[ and it is encouragement enough, though the feeling of nails racking down his spine serve the purpose further. mal shudders underneath the touch and presses up into it, an encouragement of his own.
he busies himself with fulfilling the request put to him. for all that mal is, one could not say he isn't an attentive partner. if it is the scrape of his teeth against his skin that wei wuxian wants, it is was he shall receive. he adds pressure to that spot, working it between his teeth to give a little more sting before soothing his tongue over the tender spot and kissing right below it.
while he has to keep one hand on the floor to not let wei wuxian bear all of his weight, he lets go of the hand he's held captive. instead he trails his palm along wei wuxian's flank, until it rests on his hip to pull him closer. ]
[The last time they'd kissed had felt good, but they'd been upright and out in the open, limited by their circumstances. This might have started out feeling similar to then, but it's different now. Heat coils within him and when Mal pulls his hips closer, he's sure he can feel exactly how different this is. The slow slide of that hand makes Wei Wuxian shiver, and in a moment of focus, he reaches up for Mal and nimbly flips their positions, careful at least not to hurt him.
He lands with his legs straddling Mal's waist, a little out of breath, and takes one moment to stare at the new arrangement before leaning forward to kiss him again. Unlike Mal, he doesn't hold himself up with an arm, one hand holding Mal's chin to direct the kiss and the other rucking up his shirt. His legs on the ground help to distribute his weight at least so that Mal isn't bearing all of it.
The kiss is faster than before, messier, and he nips at Mal's bottom lip, tugging at it gently with his teeth once before trailing kisses along his throat.]
[ mal's word flips suddenly and this, of all things, is one thing he does enjoy about a tumble with another man. he tilts his head on the floor, looking up at wei wuxian with curiosity. ] I thought you wanted teeth.
[ that is the quip he manages to get in, breathless but still managing to tease before wei wuxian takes the lead and kisses him again. mal lifts one hand to run it up to wei wuxian's nape, threads his fingers through the thick mane of hair there and tighten his hold as the other man trails kisses down the his throat.
his other hand is still on wei wuxian's hip, works upward to tug at the layers of his robes. he is, between them, at a disadvantage and would be even without the giddiness and alcohol in his system. ] Why are there so many ties?
[He laughs into the kiss, pulling back for long enough to first tug his belt off, and then hastily untie his black robe so that it hangs open over his red under robe. He still—and probably always will—favors the layered robes of his home world, but in the moment, he can see the advantaged of wearing fewer layers. It would make this quicker at least.]
Having a little trouble, Mal? [He grins, giddy with desire and the pleasant brain fog of the liquor, and then finally manages to shrug off his black robe altogether.
He wastes no time leaning back in to continue. This time he kisses lower, tugging Mal's shirt down so that he can sink his teeth into his collarbone, sucking and nipping in turn. What can he say, he's a fast learner. ]
Clearly. [ comes back the retort, another snort with it before wei wuxian pulls back and mal gets the assistance he needs. he needs the moment to learn how the ties work and then, when the man is close enough again, it's easy to push away at what fabric may remain underneath and reach underneath the underrobe beneath to slide calloused hands up his flank and to feel the warmth of his skin.
wei wuxian is not the only quick learner.
the feel of teeth again his skin earns a groan and but it is motivation enough. as much as he enjoys the feeling, and he's pleased to receive the attention, he'd had a goal. and, well, mal's goal oriented. his fingers return to wei wuxian's hair, tangling at the nape to pull him back as his other hand pushes at his shoulder. ] Let me make that easier.
[ and when there is enough distance between them, mal sits up so wei wuxian is left seated in his lap. he grins up at the other, reaches one hand over his head to grip fabric of his henley between his own shoulder blades and pulls the shirt off with practiced ease. ]
[The tug on his hair shoots straight through him and he lets out an involuntary moan, acquiescing to Mal's unspoken demands and leaning back to let him work. Once Mal's shirt is gone, he quickly gets distracted by the sight of his bare torso laid out before him. He has to admit, the one handed pulling his shirt off over his head is the best argument he's ever seen for wearing the tie-less style of clothing over robes.
Both of his hands come up to rest on Mal's chest and he explores the planes of his pectorals and abdomen, fingers tracing up and down. Mal's skin is warm beneath his touch and he suddenly wants to feel that warmth, skin to skin. Without rising off of Mal's lap, he shrugs out of his black robes entirely and then reaches in to untie his underrobe and discard it as well, tossing it off to the side with no care where it lands.
When they are both bare from the waist up, Wei Wuxian takes Mal's jaw in his hands and pulls him in for another kiss, this one more demanding than the others as he leans in as close as he can manage, pressing up against Mal's chest.]
[ skin to skin is much better, much easier. mal runs his hands up wei wuxian's sides, feels the hard earned muscles underneath skin that's paler than the patches exposed to the sun.
he slides one hand over wei wuxian's hip, wrapping an arm around his back to pull him flush to his chest as the younger man presses forward. it leaves him firmly in mal's lap and there's no qualms about that. it also makes mal's arousal clear as their hips press together, as he rocks upward to chase friction that was not there before.
this time the kiss is hungrier, the desperation brimming to spill forth.
his other hand returns to it's spot in silken strands, tighten in their hold but mal doesn't tighten his hold to draw wei wuxian back and, hopefully, draw out another moan until until they are both breathless again. this time the kisses he presses to wei wuxian's neck are sloppy at best, but if it is teeth that the cultivator wanted then it is what he gets as mal leaves a love bite on the sensitive skin. ]
[Mal's attempts to draw out another moan from Wei Wuxian is successful, and at the feeling of Mal's arousal, Wei Wuxian drops a hand to tease over the fabric of his pants, gasping loudly as Mal's teeth sink into his throat.]
Fuck! Mal...do you...[He can't string enough words together to form a coherent sentence as he rocks his hips in time with Mal's, and he strokes Mal more deliberately, making his intent clear where words are failing him.]
[ the added pressure of wei wuxian palming him through his pants makes mal groan, his teeth digging into the other's neck enough to leave a mark before he traces them with his tongue and finds another spot to abuse. ] Saints.
Fuck -- Yes. Yeah. [ mal's faring no better, really, not with wei wuxian's hand on him even with fabric between them. he nips at wei wuxian's jawline, trying to form some thoughts into words. it takes a while but he gets there as he hooks his fingers into the front of wei wuxian's pants, trying to seek out what's holding them up to get that out of the way. ] Tell me the ties of your trousers aren't as complicated as the robes.
[He manages a laugh that quickly turns into a moan as Mal's mouth finds an especially sensitive spot on his neck, and he reaches down with the hand that isn't palming Mal to help.]
Here...just...let me. [It takes him a moment, and then he's tugging his pants down an inch, just enough to wrap a hand around his cock and pull it out. He's already hard and leaking pre-cum, but he's not wet enough not to hiss at the friction of his dry hand.]
[ if he could pull away from wei wuxian's neck, well, maybe mal could see that it isn't quite so complicated. but at the moment, he's content to draw more of those moans from the other man's mouth and so he finds a spot close to the one that made him sing moments before and works on leaving another mark.
he does pull away to give wei wuxian room to maneuver, to pull himself free of the confines of his own robes.
mal reaches for him, covering wei wuxian's hand with is own. he runs the pad of his thumb over the cockhead, spreading the pre-cum. ] Have you had another's hand on you? Or their mouth?
[If he weren't already flushed from exertion, his cheeks might have pinked at the question, but he's far too distracted to care about that right now.]
I haven't...I...[he moans again and bites off his words, not even sure what he was going to say.] Neither. Nothing. [He doesn't say that the extent of messing around he's done has been with Mal and once in a different life, some innocent exploration with a teenage friend.]
Never had a chance. [he does get out without spelling out all the messy details. Mal knows enough of his life story to understand. The war, his defection, and his death.]
Would you like to change that? On both accounts? [ it takes him a moment to offer, but there's something about the way wei wuxian readily lays it all out and the sounds he makes as his hips twitch upward into mal's hand that have him more than happy to.
the way mal's hands moves, slipping under wei wuxian's fingers to take his cock in hand and stroke him is more practices than what he can offer with his mouth but that'll be it's own unique sort of pleasure. ]
Yes. [He doesn't have to think about it, and it isn't just the rush of blood straight to his cock or the desire pooling inside of him. It's that he wants to know what it's like. He wants to know what all of it's like. Kissing, fucking, the taste of Mal's cock on his lips.
He never had a chance. Not for any of this, and now Mal is here and maybe they aren't in love, but it isn't nothing either. He cares about Mal. He trusts him. He wants to get the chance to be stupid and reckless like this, the way he would have if the war had never come.
He gasps louder as Mal grips him and strokes him to full hardness and reaches out to pull him close.]
I want it. I want you to show me. Show me, and then let me taste you.
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he busies himself with fulfilling the request put to him. for all that mal is, one could not say he isn't an attentive partner. if it is the scrape of his teeth against his skin that wei wuxian wants, it is was he shall receive. he adds pressure to that spot, working it between his teeth to give a little more sting before soothing his tongue over the tender spot and kissing right below it.
while he has to keep one hand on the floor to not let wei wuxian bear all of his weight, he lets go of the hand he's held captive. instead he trails his palm along wei wuxian's flank, until it rests on his hip to pull him closer. ]
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He lands with his legs straddling Mal's waist, a little out of breath, and takes one moment to stare at the new arrangement before leaning forward to kiss him again. Unlike Mal, he doesn't hold himself up with an arm, one hand holding Mal's chin to direct the kiss and the other rucking up his shirt. His legs on the ground help to distribute his weight at least so that Mal isn't bearing all of it.
The kiss is faster than before, messier, and he nips at Mal's bottom lip, tugging at it gently with his teeth once before trailing kisses along his throat.]
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[ that is the quip he manages to get in, breathless but still managing to tease before wei wuxian takes the lead and kisses him again. mal lifts one hand to run it up to wei wuxian's nape, threads his fingers through the thick mane of hair there and tighten his hold as the other man trails kisses down the his throat.
his other hand is still on wei wuxian's hip, works upward to tug at the layers of his robes. he is, between them, at a disadvantage and would be even without the giddiness and alcohol in his system. ] Why are there so many ties?
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Having a little trouble, Mal? [He grins, giddy with desire and the pleasant brain fog of the liquor, and then finally manages to shrug off his black robe altogether.
He wastes no time leaning back in to continue. This time he kisses lower, tugging Mal's shirt down so that he can sink his teeth into his collarbone, sucking and nipping in turn. What can he say, he's a fast learner. ]
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wei wuxian is not the only quick learner.
the feel of teeth again his skin earns a groan and but it is motivation enough. as much as he enjoys the feeling, and he's pleased to receive the attention, he'd had a goal. and, well, mal's goal oriented. his fingers return to wei wuxian's hair, tangling at the nape to pull him back as his other hand pushes at his shoulder. ] Let me make that easier.
[ and when there is enough distance between them, mal sits up so wei wuxian is left seated in his lap. he grins up at the other, reaches one hand over his head to grip fabric of his henley between his own shoulder blades and pulls the shirt off with practiced ease. ]
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Both of his hands come up to rest on Mal's chest and he explores the planes of his pectorals and abdomen, fingers tracing up and down. Mal's skin is warm beneath his touch and he suddenly wants to feel that warmth, skin to skin. Without rising off of Mal's lap, he shrugs out of his black robes entirely and then reaches in to untie his underrobe and discard it as well, tossing it off to the side with no care where it lands.
When they are both bare from the waist up, Wei Wuxian takes Mal's jaw in his hands and pulls him in for another kiss, this one more demanding than the others as he leans in as close as he can manage, pressing up against Mal's chest.]
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he slides one hand over wei wuxian's hip, wrapping an arm around his back to pull him flush to his chest as the younger man presses forward. it leaves him firmly in mal's lap and there's no qualms about that. it also makes mal's arousal clear as their hips press together, as he rocks upward to chase friction that was not there before.
this time the kiss is hungrier, the desperation brimming to spill forth.
his other hand returns to it's spot in silken strands, tighten in their hold but mal doesn't tighten his hold to draw wei wuxian back and, hopefully, draw out another moan until until they are both breathless again. this time the kisses he presses to wei wuxian's neck are sloppy at best, but if it is teeth that the cultivator wanted then it is what he gets as mal leaves a love bite on the sensitive skin. ]
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Fuck! Mal...do you...[He can't string enough words together to form a coherent sentence as he rocks his hips in time with Mal's, and he strokes Mal more deliberately, making his intent clear where words are failing him.]
Do you want me to...?
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Fuck -- Yes. Yeah. [ mal's faring no better, really, not with wei wuxian's hand on him even with fabric between them. he nips at wei wuxian's jawline, trying to form some thoughts into words. it takes a while but he gets there as he hooks his fingers into the front of wei wuxian's pants, trying to seek out what's holding them up to get that out of the way. ] Tell me the ties of your trousers aren't as complicated as the robes.
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Here...just...let me. [It takes him a moment, and then he's tugging his pants down an inch, just enough to wrap a hand around his cock and pull it out. He's already hard and leaking pre-cum, but he's not wet enough not to hiss at the friction of his dry hand.]
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he does pull away to give wei wuxian room to maneuver, to pull himself free of the confines of his own robes.
mal reaches for him, covering wei wuxian's hand with is own. he runs the pad of his thumb over the cockhead, spreading the pre-cum. ] Have you had another's hand on you? Or their mouth?
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I haven't...I...[he moans again and bites off his words, not even sure what he was going to say.] Neither. Nothing. [He doesn't say that the extent of messing around he's done has been with Mal and once in a different life, some innocent exploration with a teenage friend.]
Never had a chance. [he does get out without spelling out all the messy details. Mal knows enough of his life story to understand. The war, his defection, and his death.]
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the way mal's hands moves, slipping under wei wuxian's fingers to take his cock in hand and stroke him is more practices than what he can offer with his mouth but that'll be it's own unique sort of pleasure. ]
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He never had a chance. Not for any of this, and now Mal is here and maybe they aren't in love, but it isn't nothing either. He cares about Mal. He trusts him. He wants to get the chance to be stupid and reckless like this, the way he would have if the war had never come.
He gasps louder as Mal grips him and strokes him to full hardness and reaches out to pull him close.]
I want it. I want you to show me. Show me, and then let me taste you.