Sizhui smiles at that and gives the other teen a look that says, ‘I don’t believe you, but I won’t argue’.
Instead he keeps his eyes on the others face and steals kisses here and there before finally sliding into a languid kiss he doesn’t have to break. While nudging slickened fingers down between them and between Jin Lings legs to coat that small pucker of flesh with the warms oil.
That was right. He knew that was. It was logical. As was the careful press of one finger; tucking just to that first knuckle.
Jin Ling is very tempted to stick his tongue out at the other for that look but he doesn't, just returning the kisses when the other gives them to him. He makes a soft sound into the kiss when the fingers pressed to that spot again. He tries to stay still, tries to relax. His hand gripping the other's shoulder tightly as the finger presses in.
It's not that it hurts but it definitely feels weird and he just can't help the fact that he's kind of freaked out. But he doesn't want Sizhui to stop. He wants this, he's just ready for the good part and not this awkward feeling, not this very vulernable feeling -- though maybe the sex would be vulnerable too...
He doesn't know. His thoughts distract him and he's not paying complete attention to the kiss, lazy and messy in his return.
That might be more distracted than he had been looking for but he rolls with it; the kiss turns sloppy but he bites at twhat he can whenever he can get it. Lips. Tongue. It doesn’t matter.
He’s busy with that and carefully slips more and more of his finger inside of him. It’s a slow but steady movement that he doesn’t dare pull free of. As tight as the other teen was he knew that if he did pull his finger out he would never get it back in.
“Do you at least trust me enough to believe I won’t intentionally hurt you?”
Jin Ling isn't meaning to get distracted from the kiss and the bites do start to turn his attention back onto what they're doing, though, he's also focusing in on the pressure of Sizhui's finger pushing in deeper. His grip on the other's shoulder tightens a little more.
But then Sizhui speaks and what he says makes Jin Ling loosen his hold just a little, opening his eyes.
“Good,” Sizhui relaxed a bit and softly brushed his nose against the others; his eyes lid and he hesitated before pressing his forehead against his. The ribbon pressed against the Jins skin and he closed his eyes, “I’m sorry if I do, though...”
Because that was inevitable this time wasn’t it? The first?
His finger carefully curled a bit, the deeper it pressed and then he slowly rocked it a little. The other teen was so tight that he worried that this was going to be a bad idea. Maybe he should talk about this first?
Jin Ling closes his eyes as their noses brush together and he always likes
that feeling for some reason as simple as it is. He then felt the other's
forehead pressing against his, the infamous ribbon and his heart stops and
then races and then he thinks that Sizhui must just be carried away. It
doesn't mean anything. There's no way that it means anything.
"Don't worry, I can take it, Sizhui," Jin Ling counters, his breath
catching as the other pressed in deeper still but then the movement... it
felt kind of good -- weird but good. Good enough that he did start to relax
a little finally.
Jin Ling is going to be very unaware that it was definitely on purpose and meant something until they actually talked about it out loud. He wants to make the other stop worrying, he can feel his worry somehow.
"Mmn," Jin Ling makes a soft sound, his body tightening and then relaxing and his hands tighten slightly on the other's shoulders.
“Because if it hurts too much I’ll stop,” Sizhui murmurs against the others mouth before he cuts anything else off with a deeper kiss. He slowly adds a second finger and slowly opens his eyes to see if that’s too much.
Jin Ling is about to protest that but well the other's kissing him and he doesn't want to break it. He whimpers a little into the kiss, the stretch making it more uncomfortable but it would be alright. It doesn't really hurt that much. It's totally okay. He can stay relaxed. He can tell how it could feel good even if it's not there yet, and he's getting impatient.
"This is just dragging it out," he huffs against the other's lips.
Sizhui stretches him as much as he is willing. He knows, he should take more time to do this but Jin Ling is temperamental. Maybe if he just goes slower?
The Lan offers a few more actual stretches and then reluctantly pulls away to grab more of the oil. He sits back and coats his length thoroughly in it; it’s a bit cold but not too bad.
Moving into place he hesitates and glances between them (this is a bad idea. He knows it) but then presses himself against him, pushing carefully until just the top of him is inside. Then he lets him adjust a little, and takes those moment to calm his own heart.
Jin Ling's hands slip away from the other's shoulders when the other moves. His eyes follow his movements and his stomach twists with nervousness and a bit of apprehension. Sizhui's dick is definitely a lot bigger than his fingers had been. His lets out a shaky breath as the other's blunt head presses against him.
There's a moment where the thought that too big is loud in his head but he holds back. He tries not to tense but he whimpers a little as the other breaches his entrance. He takes a deep breath. This burns and he's pretty sure it'll hurt but he doesn't say anything, just reaching to pull the other in for another kiss.
Jin Ling was smart to kiss him just then because those pained sounds were almost enough to make him want to pull away completely. Hurting him was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted...he wanted this to be *good*. But...
Sizhui makes a warm sound and doesn’t move away, instead he slides a hand into the others hair and breathes slowly, “Relax...Rulan.”
Jin Ling knew he needed to distract the other after the sound had escaped him. He tries to stay quiet now as he kisses him. He swallows as the other's hand slips into his hair. Sometimes he might argue about being called Rulan but he doesn't.
"I'm fine," Jin Ling insists, even as it catches in his throat a little.
Sizhui smiles softly and teases his nose back and forth against his; stealing kisses every few seconds.
“Be honest,” he murmurs and slowly presses a bit more of himself inside, then stops to let him adjust again. This continues, spaced out until he’s finally completely inside. It’s so tight. Too tight.
His fingers brush through the others hair, his thumb brushing against his cheekbone, “Are you okay?”
Jin Ling has to force himself to keep breathing, to keep from clenching around the other as he presses further in and it becomes more than discomfort and it hurts. There's another pained sound when the other is all the way inside, louder and he couldn't stifle it and it takes a minute to even think about the fact he should have tried to distract Sizhui right away.
As it is, his breath is coming short and he's trying not to make anymore embarrassing noises and at some point he'd definitely lost his erection.
"I'm fine. It's fine, Sizhui," his voice is strained and he's definitely lying.
Wen Ning hadn't been sure about moving in with the others, even after the invitation. It's not that he doesn't want to be with them, not at all! He very much wants to be able to protect the ones he cares for.
But he feels like he's stealing a bed, even if no one's using it. He would be fine on the floor. Half the time he doesn't even really sleep. What if Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have an argument and they need the separate beds again?
His musings are cut short by the sound of pained cries from one of the other rooms. Jin Ling's room? He sits up, swinging his legs over the bed immediately, but stops. The boy might just be having a nightmare - heaven knows he's seen enough to fuel them. He can't go running into his room any time that happens as if he's the boy's father. (Especially since he killed the boy's father...)
But then there's another sound and he can't help it. He has to at least go check on him. He'll regret it later if he finds out he was in trouble and he did nothing to help. He's up before the thought is even finished, walking briskly to the door. When he hears another quiet voice his pace quickens out of concern, and he doesn't even register that it was Sizhui's until he's already opened the door part-way.
Sizhui was already half way free by the time the door opened; one hand brushing over the other teens cheek before the voice started him so much that he pulled away completely out of shock and got caught on the corner of the sheet....which inevitably lead to falling onto the floor.
The whole thing hurt and it was embarrassing and he could die right there but—
Oh.
“I’m sorry!” He repeats again, louder this time because if that hurt him it had to hurt Jin Ling and, this was not the way this was supposed to go. Sitting up, he reached over to touch the other teen, “Ru— Jin Ling, are you okay?” His eyes slid over to Wen Ning and his cheeks pinked, “I uh...we...I wasn’t hurting him. On purpose. I swear.”
Jin Ling barely registers the pain because the mortification of being scene
like this is torture all on its own. He quickly reaches for a pillow to
cover his groin area, as the pain starts to come into focus and he just
tightens his jaw to ignore it. He’s fine. He’s not weak.
"I... uh..." Wen Ning squeezes his eyes closed out of courtesy, as if that will help now. He also lowers his voice to avoid bringing any more attention to the room than he might have already.
Now if he could just form proper words... "S-sorry, I. Y-you... I-I'll..." Eyes still closed, he attempts making a few gestures with his hands. He points back toward his room a couple times, since he definitely should never have left there.
"D-do you--? I..." Is he offering help? This isn't the right time for that.
"Leaving," he finally says abruptly, promptly shutting the door on his own foot. Instead of opening it enough to get it out more easily, he gives a few panicked tugs and falls backward into the hall.
Sizhui blinks a few times between Jin Ling and Wen Ning. One pained, one embarrassed? This was definitely not the way this was supposed to go.
Swallowing, he gives a wince as Ning falls out of the room. Poor guy.
Instead of moving immediately he sort of lingers there, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Is there a protocol for fail sex? He worries his bottom lip for a moment and let’s the silence linger a bit. But when it goes on for too long he slowly gets up and slides his inner robe on and closes it before grabbing the rest of his things.
“I’m so sorry...” he murmurs and moves over to brush his fingers over the Jins cheek, “Are you okay? I...should go talk to him.”
Oh my god. Jin Ling really wishes the bed would swallow him whole. Between Wen Ning's stuttering around and Sizhui's apologies he just stays quiet. He does feel bad when Wen Ning falls back into the hall but he's sure he's alright. Maybe he'll text him later to apologize...
He should have been quieter...
When Sizhui does get up, Jin Ling looks at him and he feels humiliated and any number of things he's not willing to actually say. He's definitely very bad at communicating.
"I'm okay." He gives Sizhui a look that says I dare you to argue
Sizhui returns that look with one that says ‘I’m not stupid but fine’. He runs his fingers over his cheek again and leans over to kiss him upside down.
“I’ll come back,” he promises and kisses the tip of his nose once before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against the door, holding his bundle of clothes and watches Wen Ning.
Wen Ning should have rushed back to his room after the stumble, but instead he's sitting up against the wall, staring blankly ahead at nothing. He tells himself it's to make sure no one else inadvertently walks in on them, but it's mostly because he needs a moment to readjust his grip on reality.
When Sizhui walks out he immediately straightens. "Sorry, I... I wasn't l-listening in."
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Instead he keeps his eyes on the others face and steals kisses here and there before finally sliding into a languid kiss he doesn’t have to break. While nudging slickened fingers down between them and between Jin Lings legs to coat that small pucker of flesh with the warms oil.
That was right. He knew that was. It was logical. As was the careful press of one finger; tucking just to that first knuckle.
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It's not that it hurts but it definitely feels weird and he just can't help the fact that he's kind of freaked out. But he doesn't want Sizhui to stop. He wants this, he's just ready for the good part and not this awkward feeling, not this very vulernable feeling -- though maybe the sex would be vulnerable too...
He doesn't know. His thoughts distract him and he's not paying complete attention to the kiss, lazy and messy in his return.
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He’s busy with that and carefully slips more and more of his finger inside of him. It’s a slow but steady movement that he doesn’t dare pull free of. As tight as the other teen was he knew that if he did pull his finger out he would never get it back in.
“Do you at least trust me enough to believe I won’t intentionally hurt you?”
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But then Sizhui speaks and what he says makes Jin Ling loosen his hold just a little, opening his eyes.
"I know you'd never intentionally hurt me."
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Because that was inevitable this time wasn’t it? The first?
His finger carefully curled a bit, the deeper it pressed and then he slowly rocked it a little. The other teen was so tight that he worried that this was going to be a bad idea. Maybe he should talk about this first?
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Jin Ling closes his eyes as their noses brush together and he always likes that feeling for some reason as simple as it is. He then felt the other's forehead pressing against his, the infamous ribbon and his heart stops and then races and then he thinks that Sizhui must just be carried away. It doesn't mean anything. There's no way that it means anything.
"Don't worry, I can take it, Sizhui," Jin Ling counters, his breath catching as the other pressed in deeper still but then the movement... it felt kind of good -- weird but good. Good enough that he did start to relax a little finally.
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There was no doubt that —eventually— Jin Ling could take it. That he would be fine. But, at this moment, Sizhui was worried.
He twists his finger a few times, testing the flutter and clench of those muscles. They felt good...but...
He smiled a little and nipped the others mouth, “If we do this, you know you’re mine right?”
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"Mmn," Jin Ling makes a soft sound, his body tightening and then relaxing and his hands tighten slightly on the other's shoulders.
"I...know... now why are you saying if??"
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"This is just dragging it out," he huffs against the other's lips.
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The Lan offers a few more actual stretches and then reluctantly pulls away to grab more of the oil. He sits back and coats his length thoroughly in it; it’s a bit cold but not too bad.
Moving into place he hesitates and glances between them (this is a bad idea. He knows it) but then presses himself against him, pushing carefully until just the top of him is inside. Then he lets him adjust a little, and takes those moment to calm his own heart.
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There's a moment where the thought that too big is loud in his head but he holds back. He tries not to tense but he whimpers a little as the other breaches his entrance. He takes a deep breath. This burns and he's pretty sure it'll hurt but he doesn't say anything, just reaching to pull the other in for another kiss.
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Sizhui makes a warm sound and doesn’t move away, instead he slides a hand into the others hair and breathes slowly, “Relax...Rulan.”
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"I'm fine," Jin Ling insists, even as it catches in his throat a little.
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“Be honest,” he murmurs and slowly presses a bit more of himself inside, then stops to let him adjust again. This continues, spaced out until he’s finally completely inside. It’s so tight. Too tight.
His fingers brush through the others hair, his thumb brushing against his cheekbone, “Are you okay?”
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As it is, his breath is coming short and he's trying not to make anymore embarrassing noises and at some point he'd definitely lost his erection.
"I'm fine. It's fine, Sizhui," his voice is strained and he's definitely lying.
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This was a bad idea. They shouldn’t have done this. Sizhui frowns and looks over the others face, “No, you’re not. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...”
He isn’t sure what to do at this point. Should he move? Should he try and make it better? What was he supposed to do?
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But he feels like he's stealing a bed, even if no one's using it. He would be fine on the floor. Half the time he doesn't even really sleep. What if Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have an argument and they need the separate beds again?
His musings are cut short by the sound of pained cries from one of the other rooms. Jin Ling's room? He sits up, swinging his legs over the bed immediately, but stops. The boy might just be having a nightmare - heaven knows he's seen enough to fuel them. He can't go running into his room any time that happens as if he's the boy's father. (Especially since he killed the boy's father...)
But then there's another sound and he can't help it. He has to at least go check on him. He'll regret it later if he finds out he was in trouble and he did nothing to help. He's up before the thought is even finished, walking briskly to the door. When he hears another quiet voice his pace quickens out of concern, and he doesn't even register that it was Sizhui's until he's already opened the door part-way.
"Young Master Jin, are you--"
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The whole thing hurt and it was embarrassing and he could die right there but—
Oh.
“I’m sorry!” He repeats again, louder this time because if that hurt him it had to hurt Jin Ling and, this was not the way this was supposed to go. Sitting up, he reached over to touch the other teen, “Ru— Jin Ling, are you okay?” His eyes slid over to Wen Ning and his cheeks pinked, “I uh...we...I wasn’t hurting him. On purpose. I swear.”
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Jin Ling barely registers the pain because the mortification of being scene like this is torture all on its own. He quickly reaches for a pillow to cover his groin area, as the pain starts to come into focus and he just tightens his jaw to ignore it. He’s fine. He’s not weak.
“I’m fine,” he grounds out to both of them.
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Now if he could just form proper words... "S-sorry, I. Y-you... I-I'll..." Eyes still closed, he attempts making a few gestures with his hands. He points back toward his room a couple times, since he definitely should never have left there.
"D-do you--? I..." Is he offering help? This isn't the right time for that.
"Leaving," he finally says abruptly, promptly shutting the door on his own foot. Instead of opening it enough to get it out more easily, he gives a few panicked tugs and falls backward into the hall.
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Swallowing, he gives a wince as Ning falls out of the room. Poor guy.
Instead of moving immediately he sort of lingers there, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Is there a protocol for fail sex? He worries his bottom lip for a moment and let’s the silence linger a bit. But when it goes on for too long he slowly gets up and slides his inner robe on and closes it before grabbing the rest of his things.
“I’m so sorry...” he murmurs and moves over to brush his fingers over the Jins cheek, “Are you okay? I...should go talk to him.”
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He should have been quieter...
When Sizhui does get up, Jin Ling looks at him and he feels humiliated and any number of things he's not willing to actually say. He's definitely very bad at communicating.
"I'm okay." He gives Sizhui a look that says I dare you to argue
He's very not okay. Emotionally or otherwise.
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“I’ll come back,” he promises and kisses the tip of his nose once before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against the door, holding his bundle of clothes and watches Wen Ning.
“Are you okay?”
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When Sizhui walks out he immediately straightens. "Sorry, I... I wasn't l-listening in."
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