his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be so bold.”
“Says the man who, despite already being my boyfriend, brought his car in saying there was something wrong with it again when there wasn’t and then used it as a reason to suck me off—“
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Lan Xichen trilled, “in fact, I’m pretty sure you returned the favour, and you let me—“
“God, I meant a kiss,” Nie Mingjue finally interjected, flush rising up his neck in that way that he'd always found so painfully adorable.
“I know.”
“How did I ever think you were innocent?” The elder half growled at him as Lan Xichen fought back giggles and just tugged him further away from the door, letting it close properly as he kept a grip on the other male and awkwardly crab-walked them both back towards the mattress.
“You assumed, da-ge. The internet is a very wonderful thing.”
Nie Mingjue may have been a rather imposing figure, but Lan Xichen wasn’t small by any means. He was able to shove the elder back with relative ease and get him to fall down to his ass on the mattress, those dark eyes staring up at him with mild surprise before he groaned and propped his arms back behind him properly so he could watch him.
“I do really like my new shelf,” Lan Xichen mused as he teased the edge of his shirt with his hands, revealing no more than an inch of skin before he let it fall back down over his fingers, his hips propped out just a little and fringe falling into his eyes.
“The one I painstakingly crafted for you, with my bare hands,” Nie Mingjue was quick to add. All he could do was chuckle at the embellishments before he pulled the shirt up over his head with a steady roll; he let it fall to the floor and simply stepped over it so that he could drop down to the mattress too and settle himself on those thighs he so adored.
“You did such a good job. You definitely deserve a reward.” His words came out thick and dripping with promise as he set his hands on the other’s chest and leant forward to ghost their lips together. It was less a kiss, more sharing the same air. Heated palms settled on his hips in retribution, half on his bare skin, tugging him a little closer before sliding into the back pockets of his jeans. “Just a kiss, then?”
Nie Mingjue made a deep, strangled noise and ducked his head forward before he could pull away to capture lips between his own properly, tongue parting his lips and licking into his mouth with reckless abandon, tongue stroking over his own and exploring. Lan Xichen gave up on his teasing and let his body melt into the mould of his boyfriend’s body as he ran his hands up Nie Mingjue’s shoulder to tangle in his hair, pulling strands free from the hairband there and letting it snap on his own wrist so that he could knead at his scalp. The resulting moan was more than worth it.
“I’m feeling a little naked,” he panted into Nie Mingjue’s mouth. It took everything in him to lean his centre of balance back so that he could get a better look at his partner, even if it meant losing hands on him, so that he could hastily help the other out of his own shirt. He’d never get tired of this — of him. Of a wide expanse of tanned skin stretched over rippling muscle, scattered with small constellations of darker freckles he loved to trace with his lips. Lan Xichen threw the material to the side like it offended him and ducked down to sink his teeth into the meat of his pectoral, earning a hiss from the other’s lips and fingers digging into his hair.
“Xichen.”
Lan Xichen let himself nip playfully at one dusky nipple before laving it with his tongue and running his hands leisurely down the elder’s toned stomach. “Yes, da-ge?” He muttered against his skin, voice not as innocent as he would’ve liked. Nie Mingjue seemed to forget what he was trying to say as he shuffled down and licked a stripe over his abs, salty skin dampening under his touch.
“When do you have to be home?” He prompted after a moment of worrying golden skin with his tongue and pulled off to admire the blossoming mark there, peering up through his eyelashes.
“I don’t,” Nie Mingjue finally answered, pressure on his scalp tightening as the other guided him on a steady path down his stomach until he was nosing at the waistband of his pants.
“Want to stay, then?” Lan Xichen kept his movements slow as he undid the elder’s belt, placing it to the side before unzipping his jeans as though he was unwrapping a birthday present; he wasn’t surprised to see find no underwear in his way, but he’d be damned if it didn’t make him twitch in his pants.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Lan Xichen chuckled, then, warm breath ghosting over his lover’s skin before he leant his head down to graze lips over his already filling cock, warm skin dragging against him as he placed open-mouthed kisses along his length, the motions little more than glimpses of what was to come.
“A-Huan,” Nie Mingjue panted, “please. Come on.”
He parted his lips and swiped his tongue out over the crown to gather up the droplet of clear fluid that’d gathered there before sealing his mouth around the other completely and hollowing his cheeks. Nie Mingjue instantly moved to rock his hips up into the motion but was stopped by the firm press of his hands pinning him to the mattress. He’d never dare comment on it, but he was pretty sure his boyfriend whined.
Lan Xichen would never get over this — the thrill of a man like Nie Mingjue who wanted him, the knowledge of what he could do to him with just a few words, the way thick thighs trembled underneath him and a heavy cock twitched desperately in his mouth as he swallowed him down as best he could. It was incredible to know he could have the same effect on the other that he had on him.
He kept one hand firmly on Nie Mingjue’s hip bone but the other trailed down over the inside of his thigh to cup his balls as he hummed around his cock, rolling them between his palm in the way he knew the other liked and watching when Nie Mingjue threw his head back with a groan. Lan Xichen could tell he was close, just like he’d been able to tell an hour ago that he’d been hard when he’d bit the elder’s arm as they’d playfully argued over the instructions. He didn’t pull back; instead he doubled his efforts and squeezed lightly as his thumb drifted back to settle just behind the heavy sacks drawing up in the palm of his hand, pressing firmly against that spot and massaging as he swallowed again.
Gagging a little wasn’t the most pleasant, but seeing the way Nie Mingjue fell apart for him was rewarding in a way he’d never be able to explain. The thick cock between his lips jerked as fingers tightened in his hair and kept him close, cum shooting down his throat as the other trembled with his orgasm. It was utterly intoxicating. Eventually, he pulled back to suck in a deep breath but he still focused on dragging his lover through his orgasm by mouthing at his oversensitive orgasm ever so gently.
“Too much,” Nie Mingjue finally groaned as he wiggled his hips back and away from searching fingers, making Lan Xichen chuckle against the flesh of his thigh, his own hips grinding down against the edge of the mattress slowly. “C’mere,” the elder urged, “let me help.”
He certainly wasn’t going to argue with that.
“What do you want?” His hand, his mouth, his cock— it was all rather tempting, honestly, but what was the point of rushing now? They had all night, and tomorrow, and any day after that they wanted. They had forever.
“You,” Lan Xichen purred as he pulled himself up and urged Nie Mingjue to lay down in the sheets, shrugging off his own pants and seating himself just above his stomach, thighs holding most of his weight. One of his own hands drifted down to curl around his own length which was already flushed and leaking, dripping down onto Nie Mingjue’s stomach, but the other rubbed over Nie Mingjue’s chest before giving a light slap, just enough to make one pectoral bounce ever so slightly. God, he loved that. “Want to come on your tits, da-ge.”
“They’re not— you’re fucking filthy, Lan Xichen,” Nie Mingjue wheezed in a rough voice, but there was no bite there, just want. Lan Xichen’s lips just curled into a coy little smile as he rocked his hips down a little and rutted against his chest as he continued the movements of his hand — he only had to wait a moment before rough hands batted his own away and wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly and drawing forth a long moan.
“You love it,” he practically preened as he tipped his head back.
“I do.”