September catch-all

[diabolique]

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

Wei Wuxian
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Wen Kexing
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General Ouyang
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Henry Silver
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Atheva Lavellan

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[fated_dance]

And that smirk returns, his eyes going bright with mirth. Zishu folds down to claim those lips in a fierce kiss.

"Do I?" Mostly to egg the silly, gorgeous man on.

[soakedinvinegar]

Ah, yes! How he loved kissing and, in this case, being kissed by his beloved. The man often seems so cool and collected, but Kexing knows better than any what passion lies just beneath the surface.

"Why else would you toy with it so much?"

[fated_dance]

Kissing his Lao Wen will never get old. Zishu hums as he lingers against those soft lips that tease him so relentlessly, so perfectly.

"You make excellent sounds when I do," he teases back, nibbling on those lips.

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing laughed softly, swaying his tails in Zishu's direction to engulf him in white fur. He nudges his nose against Zishu's while they're still so close, smiling happily.

"Is that the only thing you like about it?"

[fated_dance]

He chuckles with his beloved, resting their foreheads together after happily answering the cute nudge of noses. His own tails wave before winding around the stunning white ones.

"Do you want me to stroke it again? To remind myself what else I might like about it." Fingertips tease by slipping down Kexing's robes, tugging playfully at the ties holding cloth together.

[soakedinvinegar]

"If you've forgotten, isn't it my duty to remind you?"

A naughty little grin pulls at his lips and mischief lights in his dark eyes. He's certainly not saying no.

cw: naughtiness XD

[fated_dance]

He'd be worried if Kexing did say no!

He laughs and kisses that little grin before sliding fingers under cloth to stroke over bare skin. Admiring the strength in this oft-maddening man. Zishu tugs at the ties holding the trousers closed, just making them loosen enough to slip a hand under them to stroke over his beloved's 'ego'.

just couples doing couple things

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing sighs at the first touch of skin against skin. There's a peculiar kind of callouses on his beloved's hand from being a swordsman, a slight roughness to otherwise gentle hands (at least when they're on him!). Once Zishu finds his prize, it won't be long before it responds to the touch. While it grows longer and thicker, Kexing's eyes flutter closed and he lets out a soft moan already.

naturally~

[fated_dance]

Those sighs and moans wrap around his heart and soften him every time. Zishu takes his time in stroking his beloved to hardness, thumb rubbing lovingly over the tip each time his hand slips up. His gaze remains on his soulmate's face, it's always a joy to watch as he brings him pleasure. No, he won't be rough with his love right now. This is about loving his Lao Wen. He knows how his beloved likes to be touched, and makes sure to be thorough in lavishing those touches on him.

Spoiling, of course.

[soakedinvinegar]

With Zishu, it's never long before he's fully hard and aching for more. Each time he opens his eyes he smiles, staring back at his beloved. After a few minutes, he finally reaches out to cup Zishu's face.

"A-Xu~," he purrs breathlessly. "Let's rub them together."

[fated_dance]

Each time those eyes open, he kisses that smile. Zishu hums at that suggestion and leans into his beloved's hands.

"Undress me, Lao Wen, and we will."

On his part, he pulls his hand free to tug each tie fully loose before pushing his husband's robes out of the way of his loving gaze.

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing does his best to help Zishu in his task while tackling getting his husband out of his robes, too. A shrug here, a wiggle there to get himself free of his garments while his own fingers pry open hidden ties and slide fabric across Zishu's skin. He couldn't resist brushing his hands against Zishu's warm skin, eager to see him once again glistening with sweat in the throes of passion. Even his tails behaved long enough to get undressed, then set to swishing once again.

[fated_dance]

His tails are also eagerly waving until he's actively being undressed, then he echoes his beloved's wiggling here and there as needed. Zishu smiles as those warm hands rub over his bare skin and presses into them before rolling them to get fully on the bed, coming to a stop above his Lao Wen.

He leans down to claim another kiss before rubbing shamelessly down against him, delighting in the shudder of pleasure that always comes at the press of bare skin on bare skin like this. And of course his tails wave and swish along with the pretty white ones!

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing's hips rise to meet his lover's and his moan drowns between their mouths. He leans into Zishu's kiss, eagerly tangling their tongues in the usual dance for dominance. Truly, was there anything better than being this close to his soulmate? Kexing certainly didn't think so!

Their tails basically form a fluffy barrier around them -- not that it's needed in their own bedroom! But it's nice to feel flesh and fur against his body. Kexing fixes his gaze on Zishu when they finally part from their kiss, breathless and so eager to taste him again.

[fated_dance]

Eager hands stroke over his beloved and he hums into the deep kiss as their tails tangle perfectly together. Protecting, hiding, warming them perfectly as they rub and rock together.

Zishu loves this easy affection and reminder to them both how they can physically connect. Even when the kiss breaks, he doesn't pull very far away at all. He nudges their noses together as they catch their breath, gaze just as intent on his lover's.

"Do you want me, Lao Wen?"

Another kiss, this one lighter, more playful as he waits for the answer.

[soakedinvinegar]

He breathes out a soft laugh at Zishu's question. A more appropriate one would be 'when don't you want me?' His hands slide over Zishu's sides, veering around to fold his fingers together in the small of his lover's back.

"Always."

[fated_dance]

He grins - of course he knows the answer. It doesn't make hearing it any less a delight. Zishu claims another loving kiss and slips an arm between their tails to blindly find the jar of oil they always keep right by their bed.

"Inside your tight body, or shall I ride you?"

Here in Nippon, Zishu gives his beloved more of a choice of who takes who. Out of gratitude. Out of love. Out of loyalty. It had nothing to do with the rules they've dismissed recently.