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"Does it count as teasing if I truly do want to know?" The latter part only gets a smirk, though. That he will tease him with, if only a little. "But I will not betray that trust. I..." He hesitates, but also adds truthfully, "I want to hear what you sound like when it cannot take any more and explodes, A-Lan. To feel how your body will tense, and how good it will be for you." Hands smoothing over Zichen's chest and shoulders, he leans to whisper in his ear. "I want to smell and taste when it does. Imprinting all of these in my memory."

As a matter of fact, he might like teasing Zichen a little. He's finding out.

"It counts. Then you'll hear it if that pleases you." There's a deep groan, almost a growl in the back of his throat. More than anything, he wanted to grind against him, to get the feel of him, "I badly want you. I wanted you for years." He whines.

"That's good..." He writhes against him, grinding slowly, wanting any semblance of friction, his body tense the more he touches him, but denying him the pleasure that he seeks. "A-chen, please. I want that. I want everything."

"Everything," he murmurs in return, and claims another kiss as his fingers slide further down, around the erect member and between Zichen's thighs, caressing the inside of one all the way to the knee and back. When the kiss breaks, he starts kissing down over the broad chest, lingering close to but not quite over a nipple, the hand moving up and down the inside of the other thigh.

And then he shifts, kissing down along Zichen's abs, and carefully gauges where the tip of the erection is so he can run the edge of his jaw over it. Then he stills, the tip of his chin holding the shaft upright.

"I think it may be best if some of the exploration waits until another time. I think I may linger here for a little while."

The scent is heady, truly. And he wants to taste, so he runs his tongue along the heated length. So warm against his lips and tongue. Up again, and then he wraps his lips around the tip to taste properly, the tip of his tongue circling the head. Slow, but. There should be pressure and heat now.

Before Zichen knew it, his body begins to slowly react and obey as he explores him, mapping out his body with his fingers and his lips. His strong body lean and well-muscled from training and his cultivation practice. He tenses beneath his touch, his eyes started to glass over, a jolt of pleasure begin to spark and dance like electricity.

"A-ah..." His legs spread wider in response. What's happening? He only knew this is what he wants just from him, and only Xingchen can give this pleasure to him, lost in his voice and his touches, ghosting around his nipples, also becoming hard. "Ah!" The sound he makes, he's vocal whenever Xingchen touches him and teases.

"Xingchen, what...?" He shifts to get comfort, then spread his legs wider in reaction, squirming as he touches his thighs and he shivers. "O-oh. Are you sure? You don't have to." But he admires him all the more if he does.

"I'm not going anywhere Xingchen..." He said, and he groans in response when he holds the most sensitive part of his body. He's hard, with a thin sheen of precum, and there's a masculine scent. "Xingchen, guess you found me..." He said, voice soft, low, and sweet, panting. "It's not too late to stop now, but you caught me."

Xingchen gives another swirl of his tongue, then raises his face to tuck his nose into the fold of Zichen's thigh, he just needs his mouth for a moment. One hand stays wrapped around Zichen's erection because, well, he knows it is not the best to just have no stimulation after. Having had some.

"I am - not sure what all I am doing. I was somewhat young so people didn't directly talk to me about this kind of thing, but I've heard and read a few things. If - something doesn't feel good, tell me? Or if you need something else. Or even that I stop. All right?"

Zichen trembles again for each time Xingchen, his dear Xingchen gives him the attention he needs, with each flick of his tongue, the shape of his lips on places he discovers that sends him an electric thrill.

"You heard and read?" With a soft laugh. "Xingchen, I wonder what kind of books you read and what did you learn? You don't seem to be the type to study this sort of thing. But all right, it does feels good and if you keep going...I'll warn you if I'm coming close and you can stop there if you don't want that."

"Dual cultivation is a valid cultivation technique. It was hardly the focus of my studies, not by a long stretch, but it wasn't excluded, either. So if you... wish, we can cultivate while we do this, too. Back and forth, you send me some spiritual energy, and I send it back to you..."

And with the confirmation that he will be allowed to know if something isn't as good as seems it will be, in his mind, Xingchen shifts again, wrapping his lips around the tip of Zichen's erection, and then slowly starts taking in more of it.

It doesn't take long to figure out where the difficulty in this is, and Xingchen raises his head up, moving up and down with his eyebrows scrunched up slightly while he considers how to relax his throat to take him in deeper. And yes, if Zichen is passing spiritual energy, Xingchen is passing it back, higher and higher. He knows it might be a lot, but - he wants Zichen to be stronger. And to feel better.

"Xingchen, I know of dual cultivation..." Zichen's body is warm and flushed with heat. "Though the master never spoke of it. A-ah...~" His moans are breathy, unable to focus as the pleasure raises his spiritual energy, letting Xingchen taste him and tease him. His fingers claws to clutch the sheets as he watches his cock disappear and melts into his mouth, his body quivering as he tries not to come from the wet heat of his mouth.

"I would like that...ah~ Being your cultivation partner. Back and forth, sharing spiritual energy..." He said, voice dreamy, wistful, feeling a surge of endless love for this man that was there before, that was frozen over with grief, and then thawed over and sparked with life by the love that he has given him, a love that he doesn't feel he deserved.

There's so much desire he has for him, wanting to nurture him, spending the rest of his life forver with him, loving him without any restraint, and undo the damage that his own harsh misgivings and bitterness he had done to him. His heart is filled with love for him, and wanting to forget the pain of the years when they drifted, the pain he caused him, and feels deep regret for everything.

"X-Xingchen..." he started to tremble, feeling his climax coming closer as he watches his head bobbed up and down on his length. His cock harden as he felt his throat relax and adjust to his size. The waves of their spiritual energy shared with the pleasure. "Ah, Xingchen, if you keep going, I'm coming close." He warns as he felt he's coming to erupt soon. Not only he feels better, but it feels good and he likes this quite a lot, and he hopes the pleasure never ends.

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