( open ) June catch-all

[atheva]

⌛ Who: Atheva Lavellan, Henry Silver, Ouyang, Wen Kexing, Wei Wuxian, AND YOU!
⌛ What: June catch-all
⌛ When: Throughout June (including TDM prompts)
⌛ Where: various
⌛ Warnings: will be added to threads as needed

Atheva Lavellan
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Henry Silver
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Ouyang
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Wen Kexing
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Wei Wuxian

Comments

Bye bye, pg-13 rating~

[jc_superstar]

The wall was good enough for now. Leading was what he normally did considering who his partner was. Once Kexing was pinned, he felt compelled to teeth the other's jaw, working his way down to the too proper collar, then glance up, quirking a brow.

His fingers were fumbling just a bit with unfamiliar ties but he was more than confident in searching sensitive spots with his lips and teeth, biting at the corded tendon in the other's neck. He smelled intriguing and chose to breathe in deeply right behind Kexing's ear before licking the spot in one slow, languid stripe.

Yes, definitely getting NSFW in here.

[soakedinvinegar]

"No marks," he breathes out in warning. That's the promise he made to his husband. No one else is allowed to leave marks on his body. After his romp with another lover, it seemed prudent to get that out at the start.

But the warning doesn't stop Kexing from tilting his head, exposing more of his throat for Wanyin's exploration. It's always important and utterly thrilling to feel out a new partner and Kexing's hunger is almost palpable. His hands move between them, smoothing across the fabric covering Cheng's chest, moving forward to tug at the sash belted around his waist. The sooner they're skin-to-skin, the better!

[jc_superstar]

Cheng lifts his mouth up as soon as he hears the words, taking a moment to examine the skin, going so far as to run his thumb across it to make certain he isn't going to leave a mark. "Sounds fair," he murmurs, adjusting the bites to be light nips on the other's jaw while he makes room for Kexing's hands. As the tight layers start to loosen, Cheng begins shrugging out of them as his own fingers finally get the hang of Kexing's clothes as he first unwraps the sash and drops it somewhere away from their feet.

His own muscled chest is bared and to his credit, doesn't pause because of the scars. It's not like Kexing would know what they meant and he wasn't in the mood to go down that road. Not when he's in the process of peeling layers off the other, his teeth still pressing lightly enough to not leave marks, but heavy enough to offer that tantalizing pressure.

[soakedinvinegar]

Scars are to be expected. It's nothing short of a miracle that Kexing has none to boast given his cruel and abusive upbringing. And yet, his skin is pristine and as pale as expected of one who rarely saw the light of day for twenty years. But Kexing also knows better than to ask about others' scars. They're usually the source of some sensitivity or even trauma. If Wanyin wants to discuss them, he will in his own time. If not, that's just as well.

Kexing's hands aren't calloused like a swordsman's, but they aren't smooth either. Their rough in odd places that speak of years of hand-to-hand combat (not to mention using his fan as a weapon, as well). Despite their strange roughness, Kexing's touch is gentle, exploratory as he fans his fingers out against Wanyin's chest. Those deft fingers are quick to seek out his nipples, toying with the tender buds until their hard.

[jc_superstar]

A soft groan warbles from him and he leans into the touch, pulling Kexing's hips closer in the process. He grinds slowly against him, seeking out Kexing's mouth for another hungry kiss. He opens wide, wanting to add his tongue to it and working his arms out of his sleeves in the process. While he's not harsh, there's a firm assertiveness to him.

He refuses to think at this moment, either. He just wants to feel.

But part of that feeling is to get them to a more stable area. Which meant peeling themselves off the wall and getting to the bed.

[soakedinvinegar]

Leave that to Kexing! He, too, is eager to taste his new lover and takes the opportunity to guide them away from the wall toward the bed. Their kiss never breaks, save for small pauses to gasp sips of air and Kexing tumbles easily with Wanyin when they make finally bump into the bed. Kexing's light above him, careful not to let the bulk of his weight come crashing down on Wanyin.

[jc_superstar]

There's a slight scramble as he loses his balance but that's more because of reflex than thinking there was something nefarious going on. He hits the bed, back first, and while Kexing keeps his weight off the other, for the most part, Cheng uses that to keep peeling away the layers of clothing, making a low, satisfied sound when he reaches skin. His hands, callused from sword practice, span around Kexing's waist, then up along ribs before bringing the other body down so he could appreciate the solid weight.