"Mm. It's really good to have the room to ourselves. Now I don't have to worry about someone walking in. And if we get exhausted, we'll end up right here." That means they can sleep naked and wake up, still being in the mess from the night before, and they'll be together on the same bed instead of single bed in the morning the next day.
"You're energetic as well. If only our dual cultivation gives you energy to do chores." He teases him. He continues his kisses, his soft lips exploring the sculpt and dip of his strong muscles along his back, then slowly his lips and tip of his tongue wanders up to the back of his nape and kisses him there. With a soft breath, he pauses to remove the rest of his clothing off and carelessly laid on the floor with the rest of his.
"How do we start tonight? You enjoy receiving, do you? I don't mind. I think I'm learning quickly and actually liking it." He asked, and as for liking it as in, taking control and dominate him softly and lovingly.
As he has his hands wrapped around his length and starts pumping him to warm him up, to start the pleasure and make him swell in hardness. With a bit of maneuvering, he has Xue Yang lay on his back on the bed, so he can start working on his nipples, playing with them, tweaking one with playful pinch and sucking on the other to make them both hard.
"I'll never have the energy to do chores." The last thing he wants to do is clean bathrooms or someone else living space. And he doubts anyone wants him in the kitchen after his last efforts in that room. Of course that was when he was burning his bloody sweatshirt after murdering A-Qing. but that doesn't really mean that he would be good in there anyway. So chores are often skipped and left for hands that are better able to do them.
"Mm...I enjoy everything, daozhang." Xue yang has a wide range of things he likes when it comes to these kinds of activities. Receiving or giving was never really something he paid much attention to. He usually just did whatever he felt at the moment. And a lot of times that depends on who he is with. With Xingchen it can go either way and seems to depend on the mood the man is in.
It's obvious what kind of mood he is in today. He relaxes against the bed as he hums his approval of the attention his body is getting. His length easily hardening beneath that grasp as Xingchen's hand works over him.
"Even if I give you all of my spiritual energy? Even then?" He's teasing him of course, knowing this is so him, and strange enough, he loves him all the more for it. "Someday you ought to try just a little."
"Good. I'm glad you like it." Hearing his soft moans, it's cute of him as he moves his hips and writhes, aching for more of his touch. He shouldn't spoil him with attention, but he likes the adorable expressions he's making as he melts under his touch, warming him up as he strokes his length faster.
He takes a moment to find the bottle of lotion he left on the small table, considering finding good lube is hard on the train and supply is rather limited. "This is going to be rough." He warns. "We don't have much until I order some more from the next platform stop."
He has gotten better at pleasuring him as he spread his legs wider for access and dips his long fingers inside of his hole, into the tight ring of muscles. "Try to relax." He said as he pumps his finger in and out to slick him up.
Xue Yang doesn't need to be told to relax, his body already willing to accept those fingers as he feels them press inside. He groans then gives a little smirk.
"I can handle rough, daozhang." He isn't afraid of things being a little harsher then normal. He isn't afraid of a little pain mixed with pleasure. He adjusts his position as best he can to make it easier for Xingchen to prep him, his hips rocking slightly into that hand that is still working over his length.
His reactions is actually kind of cute as he finds his body started to melt, becoming soft and pliant as he searches him with three fingers, rubbing that hidden spot inside of his tight heat. If anything, as his hips starts rocking, demanding more friction, and greedy for more that he can feel the ache.
"You seem to like it rough." He kisses the side of his neck and bites him there to leave a mark, and then slowly pulls. "I'm going to put it in, so don't hold back." With the room they have to themselves, they can be vocal in this activity.
Xingchen is gentle carefully he slides his cock in all the way up to the hilt. With a deep groan as he feels his tight heat, he grasps his hips and starts thrusting motions, deep and a slow rhythm to build up the pain and pleasure.
"When have I ever held back?" Xue Yang is all about going full force no matter what he does. And as those thrusts start he moans, letting his hips rock in rhythm with them.
Gentle or rough, Xue Yang can handle whatever the other man wants to do to his body. And he will be as loud as the other could possibly desire him to be. Xue Yang isn't afraid to be as vocal as he is capable of. And he has never been shy about who might hear them. Perhaps he even sees it as a challenge to see if he can get his neighbors to know exactly how they feel about each other.
"Don't ever hold back then." He kisses his lips greedily as he rocks on his length. The pleasure is incredible. Never he could imagine in his lifetime, he could learn to love him, and in his mind, it's possible for a moment then stretch out to eternity to love just only him, not just in this lifetime but the next.
Looking into his eyes remembering he's the criminal he chases all over the provinces to capture and arrest, he watches his surrender and gives himself to him completely as he rides him, and he captures more than just a delinquent, but his heart.
Then an idea came to him, "Xue Yang, wait." Just a moment before incoming the orgasm. He searches the bag he left on the table to pull out a small pouch and take out a pair of gold rings.
"I got this earlier and wanted to give it to you. Put this on." He instructed. He slips the gold ring on his finger and on his own.
Looking into his eyes, smiling sweetly, a small pause to let him feel and think of the rings, "Now with the ring you're mine. You're mine forever no matter what happens." It's a promise.
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"You're energetic as well. If only our dual cultivation gives you energy to do chores." He teases him. He continues his kisses, his soft lips exploring the sculpt and dip of his strong muscles along his back, then slowly his lips and tip of his tongue wanders up to the back of his nape and kisses him there. With a soft breath, he pauses to remove the rest of his clothing off and carelessly laid on the floor with the rest of his.
"How do we start tonight? You enjoy receiving, do you? I don't mind. I think I'm learning quickly and actually liking it." He asked, and as for liking it as in, taking control and dominate him softly and lovingly.
As he has his hands wrapped around his length and starts pumping him to warm him up, to start the pleasure and make him swell in hardness. With a bit of maneuvering, he has Xue Yang lay on his back on the bed, so he can start working on his nipples, playing with them, tweaking one with playful pinch and sucking on the other to make them both hard.
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"Mm...I enjoy everything, daozhang." Xue yang has a wide range of things he likes when it comes to these kinds of activities. Receiving or giving was never really something he paid much attention to. He usually just did whatever he felt at the moment. And a lot of times that depends on who he is with. With Xingchen it can go either way and seems to depend on the mood the man is in.
It's obvious what kind of mood he is in today. He relaxes against the bed as he hums his approval of the attention his body is getting. His length easily hardening beneath that grasp as Xingchen's hand works over him.
"feels good."
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"Good. I'm glad you like it." Hearing his soft moans, it's cute of him as he moves his hips and writhes, aching for more of his touch. He shouldn't spoil him with attention, but he likes the adorable expressions he's making as he melts under his touch, warming him up as he strokes his length faster.
He takes a moment to find the bottle of lotion he left on the small table, considering finding good lube is hard on the train and supply is rather limited. "This is going to be rough." He warns. "We don't have much until I order some more from the next platform stop."
He has gotten better at pleasuring him as he spread his legs wider for access and dips his long fingers inside of his hole, into the tight ring of muscles. "Try to relax." He said as he pumps his finger in and out to slick him up.
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"I can handle rough, daozhang." He isn't afraid of things being a little harsher then normal. He isn't afraid of a little pain mixed with pleasure. He adjusts his position as best he can to make it easier for Xingchen to prep him, his hips rocking slightly into that hand that is still working over his length.
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"You seem to like it rough." He kisses the side of his neck and bites him there to leave a mark, and then slowly pulls. "I'm going to put it in, so don't hold back." With the room they have to themselves, they can be vocal in this activity.
Xingchen is gentle carefully he slides his cock in all the way up to the hilt. With a deep groan as he feels his tight heat, he grasps his hips and starts thrusting motions, deep and a slow rhythm to build up the pain and pleasure.
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Gentle or rough, Xue Yang can handle whatever the other man wants to do to his body. And he will be as loud as the other could possibly desire him to be. Xue Yang isn't afraid to be as vocal as he is capable of. And he has never been shy about who might hear them. Perhaps he even sees it as a challenge to see if he can get his neighbors to know exactly how they feel about each other.
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Looking into his eyes remembering he's the criminal he chases all over the provinces to capture and arrest, he watches his surrender and gives himself to him completely as he rides him, and he captures more than just a delinquent, but his heart.
Then an idea came to him, "Xue Yang, wait." Just a moment before incoming the orgasm. He searches the bag he left on the table to pull out a small pouch and take out a pair of gold rings.
"I got this earlier and wanted to give it to you. Put this on." He instructed. He slips the gold ring on his finger and on his own.
Looking into his eyes, smiling sweetly, a small pause to let him feel and think of the rings, "Now with the ring you're mine. You're mine forever no matter what happens." It's a promise.