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lusi2020-06-08 09:01 pm
noneforyou) wrote in lusi2020-06-08 09:01 pm
[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit
● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
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While Huaisang works on one side of his lover's neck, the hand on Xue Yang's back slides back around to rest over his throat instead, thumb pressing lightly against his windpipe.]
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As someone with too many enemies, he should perhaps be more wary of someone pressing fingers against his throat. But the last time Xue Yang was being threatened by one of the Nie, it was with a saber to his neck, and even then he took it without flinching.
Considering everything else Nie Huaisang is doing to him, considering Xue Yang's possessiveness at the moment, he doesn't just accept but welcome the slight pressure. The hand in his hair already has his head pulled back but he lets his eyes slip half-shut and presses his throat into that touch, encouraging it. ]
Fuck. That's good.
[ It comes out slightly strained, but obviously aroused. ]
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[Compulsively, Huaisang grips Xue Yang's neck in his hands as if he might wring it at any given moment but he doesn't, instead alternating between gentle caresses and steadily increase in pressure against that windpipe. He continues to work his hips, leaning down to kiss him deeply even as he slowly cuts off the other man's air supply.
He pulls back just a fraction to murmur.]
You need to understand that I own you now.
[His tone's mild and conversational, if a little breathless from exertion. Xue Yang's managed to overpower him through brute strength and Huaisang's wits are too dulled by sensation and need for him to be able properly outsmart him. So leaves making want to stay by edging out the competition and offering him experience he can't easily get from anyone else.]
But first, you're going to have make me come.
[His hands continue to tighten as Huaisang resumes the kiss.]
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That so?
[ But he doesn't protest the claim of ownership. Not now, not like this. Xue Yang, for all his troublemaking, appreciates people who give him what he wants. And this heady pleasure, of being choked and ridden and kissed all at once, form an intoxicating blend that leaves him complacent and compliant.
He kisses back sloppily, breathing deeply in an unconscious effort to make up for the oxygen he's being deprived. And yet despite that he tightens his grip on Nie Huaisang's hips and thrusts up into him with a vigor that betrays every other sign of weakness he's been showing. He considers grabbing Nie Huaisang's cock, but he wants to see if he can make him come like this first.
Even more movement is probably not the way to ration his waning oxygen, but Xue Yang isn't the sort of bother with worries like that. ]
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[It's comes out with a undercurrent of desperation, followed by another messy kiss. He's so close and his heart swells with a type of love and affection while he's here on the edge and seeing Xue Yang give in. Not the kind of feeling one generally has for people but more akin to what he might feel toward his favorite calligraphy brush or one of his treasured hand-painted fans. He's a tool, a prized acquisition, for the moment, at least, and that's a small victory Nie Huaisang is willing to accept and enjoy for what it is for now.
Huaisang lets himself go with a hoarse cry, shuddering hard with his climax. He maintains his grip on Xue Yang's neck, thumbs pressing down harder for a few seconds as he rides out his pleasure before it relaxes again.]
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He can't even tell if he passed out for a moment or stayed conscious the whole time, but Xue Yang gives a sharp, unconscious gasp when those fingers finally let up again. His vision recovers, perhaps a bit slowly, but it isn't long before Nie Huaisang comes back into focus in front of him. On his throat there's the lingering remnants of a pain that never bothered him even when he felt it.
He gives a breathless laugh, then clenches and loosens his grip for a moment. ]
I'm definitely keeping you.
[ That felt really good. ]
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He doesn't make any motion to get up for several more moments but once he does, his knees feel a little wobbly, his ankle still hurting. The fruit still has him in its thrall so rather than try to escape, Huaisang simply stretches out on the bed to rest, eyes drifting closed.
There's plenty of room for Xue Yang to curl up beside him if he chooses or he can leave if that's what he wants. Right now, Huaisang's too tired to protest either way.]
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He's not nearly as tired but he curls up against Nie Huaisang anyway, not hugging or cuddling quite so much as clinging to him. He's a light enough sleeper that he doesn't expect Nie Huaisang to be able to slip away without waking him but that doesn't mean he's going to take any chances.
Besides, the warmth is nice, especially post-orgasm. Using Nie Huaisang for his body heat, Xue Yang shifts slightly closer and lets himself doze off. ]