jikan_rpg | Jiang Cheng's birthday month!

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Jiang Cheng's birthday month!

Who: Jiang Cheng and YOU
What: Catch All for November
When:No n-- november??
Where: All over. Home, Work, the park?
Warnings: TBA in thread subjects as needed.

[At the Jin Household]
His sister said soup and Cheng had all but run to go see her. He also wanted to show her that the magic of the land or the gods or whomever was in charge of the random gifts what he had received in time for his birthday: Zidian.

[Working at Sakuranbo]
Jiang Cheng is a server, not a performer. He brings drinks and food to the patrons and tries to avoid looking at the screens. His brother enjoys toying with him and making extra noise and motion just to embarrass him. He's a little grateful that the low lighting helps hide the perpetual flush on his cheeks. That is, until he sees his next table. Steeling himself, he strides forward, trying to keep professional as he introduces himself and questions about the order.

[Random park]
Who knew that learning how to ride a bicycle was going to be a bruising experience? Not him! Still cursing the little contraption out, Cheng finally gives into shedding his robes and keeping to the undershirt and pants so he doesn't get his clothing stuck in the spokes for the twentieth time. He sports a few scrapes here and there and has already cussed someone out for providing 'friendly advice.'

"If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it!"

[Wild Card]
Not limited to these things! If you want some random scene, let me know!

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There's hardly any force needed as with the other's movements and the slightest hint of what Jiang Cheng wanted, Huaisang is more than willing to part his legs to accommodate the other man. He laughs at being called a brat, looking at Jiang Cheng with a hint of affection mixed in with his amusement. He exhales at the way the other's fingers tease him, pull at his robes.

"Ah," he mewls as the other nips his lip and he meets the other's mouth as Jiang Cheng initiates the kiss. His own fingers are moving down, working open the sheerer robes that Jiang Cheng had changed into.

The ties are familiar enough that he doesn't fumble too badly. Hearing Huaisang's laugh--Cheng thought he would be defensive about it, thinking that the other was laughing at him and it surprises him that he doesn't mind. Going through all the layers, he bites at Huaisang's exposed nipple, pushing the robe open as far as the sleeves would allow.

Cheng shifts here and there, trying to help Huaisang more than hinder. The sheer fabric does have some sensation as it's drawn off his skin but it's nothing compared to the sensation of heat beneath him. Being nestled between Huaisang's thighs, his scent all around, everything outside of their little private booth is non-existent now that he had who he wanted.

It's nice that Jiang Cheng doesn't react negatively to the laugh, that Huaisang can be light and joyful in the moment of intimacy and fun with the other man that he doesn't immediately take it as an attack. Huaisang can appreciate that even in the moment. Even as the other is pushing away layers and teeth find the sensitive pink nub. He gasps, arching into the bite the sleeves drawing tight at his arms and he shifts to start sliding them off the rest of the way.

Then his hands are able to spray over the other's skin, curling in some.

It all seems favorable to him! The bite is soothed with a swipe of his tongue and then suction as he rests his weight on Huaisang. He's missed this kind of warmth and never really noticed until now. Cheng's hands slowly travel up Huaisang's sides as he swipes his tongue up the center of the man's chest to reach his lips.

Huaisang moans, shamelessly as the other continues to be attentive to the sensitive flesh, as he feels him all the more against him. He shivers as the other's hands move over him. This is good, so very good. Jiang Cheng seems at ease with him in this moment and Huaisang relishes it.

His lips part as their lips meet again. His hips rolling up against the other's body teasingly.

He wanted Huaisang to know how comfortable he was. Cheng was soaking in Hauisang's warmth as he kept touching and licking and kissing. And when Huaisang moved beneath him he moaned softly, hot and heated by the other's ear.

Could they go now? Should Cheng wait? What was the protocol for this? He was enjoying all of this and he wanted more but the first time they were together, it was not on the clock. Technically, he needed to follow what Huaisang wanted to do but it seemed like he was on the same page with Cheng.

Huaisang drags his hands down the other's back to the curve of his ass and then back up as he rocks his hips upward. He wants more now.

"A-Cheng, do you want to take me?"

No warning. There's never any warning with Huaisang! Cheng groans, nodding into the crook of Huaisang's neck before he remembers he really needs to verbalize it.

"Yes," he admits as he rocks down, eyes drifting shut at the sensation.

Huaisang likes to keep Jiang Cheng on his toes! It's fun.

Huaisang chuckles and he rolls his hips up, enjoying the way the other rocks down against him. "How do you want me?"

A million things flutter through his head. Ideas, desires. But this was Huaisang's dinner entertainment and he didn't get the lead--at least he wasn't supposed to.

"Like this," he finally groaned out, setting up an easy, mutually pleasing rhythm. "Want to watch you."

Huaisang is still in control, he's the one choosing to ask, choosing to allow Jiang Cheng to have his way. He wouldn't mind if sometime Jiang Cheng ripped that control from him but so far he feels quite in charge of things when they're together -- he doesn't mind it either.

He brushes his hands down the other's back, his body moving to encourage him to keep going. "You like to watch me, don't you?"

"Yes." His answer was quiet, shy, and heated. He rolls up against Huaisang and drops his lips down for a kiss, winding his arms around the other man to keep him close as if he's almost afraid that Huaisang would change his mind and slip from his grasp.

"I like when you watch me while you fuck me," Huaisang tells him, kissing him back after that. There definitely won't be any changing of his mind. He wants to have Jiang Cheng right here and right now.

A shudder runs through him as he kisses back and when he pulled back, there's a gasp from him. No more waiting. He wants him. Kneeling up, he reaches for the oil and pours a measure out, curling his palm into a fist so that oil dribbled along Huaisang's cock. His hand followed after, then fisted that cock before fondling balls briefly and then reaching further to begin pressing a finger inside.

Huaisang squirms a little in the moments the other isn't pressed over him out of necessity. He shudders at the sensation of the oil on his cock, at Jiang Cheng's hand on him. He doesn't try to hold back the moan of pleasure, the whimper of impatience. If someone overheard? Then so be it. He's not ashamed. His hips rock into the touch, ball pulling up slightly at the attention however brief.

Jiang Cheng is learning his body so well and Huaisang doesn't have to direct him very much anymore and his head falls back as the finger presses inside. "Mmm, A-Cheng," he shivers, eyes closed as he takes in the pleasure of just a single finger from the other. It's not enough but the other will give him more soon.

Oh, the way Huaisang said his name. It was like it was a physical caress. He crooks his finger as he groans softly, leaning forward to kiss him. "You look so good, A-Sang," he rumbles deeply, moving to add a second in the process.

It never occurred to him that others could hear them.

Huaisang gasps, his passage tightening around the other's finger as his back arches gracefully. He buries one hand into the other's hair and the other holding on tight to his shoulder, grounding himself.

There's no question that they would likely be overheard by the end of this.

Just the way Huaisang moves and reacts to him has his blood pounding in his ears. With heavy breaths, soft sounds come from him as he works to stretch the other out, his own excitement pressing on his patience.

Hoping it was enough, he manages to slather oil on his own cock as he looks down, thumbing Huaisang's again with his free hand. "I want to do this all the time to you," he mutters without much conscious thought to it. With Huaisang, he feels freer and safer in a world of crazy unknowns.

The head of his cock presses up against the ring of muscle and he helps guide it in as far as passing through that first ring of muscle, his head thrown back with a throaty growl when there was a that tell tale 'pop' sensation of breeching it.

Huaisang swallows at the words and he feels a flutter that he quickly pushes out of his mind. He reaches to pull the other closer to him, finding his lips to kiss him instead of saying anything in response.

He exhales as he leans back and feels the blunt pressure of the head of the other's cock against him. His body gives him, a gasp escaping him as the head of the cock breaches him. He's thrumming with anticipation, craving more.

"A-Cheng," he moans.

Hearing his name further solidifies that Cheng wasn't going to stop until they were both sweaty and sated. It's a couple of minutes before he's fully seated, pulse pounding in his head and eyes less focused when he pulls back and pushes in, the sound of pleasure low in his throat at the sensation.

Three more easy thrusts and he chooses to go faster and harder, the elation that he was with Huaisang again clouding his better judgment.

Huaisang gasps as the other pushes in again, holding the other tight. That's good. The other's cock fills him so perfectly fully. He rocks his hips to meet each thrust, not holding back his cries of pleasure as the other fucks him.

When the other's cock brushes against that sensitive spot he whimpers. "There, again," he demands.

Cheng breathes hard and clamps a hand on Huaisang's back, concentrating hard on maintaining the angle and continues to fuck him, enjoying the sounds the other made. His eyes were wide and blown, the pleasure hitting him in waves with every thrust into the willing body.

Huaisang cries out each time the other thrusts in at just the right angle, he tightens around him each time.

"So good, A-Cheng," he moans, so close to his pique of pleasure.

His teeth are clenched tight as he keeps going, the tightness so addictive. He just wants to do this forever and his breathing quickly becomes accented in grunts and groans and breathless murmurs of Huaisang's name on his lips.

Every sound is delicious and goes straight to Huaisang's cock, drawing him closer and closer. He arches into the other's thrusts, dragging his nails down Jiang Cheng's back.

He cries out the other's name when he's soon coming between their bodies as the other hits that spot just right again.

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