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[exactly why he'd said what he did, but zhuque needn't ever worry about sizhui's happiness whenever he's around; it's clear he is always delighted in the company of his lover.]

I don't know. Hmmm, [a beat then,] do I look frightening to you?

[he tilts his head questioningly, grinning wider, which clearly reveals how much sharper his canine teeth are. one arm lowers to stabilize himself as he's leaned on the counter, the other dragging along zhuque's throat, long fingernails ghosting over to the curve where his neck meets his shoulder.] You're welcome and you deserve it, chong'er.

[The skin beneath his long nails raises up in gooseflesh and Zhuque doesn't stop the shiver that goes through him]

What does that one mean?

[He sets everything else down around Sizhui and leans to nuzzle his face against the pale column of his neck]

[those tiny bumps underneath his claws have him chuckling softly, his first and second digits angling just right so he can drift the fingertips over zhuque's throat again, lingering right beneath pulsepoint.]

Darrrling, [comes long-drawn-out and emphasized by a quiet huff at the end, then sizhui tilts, nudges gently against zhuque, drops a kiss against his cheek and reaches with his other hand to tousle zhuque's hair.] Ah, ah, are you going to have me on the counter again? [not that he minds, per se, he'd just hate to ruin the food they could enjoy afterward.]

[He places gentle kisses along his neck]

Would you prefer against the wall again or on the floor?

[He's teasing. Mostly. Maybe not.]

[sizhui hums contently, tips his head somewhat so zhuque can have better access to his neck, another faint smirk quirking his lips at the edges, even though his remark is tinged with a feigned sulky tone.] The wall and tiled flooring here would be cold, I think...

But rugburn might not be so bad. [is he joking, however? who knows! it's fun to reciprocate playful provocation though.]

I can certainly keep you warm against the tiles and walls.

[It's a promise as he continues to kiss along his neck, nuzzling under the neckline of the sweater for a moment]

Hungry?

I don't doubt that whatsoever. You're always keeping me warm, my love.

[he huffs another sigh, drifts his fingers through zhuque's hair again then squirms once the other man moves underneath his sweatshirt, cheeks faintly flushed] Yes... but if you keep doing that, it won't be for food.

[That's all the more reason to keep doing that. He presses more warming kisses against his skin and brushes his nose along the slope of his shoulder.]

[he's so rude, although there isn't much complaining on lan sizhui's end. instead, he shifts, flattens his wolf ears against the top of his head and leans to kiss zhuque's earlobe.] Are you not? [another kiss, against the shell this time, then his head props against zhuque's.]

Don't tell me I'm expected to eat everything myself.

[He's the worst. He's becoming more and more human by the day, despite the tail that swishes behind him. The kiss to his ear has him shivering a little as his skin raises in gooseflesh]

Oh I'd like to devour something sweet. You've inspired such a craving in me ever since we've met.

[maybe not the worst, but he has definitely learned the ways of humanized living, especially when it comes to how he can get a rise out of sizhui with so little effort. there's a soft, amused giggle and he shakes his head, careful to avoid knocking them together.]

You're incorrigible, insatiable— [a moment's hesitation, his head dipping and the points of his teeth scraping zhuque's neck.] But perhaps I'm the fiend for encouraging you.

Mmm, truly a youkai to contend with.

[he pulls back from where he was kissing his lover then bends to give the other side his attention as his hands caress at Sizhui's side, staying over the sweater]

A youkai, huh? [even funnier, once he realizes, is that he's a canine monster of all things.

sizhui's half-lidded gaze upturns when zhuque withdraws, eyebrows lifting curiously, his head tipping sideways after zhuque moves to the opposite part of his neck. the hand he's using to caress zhuque's hair lowers, finds his partner's hand on that side and interlocks their fingers in an attempt at redirecting his attention to something that's not zhuque feeling him up.] As much as I don't want you to stop, I think we should... for now.

[because though he's intent on letting them get out of hand eventually, he doesn't want zhuque distracted from his earlier questions by his wily, wolfish demeanor.]

[He pins their laced hands on the countertop and continues kissing him softly across the sensitive skin]

Should we?

[his gasp comes sharply once their hands are pinned, followed shortly after by a breathy, somewhat shaking sigh and:] Y-Yes, we should. [sizhui squeezes his fingers around zhuque's for emphasis then inquires,]

Unless you would rather we wait to answer questions?

[Can't talk, busy kissing sweet and open mouthed kisses along his neck. He takes a moment to consider it then sucks a bruising mark just below the neckline of his sweater.]

[alright, fine, two can play at this game! sizhui inhales, slow and measured, attempting to mostly fight back the groan creeping up, but it slips out anyway whenever zhuque begins giving him a hickey just underneath his collarbone.] Zhuque...! [it's almost half-hissed, despite how sizhui's next motion completely counteracts his quiet plea.

he adjusts his legs, shifts so they're still hooked over zhuque's hips, yet now he can plant his feet, scooch closer down to the counter's edge and thrust against him, brow furrowed more with concentration than any actual irritation.]

[He answers the thrust with a deep groan that's muffled against him. He moves and creates a bigger bruise, sinking his teeth in just a little bit for a sting against him]

[if sizhui had been given the chance to feel smug about that noise, he would've smirked, maybe even done it again for good measure— but zhuque's teeth bite more firmly, earning a high-pitched yelp from the abruptly sharp sensation.

he writhes again, grips zhuque's fingers with a strength that seems impossible for how much smaller his hand is, eyelashes fluttering.] Ah-hah . . .

[He did say he was craving something sweet, right? Zhuque kisses and licks the marks gently as if offering them in apology. He's always amazed at how strong his onmyoji is...his cultivator. Perhaps a sign of his upbringing?]

[true, but does that include blood too? despite the somewhat painful sting, sizhui hmmms quietly in satisfaction, injury soothed by sweet kisses and the warmth of zhuque's tongue. he exhales a slow, steady breath, loosens his hold, leans and nuzzles his face in zhuque's hair, appreciative.

it's both part of his raising and the emerald gembonded powers, the latter being more the reason why he doesn't clench any tighter.]

[He slides his hand under the sweater and along his back, warming his hand up against the cool skin. Zhuque is busy worrying more and more bruises into his skin below the collar line.]

[wearing nothing else underneath his sweater probably wasn't the best idea today, just because it makes it far more difficult to ignore when zhuque's hand drifts beneath the fabric and begins heating his chilled skin. that makes goosebumps prickle wherever zhuque touches, which then have him shivering in turn, his teeth instinctively chattering too.

he shakes his head, moves his free hand to grope about until he can find zhuque's chin then attempts tilting his face upward so he can look at him.] Zhuque... you better come up here and kiss me properly.

As my danna commands.

[There's a slight grin to his lips then he captures his lover's mouth in a kiss, pressing firmly to show his passion and love for him. He licks along his plush lips. Somehow, Sizhui always tastes like the sweetest things no matter what he's had for the day.]

Ah, you—! [but he comes up short at the sight of zhuque's smile, left momentarily openmouthed and blinking with stupefaction.

zhuque looks so wonderful like this, far opposite from the first time they'd met when he had been frenziedly searching for a way back home; to think, he's here now, so happy and in love, all because they had bumped into one another and then proceeded to flee the madness, thanks to zhuque's convenient flying abilities.

everything's so perfect, honestly, what more could there be? the thought warms sizhui inside and out, emboldening him to finally come back into the moment, both arms encircling zhuque's shoulders and tugging them ever closer while he reciprocates the kiss, lips parting without even an ounce of hesitation so he can meet the other man's tongue with his own as zhuque licks his mouth. (maybe it's because there's so much sweetness between them, it's almost saccharine?) it doesn't matter, regardless, since sizhui's not entirely focused on what makes him sweet now that they're sharing a genuine kiss.]

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