farsickness | Open! Catch-all is for March

WHO: Xue Yang and open!
WHEN: March
WHAT: Frolicking! Training new wolf pup! Meditating! Poking around town!
WHERE: Gazin
WARNINGS: None come to mind! Any thread that needs a warning will get one in the subject line.

Meditating: [ Semi closed to anyone who happens to be around his house. ]

As he does every day since learning how, Xue Yang settles down in the morning light and focuses on his core. He's noticed the difference in himself since Zichen had taken the time to properly teach him - his concentration is sharper, he has less nervous energy, and his core looks and feels much stronger, less chaotic underneath the outer layer that is just him. Zichen says he doesn't hate that bright layer of chaos, because it's his personality, and anything his A-Lan doesn't hate can't be bad. His precious little squirrel is curled up with him too, taking a nap in his tunic for the moment. Always just for a moment.

Wolf training/frolicking:

Rescuing the young wolf pup from an odd trap had both pissed him off and worried him, but he couldn't find any injuries so simply fussed over and fed the pup. Only to find himself essentially be adopted by the pup - maybe another orphan? He hasn't seen much in the way of wolves here. But this one has a sweet, if mischievous, personality and it makes him laugh as they start to playfully chase each other.

As the days pass though, he gently sets to teaching the intelligent creature a few things. Rewarding as needed, careful scolding also as needed - no abuse, just enforcing correcting behavior. He refuses to harm any child. And eventually, when the black pup with white muzzle and socks feels like it, they walk side-by-side, cute little ears pricked at him with frequent swiveling and nose twitching at new sounds and scents.

Going for a ride!

After that cold winter, his poor horse needs a good ride! So of course he obliges, leaping into the stallion's saddle and grinning gleefully as the strong muscles bunch before they shoot off in what looks like a wild gallop - but there is no danger. His stallion is a protective mountain of teeth and hooves when he's threatened, and they've learned how to move together. Even when the horse chooses to slow down a bit just to give his hind quarters a good kick, Xue Yang manages to stay in the saddle (mostly by throwing his arms down around the strong neck and tightening his legs) but he doesn't get kicked off.

Market/Around town

He makes a strange sight some days, animals (horse led by reigns, little black squirrel perched either on Xue Yang's shoulder or on the saddle, and now the little wolf pup trotting along with them) at his side when he comes in for supplies. But he loves it, even grinning cheerfully at the stares they get until those he's made friends with laugh and any tension eases.

So he gathers supplies - food and medicines as needed - and takes down any new orders for the forge people stop him to place and describe, and tucks them all way in the saddle bags his sweet stallion has agreed to carry for him.

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He does the same, though his taps are rare too and make him proud!

The pounce takes him by surprise, but the arm wrapping around him and reminder in that split second of panic helps him in turning Jiangzai away and slump against his husband, panting for breath.

But he can't be too upset because his silly husband is nuzzling him like that! He huffs out a breath to try and settle the mad pounding of his heart. And grumbles under his breath. Only for a moment before he peeks up at Zichen with a growing grin.

"You win~" And really, he can't be mad about that, not when he knows the price of losing this particular spar!

Their spars are fun - they ignite their passion and keep them fit - but Zichen knows when to bring them to a close. His A-Yang is no danger to him, but his husband's blood runs hot when in combat. He could do himself further injury and there is nothing enjoyable about that.

So he brings Xue Yang out of the red haze with tenderness. The grumbling is just amusing and he meets that dark gaze without fear.

"The tables can always be turned." he nips at the other man's neck, "Go upstairs and ready us a bath. I can't go the rest of the day smelling of sweat."

And bathtubs are so useful!

He loves clashing their blades together - especially knowing Zichen won't let him go too far. Neither of them are in real danger, their bond is too strong now to be easily broken.

And he loves how his sweet husband tugs him from the too hot passions of battle he gets pulled into. He purrs at the nip, unconcerned by the light touch of teeth. "If they do get turned, I promise you'll enjoy it," he murmurs.

The order has him smirk and he nuzzles their noses together before slipping from his husband's arms and heads inside, Jiangzai resting against a shoulder. "Don't take long coming up~" he calls playfully over his shoulder.

Sparring has already aroused him, though he doesn't like to fully admit it. As he watches Xue Yang sauntering away, he allows himself a deep shiver, breathing out in a rush. He can't explain what the other man does to him, but he can't say, for a second or a millisecond even, that he hates it.

Sheathing Fuxue and setting the blade aside once he re-enters their home, Zichen follows his husband upstairs and peeks into the bathroom. He can feel his body aching to be touched and he loosens his robes as he enters the room.

"I like you worked up."

Xue Yang is no less aroused! His Zichen has that effect on him even without sparring. And he does make a point to saunter, just to tease his beloved a little more. He knows now that it's not hate Zichen feels for him, or what they do together. Oh no.

Jiangzai is set where he always keeps it, and as the bath starts to fill, he starts to wiggle free of his rougher clothes. Adding extra wiggle when he hears his husband come up behind him. He looks slyly over his shoulder at the other man's announcement, smirking.

"You're good at getting me worked up."

"You've let me have plenty of practice." Zichen follows Xue Yang in stripping off his robes too, laying them neatly on the counter. He chuckles at himself, the sound barely audible, at how very difficult it is for him to look away from his husband. So his boots are taken off a bit clumsily.

He considers wrapping a towel around his waist - to hide certain effects - but there isn't any point.

"Get in."

His orders are hardly rough or aggressive. However if Xue Yang follows them without fussing, he will be rewarded handsomely. Zichen gazes at his husband heatedly, approaching the tub.

He grins, rather smug about that little chuckle he can barely hear. He likes having that hot gaze focused on him. They don't need towels to hide behind though, and getting the treat of seeing his husband in such a state makes him all warm.

That order is easy to follow! Xue Yang immediately obeys, stepping in and sinking down before tilting his head up to meet his husband's gaze with a much softer smile - though still with edges of playful heat. He holds out a hand in hopeful invitation.

"The water's nice and warm~"

He doesn't keep his lover waiting. Zichen grabs hold of the offered hand and steps into the tub, facing Xue Yang on the opposite side. Under the hot water, he slides their legs together, his eyelids drooping in hazy arousal.

"I didn't get in for the water."

And that is the only warning Xue Yang will get. Zichen springs again, positioning himself so he is pinning his husband against the tub. Though not roughly or uncomfortably. Then he claims a searing kiss, moaning.

Zichen never does! He helps get his beloved settled, snickering as their legs slide together so nicely. Then smirks, eyes bright at that comment.

"Then may-" anything else he was going to say gets swallowed by that sudden movement and searing kiss that has him moan, melting into it and wrapping arms and legs around his husband. His hip already feels much better! Fingers bury in Zichen's hair, rubbing lovingly at his scalp.

"Mm?" Zichen rumbles somewhere near Xue Yang's collarbone, continuing his kisses on the still salty skin of his beloved. The hold excites him and he grabs his husband's backside possessively, squeezing and lifting him. He sneakily eases himself back, pulling Xue Yang onto his lap in the process.

"I'm not sure I caught that?"

He laughs breathlessly as those lips move down and he arches, wiggling a little to tease and thoroughly enjoy the press and rub of bare, wet skin sliding together. The grip and squeeze makes him moan louder as he's pulled unresistingly onto his husband's lap. He wiggles again, in the semblance of making himself comfortable.

"Mm...maybe you should do something about that." He drops a kiss to Zichen's shoulder before giving a playful nibble.

He bites into his beloved's shoulder - what? he's being proactive! - marking him. The wound can be hidden under clothes easily enough, but his A-Yang will feel it. Zichen hisses and drags Xue Yang fully and unashamedly onto his lap. His hard cock will graze the other man's thighs for a few moments.

"The more you tease, the more I mark you as mine."

He shudders at the bite, a whine of want escaping. He laughs as he's pulled fully onto his husband's lap and getting to feel how hard he's made his Zichen. He wiggles unashamedly at that warning.

"Promise~?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before wiggling more, eyes bright and grinning and he leans in to nip playfully at shoulder and neck.

Yes, he has made him hard! And Zichen wants him to see to said hardness. It had been Xue Yang's idea to spar, hadn't it? The wiggling takes his breath away and he whimpers softly, his nails digging into his lover's lower back.

"You are willing to help me, A-Yang, aren't you?"

Zichen pulls one of his lover's hands to his lips, kissing his palm, eyes dark with want. Then he pushes it down to his hip.

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