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Feeling you, feeling me

Mutual Masturbation

Far be it from there being anything wrong with a little self-love, yet the one-handed tango might be even better if it's turned into a dance for two. Who cares that, technically, this is a contradiction? Be that as it may, whether there's willingness to reach out and touch fate each other or this is a strictly hands-off experience and communication can only be verbal for moral, personal, or technical purposes (hey, there are a lot of folks with powers that mean no touching out there), the two of you are indulging in some mutual masturbation. Over the phone, in person, silently, with lots of dirty talk, go nuts!
~~This totally doesn't count as sex, right?~~

You know what to do.
Do it.

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[I am locked to (1) Dan Heng regarding Dan Heng/Stelle, but otherwise--I welcome cross-canon & canon mates, definitely veering towards it being over the phone.]

Edited 2023-09-09 04:07 (UTC)

[ m/m ]

[F/M preferred. Probably over the phone while he's taking a night to rest before heading back.]

[kinklist here!]

Xue Yang can't sleep. After a while of squirming in his bed, he finally gives up and decides to go out for a walk or something. Maybe that'll tire him out. However, on his way towards the door he passes Xiao Xingchen's bedroom and hears... something. Curiously, he tip-toes to the door and peeks inside, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Heat fills him at the sight of Xiao Xingchen with his sleep robes opened, a hand between his legs as he's clearly touching himself. Fuck. Xue Yang can feel his own cock immediately start to stiffen in his pants. Knowing that Xiao Xingchen can't see him, he slides a hand into his own pants to give himself some relief.

His dreams are vivid sometimes and though there aren't as many visuals as there used to be, there are sounds and sensations. His current dream features his friend - he recognizes his voice - and phantom hands are moving over his body, awakening him in ways he couldn't imagine possible in a thousand years. Arching off the bed and straining against his own hand, Xingchen moans, somewhere between waking and dreaming.

"...that's good..." he whispers.

Xue Yang has definitely had his own fantasies about Xiao Xingchen. He's fun to flirt with. The way he blushes and laughs is cute, makes Xue Yang want to kiss him. And now he's being treated to such a nice show...

That moan makes him shiver, biting his own lip to keep from making any noise as his cock grows harder in his hand. He teases himself, stroking his fingers lightly against his length, his eyes fixed on Xiao Xingchen. He doesn't want to miss a second.

"My friend...nn..." Xingchen groans, giving away who accompanies him in his dreams and who is making him writhe. It's clear he's close and his breathing quickens, thrusting himself into his hand again and again until...

He comes, spilling over his fingers with a strangled moan.

It's difficult to keep from making any noise! Xue Yang brings a hand up to his mouth and bites down on a finger to keep quiet. And then he hears that... His cock jumps in his hand. Xiao Xingchen is fantasizing about him!

He strokes himself faster, unable to keep a gasp from escaping as he watches Xiao Xingchen fuck his own hand and then come all over it. Oh, he wants to get between his legs and suck and lick his cock clean...

Smirking to himself he decides, why the fuck not? So he takes a step into the room and closes the door behind himself. "Daozhang... what a nice show," he purrs breathily.

The gasp reaches his ears somehow and he tries to quiet his panting. That...hadn't come from him! It had at least sounded too low to be A-Qing, but that means...

Xingchen flushes from head to toe, reaching for the blankets to hide himself. Usually he doesn't give into those dreams or he at least climaxes...quieter. But tonight, he had been aching and he had thought the other two occupants deeply asleep!

It's his turn to gasp when the door closes and he hears his friend walk in.

"Ah... Forgive me." he fumbles and frowns, "I don't know what got into me."

Xue Yang approaches the bed and kind of wishes that Xiao Xingchen could see him, see the effect that he's had.... He quickly discards his own sleep robe, leaving him in only his opened pants.

"Don't apologize," he says huskily and crawls onto the bed. He tugs the blankets away from Xingchen - he shouldn't hide himself! - and gets between those gorgeous legs. "I heard you... were you thinking about me, daozhang?"

He wishes he could see him too. There is a quality to his friend's voice that he hasn't heard before. It makes his skin tingle, though, of course, he feels guilty for that.

Until his friend crawls into bed with him. Xingchen gapes and trembles, swallowing hard. Is he...still dreaming?

"...y-yes, I was." he answers honestly, "I do...like you very much..."

Edited 2023-09-10 11:08 (UTC)

"Good... I like you too. I don't want you to be thinking about anyone else when you touch yourself." Fuck, Xiao Xingchen looks a vision. So debauched with in his disheveled white robes and come splattered onto his stomach. He looks like he's fallen from the sky, only to be ravished by someone like Xue Yang.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathes as he presses his lower body down against Xingchen's, letting him feel the effect he's had on him. A hand slips into Xingchen's long hair and Xue Yang tugs him into a hungry kiss, prying those soft lips apart with his tongue to taste him fully.

"Ah..." Xingchen can't get much more out than that. The heat of his friend's gaze is felt. Oh he can't see him, but he knows when someone is staring at him intensely. He should be embarrassed! Yet he finds himself far more...excited.

He wants the unthinkable.

"I...I am? You really think so?" he groans under the pressure, arousal curling in his stomach, renewed and more powerful than ever when he discovers his friend is hard. He...caused that?

Hungry lips claim him and he opens his mouth without thinking, trembling so hard that his teeth would surely chatter if he wasn't busy with their kiss.