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[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.]

[His tongue moves to taste him, enjoying the sweetness that is his beloved. It's the joy of even having a kiss that has his gem glow softly, shining a red light from where it's embedded into his hip. He's used to it by now, feeling that love, that joy from Sizhui and learning that their bond allows them to feel more into the other. He shifts further into Sizhui's hold, encircling his free arm around his waist]

[a soft little gasp passes between them, something that's warm and delighted, yet still somewhat dumbfounded just like every other time they kiss. whether it's soft and sweet or something more frenzied such as their current liplock, it never fails to amaze him either way. the faint glow from zhuque's gemstone doesn't go unnoticed, which can be assumed as he's enjoying it too, but they both also know the relationship they share.

although there's probably no possible way sizhui could hold his boyfriend any tighter, he tries, stretching both arms until he can hook his own elbows and they're chest-to-chest after zhuque circles his midsection. albeit reluctantly, he breaks their kiss, exhales a huff, upturns his half-lidded gaze then whisper-pleads,] May we please, please, please go back to our room?

Since you asked so sweetly.

[He hefts Sizhui as if he weighs nothing at all and strides toward their room. Oh how he loves the feeling of him in his arms. Being human...having this human love helps him understand why Fangyue did what she did, why Shouye did what he did. He would move heaven and earth for Sizhui, to protect him, to love him. He lays him out on their bed and buries his nose against his neck again.]

How is it you carry the scent of snow and blossoms at all times?

[if he could thank zhuque proper-like, he would, but sizhui can barely manage a quiet mn, then he's burying into the man's shoulder and falling silent, save for his occasional heavy breath.

clinging to him this way feels sort of silly, but he doesn't care anymore, far too engrossed with nuzzling his face into zhuque's neck at this point to honestly worry about much else; movement has registered, despite his not looking up once the whole time they're heading toward their bedroom and all sizhui's focused on is claiming his boyfriend by rubbing against whatever skin he can reach, only withdrawing when they've arrived at their destination so zhuque's able to do the same in return.

he adjusts his position, lowers and parts his legs to accommodate zhuque, left arm dropping for support while the other one stretches downward, fingertips ghosting along the length of zhuque's spine between his shoulderblades.] We could perhaps attribute it to my Gembond but... snow and blossoms, hah?

[He gives a bare shiver at how the cool hand moves along his spine.]

Snow. And blossoms.

[The heat of fire fills the room as his wings form and stretch out, allowing him to loom over Sizhui]

[his fingers continue dragging, all the way up to the spot just below zhuque's nape where they hesitate, tapping an irregular beat. there's no real way to smell like snow (that he knows of), but there could be some way for the latter scent. it's not nearly as magnificent as zhuque's wings, which never cease to amaze him every single time they make an appearance, though it is still something.

that sudden warmth and those appendages materializing leave him stunned for a moment, wide-eyed, open-mouthed and clenching the arm he has around zhuque's shoulders, fingernails grazing whenever his hand curls. he finally exhales a breath he'd been holding then draws himself closer, his gemstone gleaming while he nudges their foreheads together. tiny vines begin winding through parts of his hair, little white flowers bursting forth shortly afterward, dotting over the sides of his head above his ears and along the back in a crown-shaped pattern; they're similar to plum blossoms but smell more reminiscent of jasmine flowers: sweet and floral top notes, yet with a subtle woody musk underneath.]

Like these? [he asks, tilting so their mouths brush as he does.]

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