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[Completely delighted by the kiss, Huaisang slides warm, gentle arms up around Qinghua's neck, light fingers tangling into his hair.

Qinghua's kiss is so sweet, and it's already been shown that he's shy and not sure of his own desires, so Huaisang keeps the rest of his body still. He's here, warm, and soft in Qinghua's lap, still right on top of that erection, but he doesn't move while they kiss, wanting to make sure Qinghua isn't overwhelmed.

Huaisang's good at kissing lessons, and he has plenty of gentle sweetness to offer. Keeping the kiss chaste at first, he brushes their lips together, keeping just a hint of a gap between them so that he can press forward, pull back, lure Qinghua to chase him, and press forward again in a surge of earnest affection. After a minute, he starts flicking his tongue playfully against Qinghua's lips, a barely-there tease that grows just a little more wicked before he breaks the kiss to check on his friend.

Kissing the tip of his nose with a cheeky smile, Huaisang looks back and forth between Qinghua's eyes, making sure he still wants to continue.]

[ As far as the kiss goes, Nie Huaisang is playing Shang Qinghua like a fiddle. The lack of movement lets him focus on the press of lips, the variance of the pressure, and how he does chase after them when they pull back just a little too far.

The flick of a tongue pulls a quick inhale through his nose, and his eyes widen. The kiss to his nose has him turning--if possible--even redder. ]

Y-you... you stopped.

[ He says it as if Nie Huaisang hasn't noticed. He's flustered, and it comes through in his voice. Shang Qinghua hesitates for a moment, his own tongue unconsciously flicking across his own lips.

He isn't sure what he wants to say, so what comes out is, ]

Was that... all that you wanted?

[ He leans forward a little in his own awkward expression of desire unstated. ]

[Huaisang's so charmed by this sweet virgin, and oh, he is now certain he's got a virgin in his arms. Eyes softening and smile warming, Huaisang wiggles a little in his lap, stealing another swift, yearning kiss and then brushing their noses together playfully.] Just making sure you're okay. I'll kiss you all night if that's something you want.

[Claiming his lips again, Huaisang presses forward, making the kiss more heated this time. He still keeps it all lips at first, but his lips are parted, tasting Qinghua's breath and tugging at his lips. There are so many ways to kiss, so many aspects of a kiss, and Huaisang wants to make sure to show him a variety of those aspects so that he can find out what he likes best. Then he starts teasing more and more with tongue, flicking it across Qinghua's lips and dipping it briefly just inside Qinghua's mouth, never long enough to be caught. He's curious whether Qinghua will remain content to be led while he's being teased like this, or if the temptation will be enough to make him chase that teasing tongue.]

I--

[ But the kiss removes his ability to respond with words, and the way he presses forwards in return removes his need to.

It takes a bit of time, but Nie Huaisang's efforts are rewarded. First in gasps and unsteady exhales, and then as that tongue flicks its way inside, it pries his mouth open little by little. He isn't bold enough to press his own tongue forward and into Nie Huaisang's mouth, not yet, but he tries to catch little touches with his own when the other's tongue ventures into his own space.

It makes him press forward a little more with his mouth and pull a little tighter with the arms around Nie Huaisang's waist as he seeks more contact. Shang Qinghua only has a vague idea of what he wants, and he certainly isn't shameless enough to ask for it directly, but at least letting his body do what it will seems to be working out for him so far. ]

[As the kiss deepens, Huaisang increasingly grinds his hips down against his friend's lap, hips rolling steadily as his tongue slips forward more freely. He lets himself be caught a few times now, tongue caressing briefly against Qinghua before retreating again, consistently trying to lure him forward, trying to put everything Qinghua might want within his reach so that he needs only to grasp it.

With each brush of their tongues initiated by Qinghua, Huaisang makes a soft little noise into the kiss, fingers tightening slightly on Qinghua's shoulders.

Rumbling impatiently, Huaisang nips at Qinghua's lower lip. Arms sliding securely behind Qingha's shoulders and thighs tightening on either side of his hips, Huaisang throws his weight suddenly, dropping himself on his back across the couch and drawing Qinghua down on top of him. If there's no resistance to this, Huaisang's legs will tangle fully around Qinghua's waist, keeping him close and trying to draw him down for more grinding.]

[ The rubbing is starting to get to him, and even though he doesn't quite know how to reciprocate properly his own hips jerk upwards every so often, unsteady but eager. From time to time it distracts him from the kissing and slows his tongue.

That nip in particular sends a spike of heat through him--hot, far too hot--but he doesn't have time to think about it before suddenly the two of them are moving. He pulls his head back on instinct, to avoid their mouths colliding awkwardly on impact, allowing him to finally take a look at Nie Huaisang's face for the first time after initiating the kiss. His own expression is an open book, his flustered and vaguely-confused arousal plain as day. ]

Master Nie--

[ But his words end there, and the next grind has him surging forwards again, something that's almost an honest moan getting caught between their mouths. He's still hesitant to actually reach forwards with his tongue, but their new position has him at least bold enough to trace the curves of Nie Huaisang's lips. His own hips press back into the warm friction between their bodies. ]

[Huaisang's expression as he lands is a bright, sweet smile. He's happy to be here, happy to be with Qinghua. His friend. His sweet virgin, who needs to be shown the way. Huaisang is more than happy to light the path for him, if Qinghua wishes to follow it.

Rewarding each advance with a moan of his own, Huaisang welcomes the grinding and the tongue tracing his lips. He wriggles, enjoying the weight of Qinghua above him.

Pausing the kiss for a moment so he can check on his friend again, Huaisang keeps his legs locked around Qinghua's waist. Reaching up, he brushes a stray lock of hair behind Qinghua's ear.] Comfortable? [He is. His smile is content and relaxed. All is well. There's nothing to worry about.]

It's too hot.

[ He responds without thinking about it, his tone of voice half a whine, half a mutter. Everything is too hot: the friction, the mouth against his, the clothes wrapping his body, the air around the two of them, his own breath, the ache slowly building inside of him. It's too hot, but he resumes the kiss anyway. It's more heat, but it's distracting, and it's what he's aching for.

He doesn't know what he'd do except continue kissing. ]

[Huaisang laughs, soft and breathy. He's not even sure if it's a complaint, really. Qinghua doesn't know what he wants and Huaisang isn't sure what to offer him, but they're agreed on the kissing.

Slowing the kiss a little, Huaisang trails his hands up and down Qinghua's back. There's no hurry, and he's pretty sure that Qinghua isn't ready to go further. Huaisang keens softly into the lingering kisses, just enjoying kiss after kiss and their bodies pressed tightly together.]

Edited 2020-03-19 04:47 (UTC)

[ The hands on his back, perhaps surprisingly, get little shudders out of him. It doesn't take long before he leans back from the kiss and presses his lips together as if trying to figure out what to say. After a few seconds he manages, ]

Would you...

[ But that's as much as he gets before he ducks his head in embarrassment, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. ]

... Never mind.

[ He's not shameless enough to ask yet! Not for something like that!

Instead he goes back to kissing Nie Huaisang's neck, conveniently hiding his face. ]

[Huaisang notices those shudders and increases the pressure a little, dragging his hands up and down Qinghua's back with slow intent.

He lifts his brows with interest at the started question, and then laughs delightedly as Qinghua gets shy and hides.]

Tell me, [he urges, voice warm and playful. He nuzzles at the side of his friend's head, amused at how shy he is.] Whatever it is, yes. [Huaisang cannot imagine that Qinghua would ask for something that he would not give at this point.] Ask me. [His lips find Qinghua's ear, tugging at it gently with lips, then teeth, then a playful flick of tongue.]

[ That makes him pause, shiver, and whimper very softly into Nie Huaisang's neck. He shakes his head. Saying it is embarrassing! Too embarrassing!

... But. Nie Huaisang hasn't judged him for anything else yet...

Shang Qinghua doesn't pull his head back, as if maybe hoping that Nie Huaisang won't be able to hear him when he finally does mumble, ]

Drag your nails... down my back.

[ It's one of those things that's in so many of his fantasies that now that he's actually on top of someone, he can't stop thinking about it! Especially when his hands are already right there!

Yes it would be better if he didn't have clothes on, but he's not ready to take off his clothes yet! Definitely not! ]

[Huaisang shivers and arches a little under him, clawing his hands up Qinghua's back from where they are and then curling them gently around the back of his neck, pressing his nails into the skin to let him feel it. He keeps his nails short and neatly manicured, but there's a little bite as they dig into Qinghua's neck.]

You'll be able to feel it better if you take off some clothes. [He gives him another attempt, though, trailing his nails down Qinghua's back and dragging them back up, doing his best to provide a sensation that will travel through the fabric.]

... I know.

[ But that's definitely more than he's okay with right now.

And as it is, it's good enough anyway. After all, he wrote about sharpened nails raking into a back that could heal instantly, but he can't heal like that! So for now, this is plenty! He can be more adventurous later! (... Wait, later--?)

It gets a heavy exhale that has the undercurrent of a moan. His hips jerk forward unconsciously and he bites at the skin of Nie Huaisang's neck. A moment later he lets go in surprise. ]

Ah--I'm sorry. That was... My apologies. I did it without thinking.

You can bite, but don't break skin and keep in mind you'll leave marks. I'm not going to lie if people ask who bit me!

[Huaisang keeps running his hands up Qinghua's back, giving him a little bit of scratching as best he could with blunt nails through fabric. But if he wasn't going to be able to get Qinghua out of his clothes, then this entertainment wasn't quite enough for him.] Do you want to watch some porn?

I-I...

[ He stammers for a moment, but... of course! Of course this guy has porn! He's not like any cultivator Airplane has read about or written, so why would he be above things like that?

And yet, he needs to actually consider the question. Because this is all moving much faster than he was anticipating, and there's a line somewhere between here and there that he doesn't think he's ready to cross.

He doesn't want to risk toeing it, lest he suddenly find himself far over it before he realizes. ]

I think I prefer to, ah, give it some time. That might be a bit much for me at the moment.

[ But he's still into this, so he shifts back and connects their lips together again. ]

[Huaisang always likes being kissed, so he makes a pleased sound at that. Hugging Qinghua close again, he runs his nails up over Qinghua's scalp, scraping slightly as he drags them down the back of his neck.

As much as he likes long, lingering kisses, Huaisang is having trouble with knowing whether Qinghua wants him or if he's just a warm body. If he's not getting either adoration or sex out of this, his willingness to be patient with Qinghua's awkwardness is starting to dwindle.

Breaking the kiss, Huaisang presses a soft peck to the tip of Qinghua's nose.] I'm aching, and you need some time. Why don't we cool down and go back to cuddles for a while? We can start the movie again from the beginning.

Oh. That's... yes, that sounds good.

[ He spends a few more seconds staring at Nie Huaisang, breathing still heavy, face still red. Then Shang Qinghua seems to realize what he's doing, and he suddenly shifts back and off of Nie Huaisang so he can sit up again. ]

Sorry. [ He half-mumbles it. ] I might... be more ready at another time. [ Maybe? Unclear! For such a shameless author, he wasn't expecting to be so easily embarrassed, but... he really hasn't ever thought about doing it with a guy! (Mobei-Jun doesn't count! He doesn't count!)

He's going to need a bit more soul-searching before he would be ready to follow through on more than this. ]

There's no hurry. [Huaisang cuddles against his side, content just to be held for now. He starts the movie again from the beginning, remaining quiet so that Qinghua will be able to think over everything without feeling pressured.

He's curious to find out whether Qinghua will want more at a future point, or if he'll decide that men really aren't of interest to him, even men as soft and pretty as Huaisang.]

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