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"Ce'an, Ce'an, A-ye—" Shen Zechuan can only pant out whichever of Xiao Chiye's names his mouth is able to form at the moment, head to dazed to mind what he's saying. His legs and arms tremble, strained from holding himself up for so long under Xiao Chiye's enthusiastic onslaught. He can feel the flush from his nape trail down his shoulder blades, a matching flush mirrored onto his chest. He shivers when Xiao Chiye licks a drop of sweat trailing down his neck, tongue blazing a path up to his ear where Xiao Chiye presses a kiss to the lobe, making the earring there swing some more with his attention.
"Lanzhou, Lanzhou," Xiao Chiye responds to him, sighing out his name in satisfaction as he rolls his hips up into Shen Zechuan's, burying himself deep and then deeper still. Shen Zechuan feels the bump of Xiao Chiye's knot growing —again—swelling at his entrance. He starts to sob when he feels Xiao Chiye start to press it into him, overwhelmed, yet he can't help but let his arms give out to let his spine arch into a beautiful presentation.
He gushes around Xiao Chiye's cock when Xiao Chiye rumbles in satisfaction. He leans down to cover Lanzhou completely, his large hand spanned across Lanzhou's shoulder blades to keep him face down, ass up.
"My wife is so good to me," Xiao Chiye moans out when he manages to pop his forming knot into Lanzhou's willing cunt yet again.
Xiao Chiye moves one of Shen Zechuan's arms out from under him so that he can tangle their fingers together at the side. He moves the hand he has at Lanzhou's back to caress down his flank before Xiao Chiye moves to press them together, skin to skin, Lanzhou's back covered by Xiao Chiye's chest.
The hand that was at his flank trails languidly down Shen Zechuan's side before they move underneath, skimming Shen Zechuan's ribs and tugging at a pert nipple. His hand doesn't linger and moves steadily down Shen Zechuan's chest, his stomach, his mound, before Xiao Chiye's fingers slide through his pubic hair to rub at the pearl nestled between the apex of where the both of them are connected.
Xiao Chiye's attentions only serve to make Shen Zechuan tense and tremble in his hold, close to another release.
"That's it, that's it xingan, come on, give me another," Xiao Chiye encourages, his insistent rubbing not stopping for a moment.
Shen Zechuan shakes his head in refusal even as he moves his hips back into Xiao Chiye's, even as he tries to widen his knees to let Xiao Chiye's hand move easier against him. "Er-lang, Er-lang, I—"
He doesn't finish what he's saying before Shen Zechuan's mouth opens, soundless, as his eyes cross then close, coming around Xiao Chiye's cock once more. He clenches hard around Xiao Chiye's knot, which swells fully, the both of them locked together in an endless loop of pleasure for several long, breathless moments.
Xiao Chiye's hand drops from Shen Zechuan's body to brace against the floor as he instinctively ruts his hips forward, giving into the voice in his hindbrain prompting him to get deeper, deeper, deeper.
He's draped fully over Shen Zechuan now, nose buried into his sweaty locks at the crown of Shen Zechuan's head, inhaling lung fulls of his scent, unable to stop releasing small growls of satisfaction as he continually grinds his knot into Shen Zechuan's wet cunt.
"Ce'an—A-ye—" Shen Zechuan's voice comes back and goes high when Xiao Chiye's hips find that exact angle and spear straight into the core of him, flooding his womb with so much of his seed Shen Zechuan's stomach starts to bulge with it. Shen Zechuan trembles so hard he almost jostles Xiao Chiye off as he releases again, wailing as he rhythmically clenches and squirts in turn around Xiao Chiye's thick cock and thicker knot, before his knees finally give out and he crumples fully onto the rug on the floor, teeth-chattering and sniffling.
Xiao Chiye gently turns them to their sides and gathers Shen Zechuan closer and croons, letting Shen Zechuan piece himself back together enough until he consciously presses back against Xiao Chiye's chest, sated.
Xiao Chiye luxuriates in the feeling of Lanzhou being so close, of being connected in this way. He knows they’re on stolen time, busy planning and fighting and scheming and yearning all the while. He’ll take whatever he can get and hold Lanzhou and the time they carve out so carefully for each other, close.
“Rest, Lanzhou,” Xiao Chiye says, gathering him closer still. “I’ll be here.”