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by the way
it was washing dishes if we didn't finish
you're welcome

Washing dishes? Really? [what a lame punishment—] I suppose there probably would've been a lot of them after all that.

Thank you, regardless. I'm glad you didn't get in trouble.

i think we'd still be in there if we didn't finish

[s i g h]

You truly don't believe I would have finished my food, do you?

didn't say that

Then why else do you think we wouldn't have finished?

we were both eating
even i'm not a bottomless pit

No, but I can be.

I expend a lot of energy with the things I do, so I'm able to consume more than some people, though I also have the ability to go long periods without any sustenance at all.

and here i went, eating the lion's share

Hey, I told you I could eat more! You can't be fooled just because I look small.

looks don't have anything to do with it

Then what does?

speed

Being the quickest eater is what matters?

[if he's understanding correctly, that is.]

gotta trick yourself to thinking you still have space in there

Oh! Well, that's not entirely wrong? Most times, you're supposed to let your food settle before deciding if you're still hungry, but if you just go for it, well...

Sizhui, Please meet me somewhere, I have a gift for you and would love to check in on you if we can. I hope you are doing well.

Hello, Jin-zongzhu! It's nice to hear from you and I hope you're also doing well. You said you have a gift for me...? [awww, that's so kind. he feels a little sheepish but.]

Do you know where the Cloud Dwelling Garden is?

I do. [It was something he had noticed was missing from the moment he saw Lan Sizhui again.]

Did you wish to meet at the entrance? I can grab some snacks and food on the way and perhaps we can have a picnic and chat.

[sizhui could probably hazard a guess, considering they had talked about it, but where's the fun in that? letting the anticipation grow is better, the little spark of excitement slowly but surely being fanned into a full-on flame by the time they meet up.

still, he does say,] Thank you, [then he bobs his head in an agreeing motion, remembering a couple seconds later that jin guangyao cannot see.] Yes, that sounds wonderful!

I shall meet you there shortly.

[when lan sizhui comes to chickadee's, it's usually nearer to the afternoon or perhaps early evening; he's well-aware how the scene changes later into the night and, while he isn't nervous, per se, he does know that things can become more questionable during those times.

however, he's been doing his best to branch out despite this, welcoming somewhat darker themes into his life, even if it means being wary of doing so at first. as it stands with the arcade, it seems like one of the safer venues when compared to places like the smoked egg and naked yolk or house finch, with less chance of happening across couples engaged in far kinkier scenarios than one might expect to see.

he can also distract himself with the games, which is currently what he's deciding on, trying to choose between a rhythm game with handheld controllers and bright, flashing lights or a racing game with twin mechanical motorcycles that he assumes are meant to be sat on and ridden like one would do with an actual bike.

with really no other choice – unless he wants to have his watch randomize something – he turns to the nearest person that happens by then,] Excuse me, [he starts, hoping to get the man's attention and as long as he does, he asks,] Which of these do you think is better? I haven't tried either of them yet and I'm curious about both, but I don't know where I should start.

[ one thing remains constant with arcades: you can have fun alone, but it's always better with someone else. ]

[ something of a loner at heart throughout the too-long days of his youth, Getou endeavors stubbornly to do the first, selfishly hogging and wearing himself somewhat thin on DDR — one of many games from his home world with which he's familiar. there are several of the machines, and he knows the music on one from long hours after school and training, his body able to find the rhythm and steps with ease after years of beating martial arts into his body, and that becomes self-evident in the way he moves. he accrues a crowd eventually, but it doesn't last long; he still has the self-control to shirk acclaim. ]

[ not really the type of company he's looking for. ]

[ in need of electrolytes and hydration, he makes his first mistake of many he will that evening: buying a sports drink from the concessions and guzzling it down. a freshening up in the bathroom to rinse the sweat off of his neck and tie his sweater around his waist, he reemerges in a clingy t-shirt looking for something else to appease the boredom and finds himself being enticed by... soft features, full cheeks, small. pretty mouth. it takes him a moment to track round, dark eyes to the gestured offerings over his shoulder and back again with slow assessment. ]

You've never played this one? [ he votes immediately, confidently. definitely no ulterior motive. a payment scanner is between the two bikes, and Getou climbs atop one, a long leg swinging over the bike, straddling it in powerful thighs. he's big enough that it looks a little... comical. his wrist, however, slides across the mount between, registering a purchase for two riders. ]

C'mon, my treat.

[funnily enough, the dancing game that getou was doing so well at is one sizhui's quite familiar with, and for some of the same reasons, even; if given a choice between it and something else, he would choose it in a heartbeat, no questions asked, all too happy to test his skills atop the dance pad.

except the whole reason he's here tonight is branching out and playing something he isn't familiar with, thus an entirely different movement game and the odd motorbikes, the former of which might also remind him a little of martial arts, too.

should a time come where he could have a chance to watch getou on ddr (or maybe go against him?), though, he will seize that without hesitation as well. as it stands currently, after he takes a moment to realize that sizhui's asking him for his opinion, getou seems to make a decision. his eyebrows lift in astonishment when the other male scans his watch for the cycles, he opens his mouth like he might protest, huffs a laugh – hey, at least it wasn't at how getou looks? – then sets the controllers aside, moving to climb on the bike across from him.]

Well, if you insist!

[being a bit smaller in stature, it's easier for him to fix himself onto the seat, initially situating like he's about to ride a horse, but adjusting once it dawns on him he'll have to hold the handlebars.] Ah... hm. Do forgive me if I look foolish. [another breath, this one more exasperated-sounding, but with no actual heat behind it.] I must ask, is this anything like riding an actual motorbike?

You don't, [ look foolish, that is — a counterpoint he offers with a boyish grin, ever so tinged with a playful mischief. Lan Sizhui's smaller frame suits the thing more, where Getou's feet find the floor instead of the pegs. the question, though, hmm... he puts on airs of pondering it as he sifts through different race tracks. they seem to have landed on one that he doesn't personally recognize, the backdrops all looking wild and fantastical: a path of woven jungle vines, an opalescent rainbow bridge in the stars, a complex glass corridor of tunnels far beneath the sea with oceanlife passing by overhead. ]

To be honest, I've never ridden a motorbike... but I've ridden a dragon? [ this can't be the more relatable experience, can it...? ] It's slower and less reactive than all that, but the parts you should familiarize yourself with are the short-cuts and the items you can collect.

[ there's some information in the pause screen. Getou leans his bike as far as it will go in Lan Sizhui's direction just so he can reach the controls near the handlebars; suntanned, broad and callused fingers slide over delicate, pale ones and the heat of his palm settles as he fingers through the screens on the other man's display. ]

Aaaand... here we are. Let me know when you're ready and I'll start. [ and he pulls away to sit up straight, landing on a desert-themed track that's more legible and easier for a beginner, boasting a purple and pink sky. romantic. the display of items meant to make the game more interesting is standard: landmines to lay on the track, target missiles, a potion with 10 seconds of invisibility and the like. even a beginner can win, with a little luck. ]

[that remark has him perking, smiling in return to getou's grin, his gaze briefly downcasting when he feels the tips of his ears flushing. he clears his throat, says,] Thank you. [then upturns afterward, feeling a little more emboldened as he watches the screens change between scenery. there are tons to choose from, all of which catch sizhui's eye, but the one with the glass tunnels and the sealife floating above them especially.

a bit disheartening to hear he won't have an exact idea to go off of, yet the mention of dragon-riding definitely catches his attention.] A dragon, ah? I transform into one of those and have been carried by one, but never ridden. I'm sure that was an experience! [a good one, he assumes, anyway! and yes, he's just casually saying that whole transformation thing out loud, no big deal, immediately focused on what getou's telling him instead.] Shortcuts and items. [has he played a game like that before? something handheld, maybe, nothing at all like this—

his train of thought derails there when getou's hand comes down on his own, doe-like eyes blinking a couple of times, his throat working with some effort around the sudden lump that's trying to suffocate him. it's just a hand, it's just a hand.

the pretty desert spread settles on the screen and sizhui directs toward it, squeezing his fingers underneath getou's around the handlebar, the softest breath passing his lips once getou withdraws, something he hopes is stabilizing and might draw attention away from the fact he's blushing harder. he examines the items, committing to memory what each of them means, features creased in thought while he does. a minute or two later, he pipes up,] Okay, I think I understand how things work, though I suppose the only real way to find out is by playing. [a fleeting sideways look at getou to signal he's otherwise ready then he faces forward again, as prepared as he'll ever be.]

[ transform into... ]

[ that's a thread he'll have to follow when his priorities aren't so forcefully rearranged. instead, he waits patiently, watching the shifting colors play across that pale, concentrating profile, wondering if the sky really is reflecting that much pink — for as long as it lasts. until he finds his gaze drifting down the pronounced lines of his throat, the dark cascade of long hair, the slender bones of his wrists. there's a reverberating ache in his own body he only vaguely recognizes and doesn't give much effort to understanding. ]

[ Lan Sizhui looks enthusiastic about his prospects with the game, while Getou isn't so sure. ]

Hm... [ he contemplates, tipping his head as he looks back at him. his hand hovers over the start button, tongue taking a swipe at the seam of his lips. ] Well... if you'd prefer, I can give you a more hands-on demonstration.

[ what exactly that means, he leaves to Lan Sizhui's imagination — but for the directing gaze he pins to the motorbike's seat just behind where he's straddled, and then back up to dark eyes. there's a touch of smug suggestion with it, but more than that, the heat that begs for shoulderblades against his own chest. he's been received well so far, but the question of further proximity he leaves in the other man's hands. ]

[probably for the best, that. it would lead to a long-drawn-out conversation about world-hopping and gaining new abilities, et cetera and so on.

sizhui's experiencing a sensation of his own; it's the feeling of being watched. he doesn't acknowledge it right away, keeping his focus on running through each thing he'd been told over and over again, searing it into his thoughts. they do drift, however, considering why getou's staring at him, wondering what it is he's aiming for, but it dawns on him pretty quickly when getou mentions a ‘hands-on demonstration’.

he honestly felt rather confident in his understanding of the explanation, too!

after a blink or two, he slowly but surely turns toward getou again, eyebrows initially raising with intrigue at the sight of him licking his lips, though they arch higher and his eyes widen once he downcasts further. hands-on. ah, of course, it actually does make more sense when he stops and thinks about it.

not only does this allow getou to teach him better, it offers closeness, warmth, the press of another body against his own. he sits upright on the motorcycle, both hands resting on his thighs, his head faintly tilted sideways in contemplation. a beat, another, and he's borderlining on a third before he finally accepts.] Admittedly, that would be even easier than trying by myself. [he slides forward on the bike, a motion that's maybe slinkier than necessary, but it ought to convey his interest enough.] Come teach me, then.

[ not one to consider himself an open book, the direction and path his eyes takes as Lan Sizhui moves is nonetheless one easily mappable, head tilting like a fish hooked on wire as he notes the way the fabric bunches in the small of his back. he's decent enough to look guilty and then bashful when he meets his eyes again, laughing so quiet that it seems almost to himself, some private joke. the display in front of them is navigated to one player, and Getou stands to make good on it. ]

[ circling the back, one big palm with a furnace-warmth to it rests on a shoulder as if for balance as he swings his leg over. realistic enough to mimic a bike's suspension, the mock vehicle sinks down with his added weight; the waist in front of him feels small when he hooks both hands on it, rocking him back and melding them together into one warm seam with a sigh — like he was just dying to get up against him. a cool drink on a hot day. ]

Get comfortable. [ his voice has a huskiness to it that reflects the gone-taut reel of elasticity in his guts, that tightening in his belly. there's little mystery between them now: Getou's aphrodisiac-laced blood has gathered south, leaving him notably aroused where he's pressed into the very top of Sizhui's ass. if he's being impolite, he has no apologies at the ready, only moving his hands down the length of Sizui's arms to hold the handlebars with him, well-muscled arms embracing the outside of thinner ones. ]

[ difficult angle to see the cat-got-the-canary smile on his mouth when it hovers so near an ear: ]

Ready when you are.

[while getou has the decency to look sheepish, sizhui can't help the small smile that upticks his mouth at the corners, his own chest warming with delight. the only reason he turns is to watch the screen momentarily change, his heartbeat rapid-fire thudding against his ribs; it's dawning on him that this is going to happen and, whether they do end up just playing a game and going their separate ways or following it up with something else afterward, there's no denying the spark he can sense between them.

this is why he isn't at all surprised by his reaction to getou's hand coming down on his shoulder. initially, he tenses, breath caught in his chest, then he exhales with deliberation as the motorcycle shifts and adjusts beneath their weight, which is good because it means he has enough sense to catch his breath when getou clutches his waist and pulls him flush against his front. sizhui's back nestles neatly against the other man's chest, his legs press tighter against the machine, and he huffs another breath, something more akin to a groan that escapes him before he can think to stop.

oh, he's comfortable. more than that, really, considering how close they are now, and if he wasn't, getou would know. the easy way lan sizhui lets himself be rubbed up against, how he licks his lips, suddenly glad he's stayed forward-facing after getou joined him on the bike, that way his eyelashes fluttering is just as difficult to see, just like getou's smile. he can feel it, though— not like how he can feel the slow press of getou's hands moving down his arms to the handlebars, no, but it's a lingering sensation that almost tickles his ear, and that in turn makes him shiver slightly.

it isn't often he feels so small, mostly because he doesn't think himself as small as he looks, except being enclosed by getou's body and the machine, he feels absolutely elfin yet almost cramped in a hot, needy sort of way.]

Here we go. [then the game gets activated before they end up being side-tracked again.]

[ a cartoonish countdown adorned with flags flashes on the screen as a number of bike engines rev and smoke, the physical one beneath the two of them given a combustion's jostling and an ever so gentle steady rumble of life. Getou doesn't remember this much tactile detail from the games back home, but then — he's feeling a little extra-sensitive. maybe it's just been a while. maybe he's just hyper-aware of how it feels to have a firm body compressed between his legs; a more conservative dresser like him, but he knows a trained physique when he sees one. ]

Squeeze this for the gas— yeah, there you go. [ their hands move in tandem on the handlebar, pulling back the grip to give it gas, his heavily callused fingers overlapping Sizhui's. he isn't pale, making a smaller hand stand out that much more. the track unfolds as all the bikes race forward, harrowing in their first obstacle: ] Slow down on the curves, stay on the inside.

[ the bike tilts as it comes, pressing their thighs together on the outside; his hands rest there, but Sizhui does the steering. they aren't last, which is as best of a start as can be expected. ]

You're doing good. [ this gentle, coaxing voice of his is warm and calm, sits natural on his timbre, and has just enough whisper and closeness to an ear that it comes out a little... rich and mischievous, too. ] And you look good straddling something like this; I'm very grateful to have been given a better view.

[ maybe it's too soon to test his focus, but the urge to tease is relentless. ]

[sizhui watches the countdown with unwavering precision, his throat working with some effort when he feels the bike come to life in a way he's never experienced before either. he downcasts a look toward the machine, tilts his head left, rolls his lips together then restraightens, trying to ignore the pleasurable thrumming sensation between his thighs. is this what riding a motorcycle feels like? if so, he can understand the appeal in a not-so-wholesome manner, but once he gets a chance to ride an actual bike properly, this is sort of all he has to go on, and it feels nice, especially with someone ‘riding’ along.]

Gas, [and their hands move.] Slow down, stay inside, [which he does wherever is necessary and it isn't long before he's actually overtaking one of the cpu bikes. still not first, but a step closer the more he continues focusing, though it's becoming harder the longer they're pressed against each other.

he mmns softly in response, attention staying solely concentrated on the game, his heartbeat jackhammering as soon as getou leans into his ear. sizhui's breath hitches, it holds a couple of seconds, then he sighs, long-drawn-out and heavier than normal. they've come this far already, right? might as well shoot his shot.]

If you think I look good like this, imagine how I look when riding other things. [because where's the fun in being teased if he can't return the gesture? yes, he's got his eyes on the screen, but if getou moves just right, he could possibly see sizhui's amused little half-smirk.

he's well-aware how this game is played and he's learned a few new things here or there about playing it himself.]

[ and were their angles better, Sizhui might see that his own smirk tilts in the same crooked timing; Getou's amusement is a warm chuckle that blossoms from his chest, reverberation lost in the gentle sensation of the bike working. the jostling, shifting, and warm receptivity of both body and sporting conversation have worked him into a more pronounced erection that announces itself in a twitch against the small of the cultivator's back. Getou hums approvingly, ]

Shall I? [ and shifts. those big, warm hands smooth up Sizhui's arms, caressing sensation and warmth up his prone body. they move down, thumbs kneading either side of the dip of his spine and fingertips sifting the topography of chest, ribs, torso, hips. they settle there, pulling that slighter body back against his own, grinding his hard-on in the hot seam of their bodies as hot breath beats out against a pale stretch of nape. Getou finds his mouth lingering there, first in brief feathers of lips, of kisses. ]

You enjoy having something big and powerful, [ if any further indication of this is needed, it's there, in the slide of their pelvises, ] between your thighs?

[ down his hands continue on their journey, mapping out the places of which he speaks. a massaging grip closes in on the meat of sensitive inner thighs, pulling them open — suggestively, against his own, prone open atop the vibrating chassis and hooded "gas tank". very little of his attention remains on the video game, more beguiled by this one, the screen nothing but a blur of pixels beyond Lan Sizhui's lovely profile. ]

[surprisingly, he's doing a pretty great job at focusing on the game for the most part, but the more getou moves and touches, the harder it becomes, and especially with the bike surging beneath them. while it's tempting to abandon it altogether, sizhui feels like he ought to at least try and last longer than a couple of minutes with getou pressed up against him so firmly. he does, however, offer slight pushback, planting his feet a little better, and arching his back to grind more intently against getou's hard-on.

it's extra difficult when getou's hands begin massaging across his torso, coaxing him without words, causing him to falter slightly with the game; where there's a shortcut to take, he bypasses it instead, too distracted by roaming fingers. an actual groan escapes sizhui after getou finds his hips, grips and pulls, drawing him right back up against him again, breath warm against the back of his neck. he shivers, he can't help it, the sensations are all too much at once and it makes him tilt his chin toward his chest to offer getou more skin.

the insinuation isn't necessary since he understands where this is going by now, but it helps the anticipation linger and sizhui likes that the most. those dragging hands are certainly helping, coupled alongside the motorcycle, they're heightening already skyrocketed feelings of pleasure and encouraging the idea of forgoing their game. out of sheer reflex, he tenses his thighs, his knees attempt to push together, though to no avail, given what they're doing and how getou plies him further.

an actual whimper comes this time, his body squirms and he yanks his right hand off the handlebar, lowering it to grasp getou's wrist, not stopping what he's doing but holding on tight because it feels like he's about to crash— and not entirely in the sense of what might happen on-screen.] Yes, [he finally manages, even if all he can follow it up with afterward is,] I do.

[ temptation is a difficult battle for Getou Suguru. there's his own self-control, a discipline he's whipped and worked since childhood, a firmly held belief that temperance is important, moral, and the challenge worth pursuing. he goes to bed at a decent hour and gets up at another; he keeps up with his training and follows the rules and doesn't use his technique without proper approval; he keeps his desires in check, no matter how easy or difficult. — but then there are the times when indulgence creeps its way in, as it always must, and the battle is over before it began. he has a taste for fine dining, the best clothes, the strongest flavors that turn anything on his tongue hot and sweet. never mind those bottled-up hormones and the aphrodisiac getting to him, setting his skin alight — making Lan Sizhui's ass rocking back into him so plush and sweet that it fills the angel on his shoulder's mouth all full of cotton. ]

[ it's the dam break of his self-control that makes him want to fist up that long hair and fuck him into the gas tank right here and right now. ]

You're very cute.

[ his discipline, and maybe sadism, is what slows him. he liked playing with his food at the best of times. the hand on his own makes him smirk — not stopping him, but marking his unraveling. Getou wants to see more of it. his hips press back, scooting forward on the seat — and it pushes Sizhui's groin more into the gas tank between his legs, the heavy stripe of Getou's chest against his back keeping him pressed into that vibration, from the root of the berries to the tip of the tree. ]

Concentrate, [ he reminds, his own hand ever so gently guiding his back to the handlebars. he checks back in, taking over some control as he tilts the wheel into an item: an ice block that will make the entire path behind him slick, spinning out anyone who crosses it. a few fingers guide him to the button to activate it, while his other hand slips down between his hips, pressing on on his pubic mound, as sinfully low as he can get. ]

Squeeze whenever you're ready.

[strangely (or maybe not so much?), sizhui and getou have lived somewhat similar lives; self-control, discipline, rule-following, and training are all things sizhui's rigorously been taught and he'd never once wavered— at least not until arriving on noctium. intimacy had sort of been another thing drilled into him by that point because it was either producing the energy the planet needs or become a gemstone statue for the rest of your life, which he imagines wouldn't have been anyone's actual choice. regulating himself, sexual activities included, became harder in that situation, to the point he eventually did give in, and once he had, it was like a thirst that couldn't be quenched. it's better now, he would like to think, but then there are people like getou who come along and prove him wrong with such a simple gesture.

—okay, perhaps less simple by this point, but the fact remains: it didn't take much to get him to bend.

any other day, sizhui might say ‘thank you,’ but for whatever reason, that just doesn't seem right in this moment. instead, he makes a soft whine in the back of his throat, somehow managing to regain some semblance of self-control so he doesn't immediately try writhing back against getou again. not that it matters when the larger male has no qualms about making it all the more difficult for sizhui's concentration. how is he supposed to do that when he's now distracted by the vibrating up against his groin?

how? he swallows thickly, snaps his attention toward their hands, watching as he's guided back to the handlebars and getou briefly leads them, giving him that fleeting moment to catch his breath, which he holds long enough to maintain that getou's helping show him where the button is for the item they've just collected, and it's gone as quickly as it'd come once that other hand reaches down between his legs. oh, there's just no way he'll be able to continue like this . . . well. unless?]

Wh-What do I get if— if we win? [something else to concentrate on, as it were; a goal to work toward.]

[ the shivery quality of those words douses gasoline on the firepit in his belly, but it's his whine that's really rattling around in his head, the honey all over the sticky bait trap. it's irresistible — the perfect, pale column of Sizhui's neck. there's very little warning when Getou's other arm wraps around a more slender torso and holds him captively still as his jaw tilts... and his teeth sink. ]

[ the lovebite doesn't break skin, but it's enough to jolt and smart, his lips closing on that fluttering pulse, the lash of tongue and suck enough to leave the skin flushed, hot, chilled, smarting, and sweet. another: softer, suckling the delicate patch of skin just behind his ear. ]

Too uncreative to say "anything your mind can conjure", isn't it? [ this intimate, smoky voice right up against his ear is almost overwhelmed by the trilling, musical white noise all around them, a secret just for Sizhui. and he very much does wonder what this mind could conjure as his lips and teeth graze across the edge of his ear. ] Let's see... at third, we'll move on to another game and resume your torment.

[ this, apparently. this is "torment", the way his hand is oh so gently kneading so low on Sizhui's belly that if it were against skin his fingertips would be fondling black curls. ] Or maybe begin mine. In second place, we'll find something more private.

If you finish in first, [ and his mouth is a smile against Sizhui's neck, because he himself is already laughing at his own words: ] I'll finish in you.

[ and maybe that's the riskiest option. a hedonistic, primal part of him has always taken what it wants when it wants it; giving that animal even a yellow flag is precarious. it's meant to be shrugged off as a titillating joke anyway. ]

[just when sizhui believes things can't get worse (see also: better), that arm latches around him, effectively keeping him further in place, really securing the fact he can't go anywhere and can't do much else except squirm and whimper unless he puts some actual fight into his actions, which isn't what he wants at all. especially not when those teeth find his neck, bite down and—

his body starts at the pleasurable sensation it sends zippering up his spine, his hands grip harder and, even though it makes it somewhat difficult to see as well, he tilts, allowing getou more room, another shiver running through him after he's moved to the spot behind his ear instead; it's a sensitive spot regardless, but depending on the side, getou will feel him tense harder if it's the left, as that's where his suit mark is located and he's been trying so hard to keep it hidden and in check, it's almost embarrassing how easily the gentler gesture makes him whimper a second time.]

A little, perhaps... [not a complaint, however, considering there are many things his mind could conjure up for this scenario. mostly, his mind wanders to the idea of getou actually fucking him on the bike, whether in the position they currently are or something different, that's what he's focused on with the other man mercilessly teasing his ear and groping him so freely. gods, he could probably get off just like this, sandwiched between getou's body and the bike, but. but. he greedily wants so much more.

third place is tempting, as is second, thinking about where they could go that might be more private, but it's first place that truly has him perking, his eyes instantly all the way open. he can feel that smile, the amusement in getou's words and while he may think it a joke, sizhui's taking it as a challenge.]

Finish in me, huh? [his voice is still soft, but it's firmer now, filled with determination.] Is that a promise?

[because if so, it's time to get serious here; he's already nearing third place, a spot he can easily overtake, and when he does, his hand shifts, his finger presses down on the button and he activates the ice-block they'd collected moments ago, picking up speed along the way.]

( one random afternoon, sizhui will get a picture. )

do you want this thing

[oh zoro, you have no idea how excited he is right now.]

You don't want it?

( he had a feeling )

why the hell would i

[of course he does.]

Because it's cute. ( ◕▿◕ )

( hold on )

what is that

[oh, here we go—]

What is what? ‘Cute’? Or do you mean the little face with its huge eyes?

( briefly contemplates murder. but, )

that's a face??

[wow??? he's never done anything wrong in his life!]

It is. Imagine it like this: 🥺 except it's happy instead!

( sizhui is fucking with him )

you're fucking with me

[this is the best day of this life]

I'm not! (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

what the fuck
that's not a thing

[sorry, zoro, enjoy the emoji curse.]

😢😭😭😭

( he doesn't answer for a long time. then, )

how the hell are you doing that

[which worries sizhui initially. did he go too far? was that annoying? (probably, yes, but.) at least he gets an answer a bit later and he can relax again.]

I could teach you if you like?

( in all fairness, zoro thinks everything is annoying. one of these days he'll get used to zoro's silences and that they don't really mean anything. )

ok
i need to give you this stupid thing too

[of course he does, that shouldn't be all that surprising, and yet— but it's fine, sizhui will eventually learn.]

My room or yours? And be nice to the little octopus!

( does he want to see zoro at all today? don't ever ask for him to go somewhere unsupervised. )

come here or i'm throwing it out in the hallway

[you know what? touché.] Ah, ah, no need for that! I'll be good and come to you. [and zoro's more than welcome to take that however he likes.

fortunately, they aren't too far away from each other, and it doesn't take sizhui long to get dressed and make his way to zoro's room, a little extra pep in his step in case he does decide to toss the stuffed octopus out into the hall where any random person might come and pick it up.

luckily, once he arrives and gets a brief look around, it seems fine, yet he rushes up to the door anyhow, rapidly knocking his knuckles against it.]

Hello, I'm here! [and no, he won't embarrass zoro by mentioning the toy because this is one of those moments where he'd be a little shit and make it sound like something it definitely isn't.]

it's eunhyuk. i found some seeds you might like.

Hello there, Eunhyuk! Did you now?

What sort of seeds did you find?

if i recognise them right, they're for carrots. they should take about two months to grow.

want me to bring them over?

Carrots! Those are some of my favorite and I don't have them yet. [two months... not with sizhui's fancy plant powers, they won't.]

Yes, please, I would like that.

i'm glad to contribute, then. especially in exchange for the rice.

where can i find you?

Thank you, I appreciate it. Speaking of which, the rice is coming along nicely.

I'm currently in my room, but I could meet you somewhere if you like?

which would be more convenient for you? i've made some miso soup i could bring along to share.

[ he's gotten in the habit of cooking for two, but with eunyu gone— well. food shouldn't go to waste. ]

Well, if you're bringing soup, perhaps we should meet in my room? That way we could either have some right away or store it for later.

[oh no, eunyu... yes, it makes sense that eunhyuk would want to share, especially in that sense.]

I hope you are doing well, young master Sizhui.

It has been some time, and I hope you are faring well. I have heard from Gaungyao that we may be setting up a time to catch up and perhaps share a meal.

Hello, Chifeng-zun! I'm doing well and I hope that you are doing the same.

That's correct. I wasn't exactly sure on a time, but any day works for me, really. I don't have anything keeping me busy during the evenings. [or anyone, for that matter.]

Very well then. It is decided.
Guangyao was thinking perhaps something within the gardens—a "picnic," he called it. However, I have no idea how we're going to obtain food to bring, as neither of our rooms has kitchens.

Perhaps we will grab some food from one of the smaller dining areas and bring it with us.

[Planning the semantics of these sorts of gatherings always feels meticulous. Regardless, at least as a sect leader, he was used to it.]

Perfect!

A picnic would be wonderful. I could bring along my rabbit so she can get some exercise while we are eating. As for obtaining food, we could get food from the dining areas or restaurants, yes, but I have a kitchen and I offer it for use.

Jin Guangyao mentioned us perhaps using it to make some things, if the both of you are up for it?

[this way, they can maybe have some things they all enjoy and they'll have the satisfaction of knowing exactly what they're having without needing to worry about what might have been slipped into something they bought.]

[Most certainly a valid worry when concerning the hotel; Mingjue couldn't imagine ever being able to face Xichen ever again should something make its way into a meal during a quaint little outing with his sworn brothers' nephew!]

That sounds doable. I am aware that The Red Cardinal's food is safe, at least. Although I have mostly been relying on them, I am not sure which, if any, of the food market stalls may have untainted resources. It seems we'll have to be careful.

[Damn this horny and degenerate place, you can't even have a wholesome picnic without worry, it seems.]

You have a rabbit? Is it one of the giant ones from the conservatory?

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[fortunately, it's as mingjue said: the red cardinal's food doesn't have aphrodisiacs for them to worry about, so that's definitely an option alongside them cooking stuff for themselves.]

I know some of the food stalls do have tainted food, as I've experienced it myself, but I cannot say if it's all of them or not, either. Thus, why I offer my kitchen! Making our own food means we'll know exactly what goes into it and we needn't worry about the possibility of being drugged.

[regardless of what food they get, they'll make it work, as long as they know that they've gotten things from the safe places.]

I do! And yes, she is. She's a black rabbit with white spots around her eyes and a long white streak down her back to her tail.

That is highly respectable of you to offer your facilities in such a way, shizi. But even then, there is uncertainty about whether base ingredients within this realm have some effect or have been altered to fit the hotels' requests. It is not that I am so cautious to say we do not enjoy food together; it is just that I wish for use to keep aware.

[Although there was something quite endearing about Sizhui so eagerly wanting them to come over to prepare food for the gathering with him.]

I have seen the rabbits several times. Guangyao has taken to naming one of them after me for some silly reason.

Anyway, shall I head out to gather some food and ingredients? Would you like Guangyao and I to meet in front of your room when it is most convenient for you?

[He was always a man more of action than of words, after all, and he was ready to get this thing started and come over to see the little Lan once more!]

Oh, I have a solution for that, too! My garden grows lots of fruits and vegetables and I know those aren't tainted with anything since I've been using my own hands to grow them. We shouldn't have to worry about those, although I know we won't want just want them.

[he imagines someone like nie mingjue would want some meat alongside the produce, which he doesn't consume most times, but he doesn't mind making it for them if it's something jin guangyao may want as well.]

I hope it's the largest one that he's named after you or else that's wasted potential.

Yes, that sounds like a good plan! I'll make sure to have my room cleaned up and ready to go for your arrival. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

[clearly sizhui's excited, conveyed through his text and the silly emoji he's using.]

[Well, that certainly piqued Mingjue's interest.]

You have a full garden?
Not just a few plants?
Where have you found the space or land?
Was it offered to you via The House?

[You should let him garden with you.]

As for the rabbit, he claims it is. But I have yet to meet the rabbit myself to know.

I do! I was allowed to take a plot within the conservatory. I'm currently growing carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers, and watermelon, strawberries, apples, and bananas.

I suppose you could say it was offered, yes.

[please, he would happily welcome the help! many hands make light work, after all.]

We will have to make him show us which rabbit, that way we can decide for ourselves.

Huh. That is quite the selection. I suppose those in higher suites do get nicer things. I never even knew that was a thing that could be attained here.

If you don't mind, I would like to see your garden someday.

[And help.]

Perhaps we will picnic in the conservatory then. That way, he will have to show us which rabbit it is.

I want to add more, but I'm already managing this bunch of things plus some rice plants, so I don't want to overload myself. The House seems rather lenient when it comes to this sort of thing.

No, I don't mind at all!

[and he won't mind the help, either.]

That sounds like a great idea! And it's definitely the easiest way for that to happen, too.

Is that so?
Was there a place you applied to attain such land?
Or did you claim it for yourself?

[Not asking so he can hopefully procure his garden. No sir.]

I am glad we have settled regarding the location and food. Since you are moderately free, I will grab the supplies and Guangyao before I come over.
Which floor is your apartment on?

I claimed it for myself. Nobody seemed to mind, so I've been taking care of it ever since.

[totally not. (but for real, get you that garden, mingjue!)]

Sounds like a plan to me! I'm on the ninth floor, I hope it won't be too out of the way for you both. [to be fair, the elevators help, so hopefully they will use those rather than going up nine flights of stairs.]

I see; it's that easy, is it? And no one seems to heed you claiming the land for yourself?

[Or at least, there seemed not to be any repercussion for Sizhue doing such a thing. Hmmm...]

The ninth floor is it? You truly are getting to have quite a nice lifestyle here. I'm glad. Guangyao and I will be right up then.

So it would seem! I've not had anyone complain to me or try to stop me from doing what I like.

[nobody seems to mind and hey, he can share the wealth with other people, which he imagines is good for others.]

Yes... I never thought I'd be living in such a place but it's definitely been helpful and comfortable. I'll see both of you shortly!

[Hyunsu is having A Day. Or well actually he's been having A Few Days and the resort's tattoo has finally prevailed in knocking his softer side out for awhile. Not ideal, but his darker side feels better equipped to deal with all this.

Although the strings are a bit of conundrum, if he's honest. Really odd thing to wake up to. But since he has nothing better to do he finds himself wandering the halls following one of the red strings. Eventually he ends up near the gym area. Definitely a change from the arcade that Hyunsu usually hides out in.

He wanders into the gym with an easy sort of confidence that is very different from Hyunsu's normal body language as he continues to follow the string, until finally he spots Sizhui. He tilts his head, curious. He recognizes him from when Hyunsu--the softer, kinder Hyunsu--spoke to him upon his arrival. He was embarrassed, and honestly, seemed pretty soft himself. And yet, here he is practicing fighting moves.

Hyunsu approaches him slowly, his head cocked slightly in curiosity and his eyes faintly glowing an eerie blue.]

Hoh. This is interesting. You fight?

[the strings aren't something that sizhui's been paying much attention to. he spares them glances here or there but otherwise? they go mostly ignored and he focuses his attention on more important things, like making sure he's keeping up with his training.

it wouldn't do for him to end up even softer, after all.

he's currently wielding a wooden sword that he's swinging from right to left, striking one of the dummies that he has set up right across the torso from shoulder to hip; a perfect slice if it'd been with an actual weapon. instead, there's an obvious scraping noise of wood hitting the fabric-covered surface, signaling the connection and prompting sizhui to step back and strike again, this time with a stabbing motion that's aimed right where the ribs would be.

the cultivator senses hyunsu's presence before he hears him and he's already turning to face the other male, a smile curving his mouth initially, although he softens at the sight of those wild blue eyes. definitely not something he's used to seeing on his friend, but maybe there's an explanation! like those... what are they called? contact lenses?

still, it makes no sense why hyunsu would be wearing such things unless he needs them to enhance his eyesight for whatever reason, which would make sense but doesn't explain why he'd choose such a color. hmmm.]

I do! It's all part of my cultivator training.

[He cocks his head, keeping his eyes on Sizhui and kind of...circling him...in a way that is not at all strange or suspicious (it is, in fact, very strange and very suspicious).]

Am I supposed to know what that is?

[It's actually an honest question. This side of Hyunsu hasn't been conscious here for long and his mind is still catching up. He can't remember everything the other side of him has spoken to people about. However, the way he asks the question is 100% ruder than necessary.]

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[to be fair, it's strange enough that sizhui notices, but he doesn't call it out or anything. instead, he just keeps his attention on hyunsu, his own head tilting in curiosity and a small chuckle escaping him following that remark.]

No, I suppose not. Cultivation is the practice of martial and mystical arts to improve longevity and become powerful.

[hopefully that's enough to explain it. sure, he could elaborate further, though he figures it's easier just to use the simplest form of wording rather than go into full-on explanations about qi and how it flows through everything and how he's able to control it.]

["Martial and mystical arts" sound boring, frankly, and if Sizhui had gone into detail there is a very real chance Hyunsu would not have listened. However he does perk up at the word "powerful."

One corner of his mouth quirks upward, his head tilting slightly.]

Really? How powerful?

[the most surprising thing is seeing hyunsu smile, no matter how small a gesture it is. it's not his first time witnessing it, he's seen his friend happy a time or two before, but it's still astonishing when it happens because of who hyunsu is as a person.

(he just doesn't smile often, that's all.) it makes sizhui smile in kind, his posture straightening, shoulders squared.]

Extremely. I'm not quite there yet, but as long as I keep practicing...

(from here)

[restraint is something he's been taught since he was real young; it's followed him throughout adulthood and, despite not being on his homeworld, it's come along with each world he's visited and hasn't wavered too easily. hua cheng was able to break it during their first meeting and if given the chance, he could probably break it again, but he's not at all expecting the sort of kiss that he receives.

he lets himself be pulled closer, one arm raising to encircle hua cheng's shoulders, effectively holding him in place when their mouths meet. the kiss is heated and meticulous, giving but not taking more than is asked, which is something else sizhui enjoys about hua cheng alongside the way he kisses. his breath exhales between them in a soft little groan, another thing he's unable to help, and even though he doesn't regret it, he does feel himself warming again at the thought of them pretty much making out in front of this stranger.

whenever they come apart, he huffs softly, eyes half-lidded as he holds hua cheng's gaze, his pulse skipping a beat at the hunger he can see. if they weren't in the middle of the market, he would yank hua cheng back in for more, yet he resists, grinning outright following his question.]

Yes, it was. More than proper, actually, and perhaps even a little improper. [a beat] Which isn't a complaint, though.

[ hua cheng can't help but laugh at that, then tilts his head in acknowledgement: sizhui is right, the kiss was a little improper. but hua cheng is no gentleman, and he's not inclined to make a secret out of how attractive he finds sizhui, so if they both come away from it a little hot and bothered, he can't find it in himself to apologize. he just lets his gaze trace the lines of sizhui's face, warm and desirous, before he finally loosens his arm a little to let sizhui pull away. ]

What a relief, to know that I haven't disappointed you. [ unlike sizhui, hua cheng has no compunctions about making out in front of anyway, but he can tell that sizhui is a little bit shy about it, which is the only reason he doesn't lean back in for another.

he does, however, duck his head so he can press his lips to sizhui's ear, obscured from the eyes of the shopkeeper, and whispers, ] I wonder if I might convince you to come someplace a little more private with me, so I can show you my full appreciation.

[the laugh earns another smile, something more cheeky-looking this time, and sizhui can't help the soft little giggle that follows it. he knows hua cheng is no gentleman – he's never claimed to be! – but it still catches him off-guard when someone wants to do something like kiss him in public. personal displays of affection aren't unheard of, obviously, though he'd never done any of them besides a hug or two and even those were with family members or close friends, so it was completely different in that sense. making out with hua cheng in public isn't something he's used to but if given the chance, it's something he could get used to, especially with someone who knows when to hold back.]

I highly doubt there's anything you could do that would disappoint me. [bless every immortal being, hua cheng doesn't go for another kiss or else sizhui would be doing a really great impression of a tomato.

whenever the other man leans to press lips against his ear, his eyebrows lift with consideration, his expression becomes just the slightest bit mischievous and he nods in agreement.] I could certainly be convinced. It wouldn't take too much to do so, either.

[ there it is, that mischief that hua cheng knows sizhui hides underneath his polished, proper exterior. make no mistake, hua cheng knows that sizhui is indeed that polite, genuinely one of the kindest and sweetest people hua cheng has ever known, but also always on his best behavior in public—and it's therefore fun, for hua cheng, to try and coax a little bit of that mischievousness out of him.

with a warm hum and then a soft kiss pressed just below sizhui's ear, hua cheng murmurs back, ] And how exactly might I manage to convince you, young master?

[ would a hand do it, as hua cheng's drops from sizhui's waist to squeeze lightly at the cute shape of his ass? or maybe the desire in hua cheng's expression when he pulls back to look down into sizhui's face will be enough to do the convincing.

either way, they'll probably need to get out from in front of this shopkeeper soon, if sizhui doesn't want to be embarrassed every time he comes back here. ]

[it isn't often that people get to see this side of sizhui. if they do, it's because they know him already or he's comfortable around them enough to let it show and to let himself be a little more open about his mischief. for hua cheng, it's the latter because they are still getting to know one another, but the ghost king has made him feel safe in more ways than one and he doesn't feel at all exposed or uncomfortable around him like he might with someone else that he doesn't know as well. (or, sometimes, even around those he does know.)

he shivers faintly at the kiss beneath his ear, fully aware of how sensitive the skin is, even though he does his best to tamp down the feeling of arousal that follows it.] I'm sure you will find a way— ah!

[yes, that definitely does it. sizhui's ears turn a brilliant shade of red and he's suddenly glad he's not facing the shopkeeper anymore. instead, with his current position, he can push himself closer to hua cheng until their bodies are flush and the heat between them is intensified.

as he does this, however, he keeps their gazes locked, his own far more heated than it'd been moments ago, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet his lips before he speaks,] Lead me wherever you would like for us to go and I will happily follow.

[ the immediate flush that colors sizhui's cheeks does all the talking for him, more than enough to let hua cheng know he isn't opposed to the idea. it earns a grin in return, hua cheng's visible eye glimmering with desire and mischief as he leans down to brush his lips very faintly against sizhui's. ]

Very well. This way, then.

[ luckily for the shopkeeper, that's all he has to see. hua cheng takes sizhui by the hand; in the palm of the other, he tosses a pair of dice, and when they both land on sixes, he opens the door that appears in front of them and pulls sizhui through it directly into hua cheng's suite. it's a distance-shortening array, although how familiar sizhui will be with those, hua cheng isn't sure. still, it is certainly convenient for getting them from one place to another, particularly because hua cheng doesn't feel like wasting time.

as soon as the door closes behind them, hua cheng wraps his arm around sizhui's waist again and pulls him close, this time so he can duck his head down and press his mouth properly to sizhui's neck. ]

You truly have no idea how tempting you can be, do you?

[literal ass-grabbing is more than enough to make sizhui blush and if that's what makes the decision easier, then so be it. he's starting to learn that being embarrassed isn't the worst thing in the world and the fact it gets him another feather-light kiss, well, there's not much for him to complain about now, is there?

hand-in-hand, they wait while hua cheng does his thing, though sizhui's eyebrows do lift with surprise whenever the dice open a door that leads right into hua cheng's suite. he's experienced portal talismans before, but this seems... different, in a way. regardless, it's rather convenient and when hua cheng pulls him through, he follows without any hesitation, excitement thrumming in his veins.

and when hua cheng wraps him up in another embrace and pulls him back in, he wastes no time lifting an arm, hooking it around the man's neck then grasping his shoulder, the slightest tremble in his body as hua cheng leans into his neck.]

Ah . . . no, I suppose I don't. [which is probably the first time he's been truthful about something like that.]

[ the answer does seem honest, and also unsurprisingly sweet. of course sizhui wouldn't know—although hua cheng doesn't doubt that he could be the downfall of many a man, if he set his mind to it. he's too kindhearted to go making trouble for others that way. ]

Well, in that case, [ hua cheng says with a laugh, ] I'll just have to endeavor to make it clear.

[ a flick of his wrist sends the flowers over to rest on a low table, so that hua cheng can turn his full attention on sizhui without risking crushing them between them. as he wraps his arms around sizhui and walks them back toward the bed, hua cheng catches a glimpse of their connecting white string from the corner of his eye—he had completely forgotten its existence, too caught up in the interest of a market shopping trip with sizhui, but now he remembers the instructions and it makes him grin. ]

As I recall, [ hua cheng says, putting his hands under sizhui's ass and picking him up so hua cheng can kneel on the bed and then stretch sizhui out atop it, ] you rather enjoyed receiving little bites and bruises the last time we did this. Am I right?

[it's far too sincere for sizhui to not be telling the truth. besides, why would he lie about something like that? most people would do the opposite, all too proud and happy to admit that they know they're tempting and enjoy putting their wiles to good use. sizhui, however, is still learning the tricks of the trade and it's good that he has people like hua cheng who are willing to help teach him just how enticing he can be.

he laughs too, delighted by hua cheng's remark.] I'm sure you will do a wonderful job. [because he did so well the last time they were together, he believes there's nothing hua cheng can do that might be wrong in this situation.

briefly, his attention turns toward the flowers, long enough for them to be set down on the table then he redirects, just in time to focus on walking backward without tripping them up. he follows hua cheng's gaze to the string, eyebrows lifting in consideration as he, too, is reminded of the little connection they are sharing and what it means. it makes him smile as well, a playful little thing that crinkles the corners of his eyes with mirthfulness while he upturns his attention to hua cheng once again.]

Mmm? [questioningly, like he doesn't quite understand what hua cheng's saying, although the moment he's lifted and tumbled across the bed, it's like memory serves him right and he all of a sudden remembers that yes, he does enjoy having bruises and bitemarks.] You are correct. I like having pretty little things to admire after all is said and done.

[ although they've only been together the once, the intensity and eroticism with which sizhui had responded to hua cheng last time had left a lasting impression. when faced with the prospect of getting to see, again, how lovely sizhui is in the throes of pleasure, how could hua cheng do anything but a wonderful job? he grins down at sizhui, then leans so that their lips are brushing just slightly, not quite a kiss, more a lingering tease as he speaks again. ]

Then you'll have all the pretty little things you desire.

[ and he kisses sizhui again. if sizhui thought the way hua cheng kissed him earlier counted as an improper kiss, well, this one outstrips it by far—there's the same intensity and precision to it, but it's far deeper and more thorough, as though hua cheng is determined to taste every inch of sizhui's mouth, to swallow every little noise of pleasure he makes in response. all passion and heat, until eventually hua cheng's hands make their way beneath sizhui's vest and shirt to push them up and expose the smooth, pale skin of his abdomen.

only then does hua cheng pull away from the kiss, in favor instead of ducking his head down to mouth along sizhui's stomach, his navel, up along the curve of his ribcage. he bites at the skin as he goes, not hard, but enough to be felt; he holds back from leaving bruises just yet, but it's clear from the pressure of his teeth that he wants to. still, he wants to have sizhui undressed before all of that, so when hua cheng's hands reach sizhui's chest he sits up a little so he can encourage sizhui to remove the garments. ]

I wonder, [ hua cheng says, almost conversational except for the mischievous, desiring look in his eye, ] if the young master would do me the honor of telling me one of his fantasies.

[another thing that sizhui hasn't quite realized, to be honest. he's never thought he left a lasting impression, just figured that given where they are and where he's been, people kept coming back because it was convenient— which is silly to consider because there must have been some reason the individuals chose him over and over again. convenience was one thing, but the idea that he himself as a person made them come back is a whole other thing entirely. he breathes a little sigh of contentment between them, clearly pleased that hua cheng will oblige, his eyelashes fluttering and hua cheng's not even kissed him properly yet.

but when he does, it's more than he'd ever thought possible. it's deeper than before, more thorough and intense and sizhui can't help groaning at the tiny spots popping off behind his eyelids. he does his best to not squirm, moving the arm from hua cheng's shoulder to cup his hand against his nape, effectively holding him in place while they're kissing. and boy are they kissing, at least until hua cheng's hands start moving underneath his shirt, skimming along his abdomen until his top is pushed up beneath his chin which he tilts to hold for now.

whenever they come apart, there's another, breathier sigh with an actual shudder right on the heels of that. it tickles in a sense, but the biting is a nice break in the sensation that keeps him focused despite the floatiness in his brain. his other hand moves now too, finding the top of hua cheng's head and gently stroking through his hair, encouraging him to bite harder if he likes, though it falls away once he sits up to help him out of his vest and shirt. he lets them slide up and off, head shaking lightly to loosen his hair from the clothes.

sizhui's eyes briefly widen afterward, his brows lifting with consideration then he glances away, obviously shy about whatever it is he's about to admit to.] Well, [a pause, another chance to gather himself before he finally says,] I've always been a little curious about collars.

[ having freed sizhui's hair from the fabric of his clothing, hua cheng tosses them aside onto a nearby chair, then removes his own shirt as well and throws it the same way. when he emerges, it's just in time to hear sizhui's response to his question, an honest answer that makes hua cheng's eyebrows lift in mild surprise before his expression melts into one of obvious interest. ]

Just collars? Or would you like being leashed, as well? [ hua cheng reaches out, lightly circles sizhui's throat with one large hand. he doesn't squeeze, but the gesture is clearly meant to replicate the sensation of having a collar around his throat. ] I remember you liked this, before.

[ after a brief squeeze, not to cut off air but just to tease a little, hua cheng settles between sizhui's legs, then leans down to kiss him once more. there's a bit of an edge to it this time, brought on by the vividness of hua cheng's imagination—he is, rather shamelessly, picturing fucking sizhui on his hands and knees while hua cheng pulls at a leash connected to a collar around sizhui's throat. of course, it's possible that's not what sizhui means at all when he talks about collars... but hua cheng can't pretend the mental image isn't incredibly erotic. ]

[sizhui watches with rapt attention, lower lip tucking between his teeth as hua cheng's shirt comes up and off, leaving them both shirtless. he outstretches a hand, flattens it against hua cheng's sternum and slowly slides it down, pressure lightening the further he goes, until it's only his fingertips skimming across the other man's abdomen. following the shift in hua cheng's expression, sizhui's softens too, something a little more sultry-looking with half-lidded eyes and a partial smirk.

before he can respond, there's a hand around his neck, something that immediately draws a soft little gasp out of him. his eyelashes flutter, he casts a glance down at hua cheng's arm then lets his eyes shut entirely, his whole body trembling with pleasure.] Y-Yes, I do like that.

[and whenever hua cheng moves to kiss him again, he leans to meet him, holding it for a long moment before he shifts slightly and nips at hua cheng's bottom lip encouragingly. in doing so, he breaks away, giving him the chance to also respond to the question he'd been asked.] I'm also curious about leashes. They do sort of go hand-in-hand, don't they? [he exhales a breath then tilts his chin to catch hua cheng's mouth once more, the tip of his tongue running along the seam of his lips to coax him even deeper into this kiss.]

[ well, that seems like a positive reaction if hua cheng has ever seen one. he files it away in his mind, particularly the way sizhui's eyelids had fluttered as he trembled with a surge of pleasure at just the suggestion. so delightful, to be with someone this sensitive, this responsive—it makes hua cheng want to give him everything.

starting with a kiss. hua cheng leans into it, his fingers slipping around the back of sizhui's neck to hold him close; his lips part, tongue sliding against sizhui's, darting into his mouth to taste him and find all the sensitive places that make him gasp or shiver. hua cheng likes kissing, and it seems that sizhui does too, so all the more reason to make sure they both get their fill.

when they part, hua cheng traces his fingers along the lovely column of sizhui's throat, then pushes himself up to kneeling again. gathering both hands before him, he twists his qi into the shape of a collar with a leash attached—white leather lined with fur, delicate needlework in a blue that matches the sweater sizhui had been wearing before. suitable for a lan junior, insofar as the lan juniors would put on collars and let themselves be fucked by calamities. ]

Something like this, perhaps?

[funny how sizhui had said he'd be willing to give everything and now hua cheng is thinking the same thing . . . sometimes, he's embarrassed by his ultrasensitive reactions, but with hua cheng, it feels like he can let them freely show and he won't get judged for being oversensitive.

he inhales through his nose, holds and shifts to wrap his arms around hua cheng's shoulders, holding him tight, his eyelids flickering shut again. his own tongue meets hua cheng's here or there, but he mostly lets hua cheng control the kiss, reciprocating with fervor, another shiver zippering up his spine that has goosebumps prickling his skin. yes, sizhui enjoys kissing a lot and if his partner is willing to oblige him, he's absolutely going to take it and run.

it's only when they come apart that he realizes he was holding his breath and he exhales slowly, measuredly, blinking away a few spots that have winked into his vision. he'll have to remember not to do it much, even though it feels silly to have to tell himself to breathe whenever he's kissing hua cheng. his attention is entirely on the other male as he pushes back up, moves both of his hands and seemingly creates a collar and leash from thin air. (although sizhui knows better—) he knows he's gawking a little and yet he can't bring himself to close his mouth right away; he just keeps right on staring, admiring both items and the detail that had been put into making the collar. maybe he shouldn't be so pleased to see something like this in his clan colors, but if there was ever a moment, now seems like the perfect time.]

That is lovely, [the cultivator comments, finally breaking the silence by complimenting hua cheng's handiwork.] And it's exactly what I was thinking of, right down to the fur lining.

Edited (shh don't look at me changing words) 2024-11-18 05:21 (UTC)

[ even if it takes a moment for sizhui to find the words, at least the expression on his face makes it obvious that he likes hua cheng's craftsmanship. it fills him with a sense of self-satisfaction, an artist's sense of having created something worth looking at. (sizhui, of course, has no cause yet to know that hua cheng actually quite likes making art with his hands; perhaps that's a revelation that will come later.)

he hums in the back of his throat at the praise, his grin spreading, visible eye curving up in enjoyment. ]

It seems we have similar tastes in collars, then. [ or at least similar visions of what would look good on sizhui. hua cheng sets the accessory to the side for now, though, determined to divest sizhui of the rest of his clothes before putting the collar around his neck.

he's already dealt with the shirt and vest, so it's sizhui's trousers that come next, unfastened at the waist and then eased down over his hips. his underwear, if he's wearing any, come too—hua cheng makes no secret of how eager he is to see sizhui fully nude, and once he has him bare, his gaze is voracious as it skims over the lovely lines of sizhui's body. ]

Sit up, xiao baitu. Let me put this on you.

[just as it should, to be honest. hua cheng should absolutely be proud of the creation; it shows he's put thought and care into his work, not just in the fine details, but also in the design that decorates the collar. there's some sense of contentment in knowing that hua cheng knows him well enough, he can already figure out the two colors that sizhui favors most— and not just because they're his clan colors. (here's hoping sizhui does find out because he'd love to do some artistic things with hua cheng.)

seeing the other man grin so exuberantly makes his own smile widen, something that he instinctively reaches to cover, even though there's no hiding the amusement that crinkles the corners of his eyes. making people happy just makes him feel so good, he can't help himself, okay?]

So it would seem. [sizhui's eyes follow the leash and collar, all the way up until it's set down, then sizhui redirects back to hua cheng, the hand he'd been using to cover his mouth moving back to his side. this way, whenever hua cheng goes for his pants, he can at least offer some help in getting them off, down over his hips and the curve of his ass, both hands pushing until he reaches mid-thigh before he lets hua cheng finish getting them and his underwear off.

the eagerness with which he's being undressed both flusters him and gives him another bout of smugness. someone this excited to see him naked? he can recall at least one other recent time, their first meeting not included, but being with sanji had been different.

although, the only thing on his mind now is the way he's being told to sit up. sizhui does as told, propping up onto his elbows first, pushing himself upright then he shimmies back a bit so he can twist around and rest on his knees, looking like the ever-obedient student. rather than curl into himself with embarrassment, he sits with his chest slightly puffed, still smiling, both of his hands resting on his thighs, wide eyes staring expectantly as he presents his neck.] Is this good enough?

[ indeed, hua cheng makes no attempt to be secretive about how eager he is to see sizhui's nude body. even with only one visible eye, his gaze is openly hungry as it sweeps across his skin, his chest and stomach, the lines of his thighs, his cock beginning to harden between them. sizhui really is pretty all over—and while hua cheng had an excellent view courtesy of his wraith butterflies the last time they did this, there really is nothing like seeing it for himself.

he shifts out of the way a bit to allow sizhui to come up onto his knees, then scoots back in and picks up the collar. it's such a cute posture, and sizhui looks so obviously expectant, that hua cheng can't help himself—he leans in to kiss the other man once, smiling against his mouth, and then pulls back to say, ]

Lift your hair for me.

[ once sizhui has done so, hua cheng leans close so he can wrap the leather of the collar around sizhui's neck, the side facing his skin padded by soft fur. he fastens it tightly enough to be felt, but not so tightly as to restrict sizhui's breathing—with just enough space that hua cheng is able to slip his pinky finger between sizhui's throat and the collar. there are two rings for the leash, one at the front and one at the back; for now, hua cheng affixes the leash to the ring at the front, then takes it in hand and tugs lightly, just once. enough for sizhui to feel it, but not intending to actually pull him anywhere. ]

How does it feel?

[please, let there come a time where hua cheng says aloud that he likes sizhui's naked body; it's the exact type of embarrassment he needs to get over being flustered about it, so what better way to do that? however, don't think sizhui's not doing the same thing with hua cheng, letting his eyes linger here or there in a particularly unabashed fashion. unlike last time, he can fully see him and appreciate what parts were covered by his own body during their first meeting.

another kiss only makes him more eager for hua cheng to collar him, shown in the way he stretches forward slightly and then does as he's told: he gathers all of his hair to one side then holds it out of the way.

the sensation of the fur-lined leather going around his neck is totally new, something he can't even compare to other romps he's had where he'd been restrained. when it tightens, sizhui visibly swallows, exhales a slow breath and raises a hand to touch the leather, his fingertips lingering on the upraised parts of the design. he slides them to where the ring is located on the back, slips his forefinger into it then gives it the faintest tug, another sigh passing his lips at the tension before he releases and moves his hand around to the front loop instead. he watches with rapt attention as hua cheng connects the leash to the collar, effectively securing him, his eyes widening faintly whenever hua cheng pulls at the leash so he can feel.]

It feels different? In a good way, though, like... I enjoy how it feels, especially when you pull it.

[which is a little embarrassing, admittedly, but he doesn't look too shy about it.]

Edited 2024-11-24 05:19 (UTC)

[ good—he shouldn't be shy about it at all! ]

It looks good on you. [ hua cheng uses his light grip on the leash to pull sizhui a little bit closer, then leans in himself so that their noses brush, then their lips as he speaks. ] And I like the way it turns you on.

[ don't think he didn't see those wide eyes, sizhui, or the way that having the pressure of the collar against his throat made his breath catch. the arousal in his expression is clear as day to hua cheng, who hums and kisses sizhui again and then wraps the leash around his hand before reaching out to tilt sizhui's chin up again so he can admire the contrast of the white leather with his skin. ]

Beautiful. [ a declaration. hua cheng lets sizhui lower his chin, mostly so he can catch and hold sizhui's gaze. ] Spread your legs and get up on your knees for me, xiao baitu. Let me open you up.

Do you like it when the collar makes it hard to breathe?

Thank you. [and sizhui lets himself be tugged, leaning forward anticipatorily, another little sigh escaping between them whenever their noses brush. his lips pop open then, doe-like eyes unwavering despite the fact he can feel his face heating up. regardless, he smiles again afterward, looking quite pleased by hua cheng's remark.

he clearly wasn't trying to hide his reaction like he might normally do; his response is whole-hearted and truthful and definitely aroused. the way he faintly squirms in place might solidify that if there was any doubt, however. sizhui meets the kiss with fervor, leaning even closer, chin tilting up when hua cheng lifts it, his expression eager again as hua cheng examines the collar around his neck. he's extra delighted that hua cheng's also admiring how it looks, even though he's not entirely sure what exactly it is that hua cheng is looking at, so he's just assuming it's only the collar.

either way, the compliment has him blushing brighter and this time, he does avert his gaze, humming softly, trying not to be too timid so as to also show that he's still interested in what's happening. once his chin is freed, he redirects to hua cheng, nods, shifts up a little higher on his knees then spreads his thighs as far apart as he can.] Like this? Or did you have a different position in mind?

[his throat works with some effort, but despite this, he still manages to respond,] Yes... not too hard, though.

Just like this, yes.

[ it's maybe not the most efficient pose for foreplay and preparation, but hua cheng likes it nonetheless. it allows him to kneel close to sizhui's side, one knee pressed between sizhui's own, and reach between his legs to slide a slick finger slowly inside him. indulgent, not delicate but careful in that hua cheng wants to watch the play of expressions across sizhui's face and knows that from this distance he has an excellent view.

glad that sizhui is being honest, hua cheng nods slightly and then says, ] I understand.

[ he's not trying to choke sizhui out, after all—he'll tug a little, but he'll be mostly gentle.

another benefit of their position is that it also allows hua cheng to use the leash to tug sizhui gently in for another kiss as first one finger, then two begin to slowly work inside him. the rhythm is steady, hua cheng's fingers sliding deep into his body and then pulling out, spreading as they go to stretch his rim; he curls them forward on occasion to rub over sizhui's prostate, and sometimes he ignores it entirely as a wicked tease. he wants sizhui hard and wanting, but isn't intending to make him come—at least not like this, on his fingers only. ]

[sizhui hums with affirmation, clearly pleased that he'd done right, then he raises a hand to grip hua cheng's shoulder, holding on tight as the other male reaches between his legs to slide a digit inside of him. his eyelashes do flutter, but other than that, there isn't much change in his expression yet; he does lower his gaze from hua cheng's face to the knee between his legs, though that isn't enough to actually hide his expression from hua cheng since he doesn't quite fully downturn, just averts his eyes.

there comes a nod from him too, signaling that he's heard while still letting himself focus on what hua cheng's doing between his legs.

maybe sizhui will want to try something a little rougher one day, but today is not that day; the collar around his neck is already a step in a direction he's never been before and he doesn't want to overwhelm himself – or hua cheng – by asking for too much at once.

however, when hua cheng tugs the leash and uses the leverage to bring him in for another kiss, he can't help shivering outright, his hand sliding higher until he's got his arm wrapped around hua cheng's shoulders, eyes sinking shut whenever another finger joins the first one that hua cheng is already fucking him with. those moments where he brushes his prostate, sizhui can't help groaning and clutching tighter while doing his absolute best to follow the rhythm that he's got going. the other moments where he ignores it, sizhui whines pitifully, shifts his legs a particular way, and attempts to chase the sensation by rolling his hips against those fingers.

perhaps hua cheng isn't trying to make him come, this doesn't mean he won't do his best to get himself off.]

[ oh, sizhui is so pretty like this, rocking his hips into hua cheng's hand and chasing his pleasure with abandon. those lovely little whines, the way his muscles shift under skin as his thighs tense—hua cheng drinks it all in, humming appreciatively under his breath as he presses his forehead to sizhui's temple and looks down between them. he spreads his fingers to stretch sizhui around them, then presses them deep so he can apply gentle pressure to the shape of sizhui's prostate—unmoving, not stroking it or rubbing, just pressing against it to make sure sizhui knows he's there. ]

Beautiful, [ hua cheng murmurs, completely sincere. for the time being he lets go of the leash, letting it hang between them so he can wrap an arm around sizhui's waist instead, looking down between their bodies to see both his own hand working between sizhui's thighs and the evidence of sizhui's arousal in the form of his hard cock resting against hua cheng's arm. ] Ah, xiao baitu, the things I would like to do to you.

[ but they can start with this: hua cheng pulls sizhui in for another kiss, needy and hot, and slides a third finger into his body to start fucking him with them in earnest. he'd thought, earlier, that he might like sizhui on his knees for this, getting fucked from behind, but the more hua cheng touches him the more he thinks he'd like to be able to see sizhui's face when he comes. maybe with sizhui on his back, then, at least for a little while. ]

[of course hua cheng thinks he's pretty like this. taking their first encounter into account, sizhui can understand why too, even though he'd always wondered what he looked like before; thanks to those special little butterflies, he knows and wants to convey his pleasure as best as he can while hua cheng is fingerfucking him. he upturns his attention whenever hua cheng's forehead rests against his temple, a slow smile spreading across his face, then it twists into pleasure again as hua cheng applies pressure to that particular spot and holds, making sizhui's thighs quiver harder this time.]

Haah... [it's all he can manage initially, his free hand reaching to touch the leash when hua cheng lets it go, a few fingers winding around the length before releasing once more. he swallows hard, inhales a breath through his nose and sighs it back out, then he finally says:] Tell me about them. [this way, he can imagine these things while chasing his pleasure, something he doubles up on by grinding his erection against hua cheng's arm.

where hua cheng decides to start is good, though. sizhui meets this kiss just as he's done with all the others: with enthusiasm and intensity— which is good because it's a distraction from another digit joining the ones already fucking him. he squirms and moans, nevertheless, then tightens his arm again, doing everything to pour attention into their kiss rather than let himself get too lost in the pleasure of hua cheng's fingers. regardless of how hua cheng wants him, sizhui's growing more and more eager, lips popped open and heavy pants passing them with every motion.]

[ it's a particularly lewd request, which makes hua cheng grin again. coming from someone like sizhui, who can be so reserved until hua cheng gets him going, it's a good sign indeed—probably means that sizhui feels good enough to stop thinking about propriety and start thinking about what he wants and how. ]

Where to start? [ hua cheng meets the insistent rocking of sizhui's hips with more purposeful strokes of his fingers, plunging them deep and then curling them lightly forward as he draws them out again. he wants sizhui loose and ready, and wants him to feel as good as possible in the process of getting him there. ] I want to kiss and lick and bite every inch of you until you squirm from how sensitive you are... I want to fuck you on your hands and knees with the leash around your neck, I want you bouncing in my lap and making those pretty noises of yours. I want you to ride me so I can see how good you look with my cock inside you. I would like to tease you with qi and refuse to let you come until you beg for it.

[ by now, sizhui's mouth is hanging open, wet and wanting, and hua cheng presses an open-mouthed kiss there, tongues sliding together and tangling in a way that's unmistakably erotic. clearly, the description of what hua cheng would do to sizhui is doing it for him, too. by now, sizhui seems sufficiently prepared, and so hua cheng finally withdraws his fingers and brings them, still slick, up to sizhui's hip to coax him onto his back again.

hua cheng's other hand resumes its grip on the tail of the leash, although he's careful not to pull on it too hard. if he holds it just right, then uses that hand to brace against the mattress, hua cheng thinks it will pull at sizhui's collar just right to remind him of its presence without restricting his breathing. ]

But right now, I want to fuck you and see your face while I do.

[at first, sizhui doesn't quite know what hua cheng's grinning about, but if he considers what he'd just said, it does seem like he's completely ignoring any shyness he'd been experiencing before. something that makes him feel a little flustered, even though there's no shift in his expression to show that. (for now, anyway.)

at the beginning, is what he contemplates saying, except hua cheng starts talking and he's immediately letting his imagination go to work; he thinks about hua cheng's mouth all over his body, he ponders what it would be like to be fucked on his hands and knees with hua cheng holding the leash, and when he turns over the idea of riding hua cheng again, he can't help biting the inside of his cheek to muffle a groan as those fingers curl just right and have spots winking into his vision. trying everything tonight would be quite ambitious, but if hua cheng is up for it, sizhui's got the stamina to go multiple rounds, so they could probably do it—

there comes another kiss, their tongues mingling, a clear sign that telling him everything really was a good way to get them both going despite how far they've already gone by this point. he outstretches his free hand, trails a few fingers across hua cheng's abdomen, moving toward his groin before the fingers withdrawing from his body has him hesitating. with some reluctance, he loosens the arm he has around the man's shoulders and lowers it, using that hand to brace himself as he twists around until he's sitting properly, then he begins letting himself be guided to lay down.

in this new position, he can relax a little more, his head resting back which gives just enough tautness to the leash that the collar presses snugly against his neck, immediately reminding him of the leather strap that's currently encircling his neck. he exhales a slow, measured breath, trying to keep it controlled, although it still comes out as a soft, audible huff.]

I'm happy to oblige because that means I get to look at you, too.

[ terror that he is, the calamitous ruler of the land of the dead, hua cheng has never really thought of himself as good-looking. to call him handsome seems like a stretch, he thinks, when so many humans recall him as horrible and fearsome. but even if he isn't handsome, it does at least seem that sizhui doesn't mind seeing him—or that the sex is good enough that sizhui doesn't mind seeing him, which is just as good.

so hua cheng obliges. he nudges sizhui's hips up a little and guides his cock to that stretched, welcoming hole, then slips in slowly, little by little. he wants to make sure sizhui gets to feel all of him, every inch, until his hips press to sizhui's ass and hua cheng leans forward over him. his back curves, his elbow presses into the pillows, covering sizhui's smaller form with hua cheng's larger shape until he's close enough that he can lean down for another kiss.

their tongues slide together, and hua cheng pulls out just slightly so he can thrust back in. although the strokes are short, they're deep and intense, and hua cheng picks up a steady rhythm almost immediately, driving into sizhui purposefully and with passion. from this distance it feels like he can see every little jolt of pleasure that comes across sizhui's face, and hua cheng hungrily memorizes them all. ]

[those humans clearly have no idea what they're talking about; hua cheng is handsome and that's putting it lightly. if sizhui could only use a single word, however, it's what he would choose, and perhaps he should voice it sooner rather than later if hua cheng doesn't believe it. sizhui's not the type of person to only want sex from something like this, so it stands to reason that he finds hua cheng attractive in more than just the physical sense too.

oh and he feels every single inch, filling him up and making his breath hitch initially, but he holds it the last few moments until hua cheng's hips are flush against his backside. only then does he exhale, eyelashes fluttering, even if he does his best to focus his attention on hua cheng as the man leans over him, effectively covering him with his body. this prompts sizhui to wrap his arms around hua cheng's back, both of his legs shifting so he can drape them over his hips instead of having them rest there doing nothing. at least this way, he can hold on and tighten his legs whenever he wants hua cheng to slow down or something, and this way there are no limbs in the way when they come together for another kiss.

he moans into hua cheng's mouth once he starts moving, eyes squeezing shut at first the faster his partner goes, although he desperately tries to reopen them to watch hua cheng in kind. his thighs tense with each movement, half-lidded eyes flickering, his chest rising and falling with effort from his quickened breathing, yet he continues holding the kiss for as long as he can manage before he withdraws to let out a particularly sharp gasp as hua cheng thrusts into him just right.]

Ah, Hua Cheng!

[ being so tightly intertwined like this makes it easy for hua cheng to read every flicker of pleasure that crosses sizhui's face, and he feels a self-satisfied glow at every single one, proud of being able to make his partner feel so good. it also means that he has a front-row view of the way sizhui's expression changes when he finds just the right angle that lets his cock nudge and drag against that sensitive place deep inside sizhui, the one that finally earns a cry of his name. ]

Just there, hm?

[ very well. to the extent he can, then, hua cheng aims for that spot—not dead-on every single time, of course, because hua cheng is nothing if not a terrible tease, but he tries to rub over sizhui's prostate on at least every third thrust to keep him tense and riding the knife's edge of pleasure versus too much stimulation.

meanwhile, hua cheng draws his palm lightly up sizhui's side, over his chest (with a pinch to his nipple) and then around the back of his shoulder so hua cheng is clinging just as tightly to sizhui as sizhui is to him. his other hand, still extended, applies just a little more pressure to the leash so that it tugs at the collar around sizhui's thoat—still not cutting off his air, but putting some tension against the side of his neck in a reminder that the toy is still there. ]

[even just the one time was enough to have him shaking, the fact that hua cheng aims to hit it at every third thrust means he's shaking and breathing much heavier now— not enough to be worrisome, but enough to show that it's taking some effort to not lose himself each time hua cheng's cock brushes against his prostate.

it makes him squirm, almost like he's trying to both move away from the motions and push himself closer, as if he's overstimulated but not quite fully. hua cheng's teasing is doing wonders at keeping him riding high on this feeling and every time hua cheng's hips come up against him, he tightens his legs, up to the point he's got his legs positioned so his heels can faintly dig into his partner's ass by angling just right.

the hand dragging across his side and over his chest – with a brief stop to pinch his nipple – has him glancing downward, half-lidded eyes watching as hua cheng's fingers skim even higher, move around the back of his shoulder and hang on, which prompts sizhui to move as well. he slides his hands further up hua cheng's shoulderblades, grazes back down with his nails, then he moves up again and hooks both hands around hua cheng's shoulders, bringing them nearly chest-to-chest. while he does that, the leash gets pulled once more and sizhui's eyes pop open in surprise, sort of like he'd forgotten about the collar around his neck but the sudden tension is a nice awakening.

this whole time sizhui's got a little smile on his face, his clear amusement to how hua cheng's pleased with himself and the pleasure he's giving his partner.]

[ actually, hua cheng finds he likes it plenty when sizhui's heels come to press into the top of his ass, almost urging him on every time they flex or dig in. it's another point of contact that he can use for a reference as to how sizhui is feeling, how much he's enjoying this, whether he wants it harder or more gentle although by and large hua cheng does tend toward harder.

when sizhui's grip adjusts to pull them even closer together, almost chest to chest, hua cheng discovers another fun little detail: the closeness of their position means that sizhui's cock is trapped between them, caught in the friction of their bodies moving together. he can feel it against his belly, hot and flushed and leaking precum in sticky trails over his skin. this too is evidence of sizhui's enjoyment, and hua cheng makes a noise of amusement in the back of his throat as he leans down for another thorough, messy kiss.

the leash is another good thing. it seems that sizhui keeps getting used to it when it loosens, only to be surprised and aroused all over again when he's reminded of its presence around his throat. along with the rhythm of his thrusts, hua cheng tries to find a good rhythm for that too, letting the leash slacken in his grip and then stretching it taut again so that sizhui can experience the sensation of the collar all over again.

with his mouth pressed against sizhui's, hua cheng murmurs, ] Do you know how pretty you look when you're being fucked, xiao baitu? It's a wonder anyone can get out of your bed.

[which is perfect because sizhui keeps the pressure on a little more each time hua cheng moves, letting up here or there so he knows to slow down, even though he's quick to press back in to keep that rhythm going. by doing this, he's helping bring himself closer and closer to that edge, only to come back down then get worked right back up again. either way, he's tending toward harder and firmer rather than gentle or anything related to that.

once they've been together for a moment or two, sizhui's gaze downturns, his eyebrows lift with consideration then his cheeks flare at the sight of just how turned on he is; if they aren't careful, he's going to lose himself much more quickly than he'd like. not that he can focus on that for long, what with hua cheng leaning in for another kiss, a groan passing between them once they've come together.

coupled with the well-timed thrusts, the pressure against his neck is yet another sensation that's driving him wild. something that isn't quite choking, but something that puts just the right amount of pressure on his neck to have little dots winking into his vision. whenever hua cheng lets up, his eyes readjust and he's locking his attention on hua cheng's face again, watching his features for any particular shifts of pleasure as he squeezes his thighs against hua cheng's hips in another show of wanting him to go faster.]

...if I'm really lucky, they don't leave it for a while. [and he hums with delight, shifting so he can pepper sweet little kisses all over hua cheng's mouth.]

[ by now, it's easy for hua cheng to read the cues of sizhui's body, and so he takes the squeeze of his thighs as a tacit sign to pick up the pace a little. it's something hua cheng finds charming about sizhui: that he can be so sensual and so cute simultaneously, urging hua cheng to fuck him faster while also dropping sweet, playful kisses all over his mouth. it makes hua cheng want to ruin him and care for him in equal measure. ]

Then I suppose I'd better not leave until you kick me out.

[ hua cheng's other hand, the one not holding the leash, slips up sizhui's side and then along the soft, sensitive skin of his inner bicep, tracing the muscle there all the way to his elbow and then along his forearm until hua cheng can lace their fingers together. he presses their joined hands back onto the mattress near sizhui's head, using the grip as both leverage and another point of contact between them as he begins to thrust a little harder. —or not harder, but in longer strokes, a little faster, as if he can tell that sizhui is purposely edging himself a bit and is happy to help him in that endeavor.

although hua cheng says a lot of things just to say them, what he'd said before was the truth entirely: sizhui is very pretty like this, caught up in the throes of intense pleasure. and for his part, hua cheng is making no effort to conceal any of the expression of pleasure or appreciation that cross his face, although he's naturally less cognizant of his own looks than he is of sizhui's beneath him. ]

[funniest thing about this conversation they're having is that they are in hua cheng's room and there's obviously no way sizhui would kick him out of his own bed. if he's lucky, hua cheng won't kick him out, because then that means he can cuddle the other man after they've (eventually) finished up with what they're currently doing.]

Mmm, I don't think I'll be kicking you out of your own bed, so. [sizhui has to smile faintly at the mere idea; kicking someone out of their own room? absolutely laughable, really.

sizhui is already wriggling slightly whenever hua cheng's hand moves up his side, once it reaches his bicep and moves down to his elbow, he's fighting to actively not tremble while their fingers entwine. his gaze follows the whole way, right up until hua cheng pins the hand near his head, which has him redirecting again, wide eyes staring for a long moment— or at least until hua cheng picks up the pace a bit and has them sinking shut. was he that obvious? ah well, this simply means hua cheng knows what he's doing and that in turn has sizhui trying a little harder to keep himself from peaking too quickly.

while he knows what he looks like now and can (sort of) appreciate it, he's appreciating watching hua cheng's expression again, admiring how he looks during their intimate moment. it prompts him to let his head loll somewhat, his free hand reaching to hua cheng's face, the pad of his thumb tracing across his cheek first then he uses his index finger to trace along the bridge of his partner's nose as he says:] Stunning.

[ the reminder makes hua cheng laugh and then lean down to press his mouth high against sizhui's cheekbone, affectionate. ]

Ah, I suppose we are in my room, [ he observes. ] In that case, I'd like to keep you here as long as you'll stay.

[ all evening? all night? even all morning so they can have lazy morning sex before sizhui departs? hua cheng doesn't mind any of it. he'll enjoy sizhui's presence for as long as it graces him, although he's not the type to force anyone to stay somewhere they'd rather not linger.

by now, the sex has become deep and hot and indulgent, less about the urgency of chasing orgasm and more about flames slowly being stoked between them, a steady climb towards pleasure. hua cheng's cock moves inside sizhui in steady, intentional strokes, ensuring that the head of it rubs over sizhui's prostate on every opportunity; his skin is flushed all over and glistening with sweat, and wherever he and sizhui touch it feels like hua cheng might be melting. he's in the midst of appreciating the answering flush in sizhui's face when he lifts his free hand to touch hua cheng's face as well.

a brief expression of confusion crosses hua cheng's face, before it's followed by a smile. ]

There's no need for such flattery, [ hua cheng murmurs, his voice warm and rich with amusement and affection. ] It's enough for me that you don't find my appearance terrifying. If you're not careful, you'll inflate my ego.

[ that's a little bit of a joke—mostly because hua cheng is already egotistical. ]

[that affectionate gesture has sizhui grinning outright, his head tilting so he can gently nudge against hua cheng's in an equally tender motion.]

I'll stay for as long as you'll have me. [yes, that means well into tomorrow morning so they can have sex again. he wouldn't mind that at all, considering, and if hua cheng will have him, he's definitely going to stay for that long.

with how they're going now, sizhui's doing his best to focus on holding the conversation, but whenever hua cheng's dick hits that particular spot, he can't help a pleasured gasp and hiss here or there. at least he's still able to watch as hua cheng works over him, all handsome and flushed, his legs squeezing faintly and the muscles in his lower-half tensing so he can urge hua cheng to continue what he's doing.

at the confused look, his own brow briefly knits with consternation, although it softens when hua cheng explains and he answers,] I wouldn't hand out baseless flattery. [“i'm not allowed to.” that's what he wants to add on but he doesn't want to have to launch into an explanation about it right now, not while they're enjoying each other's company like so.

however, it's sizhui's turn to look a little confused.] Who would find you terrifying? [like it's an obvious thing; hua cheng is good-looking, water is wet, grass is green, et cetera and so forth.] And besides, what's wrong with me inflating your ego a little? [he smiles again, looking far too smug for his own good.] It's only fair that you know the truth.

[ there may be a right time for hua cheng to explain to sizhui that he's always thought himself hideous—but even hua cheng, whose social skills need considerable work, can tell that in the middle of sex is not the right time. he doesn't argue with sizhui, just leans down to press their lips together in a teasing series of soft kisses, featherlight and smiling. ]

Such a sweet little rabbit, [ hua cheng says, because whether or not sizhui is right, he is certainly kind. ] I suppose I can't decline a compliment from someone as lovely as you.

[ shifting slightly, hua cheng drapes himself atop sizhui, pressing their bodies closely together. he draws one knee up under sizhui's thigh, spreading him open a little wider, and adjusts the depth of his strokes so that he's pressing all the way inside on each thrust, his cockhead rubbing insistently over the swollen, tender shape of sizhui's prostate. hua cheng doesn't know how to thank him for his obvious regard, but he does know how to make sizhui feel good, and for the moment that's going to have to do—at least until they're finished and can curl up together and talk in more detail.

right now, though, hua cheng's mind is full of nothing but the pleasure of sizhui under him. how gorgeous he is, his cheeks flushed and throat circled by the leather of the collar. how his hand clutches at hua cheng's where their fingers are laced together and pressed to the mattress. how his breath hitches when something feels good, and how he gets just a little louder the closer he gets to coming. ]

[no, this definitely isn't the time for explaining that. it's a wonder that hua cheng lets sizhui get away with the bit of talking he does, what with how he looks, and the way he tries to not really give the other man a chance to protest. however, the fact he doesn't argue at all is a bit surprising but not enough to throw him off and ignore the sweet kisses hua cheng gives him.

he somehow manages to look sheepish following that remark, his head tilting slightly so he can return the kisses, then he leans back again to meet hua cheng's gaze when he says,] Good. [and he leaves it at that, hoping it doesn't sound too self-satisfied.

once hua cheng's settled again, he shifts his arms, rests them across his shoulderblades and reaches with both hands to grip onto his shoulders, effectively holding him in place after he's pressed them closer. his eyebrows lift faintly whenever hua cheng's knee moves under his thigh like that, but he realizes pretty quickly what the slight shift in position does and can't help groaning a little louder this time. thank goodness, they don't have to worry about being heard or else sizhui would have something to really be embarrassed about.

sizhui's letting himself get wrapped back up in the pleasure, focusing on it rather than making sure hua cheng accepts his compliment, which means remembering the collar around his neck once more and gods, he's right there and could come at any second— but he doesn't want to. not yet, not when he's reminded of one of the positions hua cheng had mentioned before.] Would you–ah–still be interested in fucking me on my hands and knees?

[ the question makes hua cheng laugh for reasons that should become clear when he immediately says, ] I am interested in fucking you in every position you can possibly imagine and then some.

[ so, suffice to say that's a yes. hua cheng can read between the lines of the request, though, and so after a moment his thrusts slow, until he pushes into sizhui one last time and then stills completely, spending a moment just to relish the heat and tightness of his body and the incredible physicality of sizhui's chest moving and his skin slick with sweat. he truly is gorgeous, hua cheng thinks as he pulls out—then pauses, glancing down between their bodies as his cock slips free of sizhui so he can get a good look at how pretty and pink and wet his hole is, clenching around nothing.

barely resisting the temptation to reach down and rub his thumb around sizhui's rim, hua cheng instead sits back to make a little room for sizhui to roll over onto his belly and push up onto his hands and knees instead. his grip on the leash is loosened to make the movement easier, but as soon as sizhui is repositioned, hua cheng gently tugs at the collar again as if to remind sizhui of its presence. ]

Tell me when you want it, [ he says, his other hand dropping to hold the base of his cock so he can rub the slick head of it against sizhui's waiting entrance. still, hua cheng withholds it for now, wanting to hear sizhui ask for it before he fucks him again. ]

[which in turn has sizhui laughing faintly, his hands squeezing then – with some obvious reluctance – releasing and withdrawing so he can prop himself onto his elbows for better leverage and momentum.

this way, he can hold himself steady while hua cheng thrusts into him a final time, breath catching momentarily, though he's quick to exhale once hua cheng's still. his head tilts back, eyes sinking shut, the motion of his own hips slowing until he's also stopped and they're both just lying there, feeling one another. as much as he wants to reach up and touch hua cheng's face again, he resists this time, sighing softly once he starts to pull out then letting out an actual huff after he's left empty; right now would be the perfect time for him to start begging but that isn't even currently a thought in his mind, not while he's trying to focus on what eventually leads up to their switch in position.

with hua cheng giving him the room to do so, sizhui unlocks his legs and carefully shifts, rolling over onto his stomach before lifting up onto his hands and knees, his eyes on the slackened leash the entire time he's moving so that as soon as it's grabbed again, he feels the tug and trembles outright. why try and hide how it feels when it's already clear that he's enjoying it?

“tell me when you want it.” how dare hua cheng somehow make him blush even harder than he already is! he exhales a shaky breath, licks his lips then shifts his hips to grind his ass back on hua cheng's cock, a little smirk playing across his face when he answers,] I want it. [there comes a beat and following a quiet moan, he tacks on:] Please?

[ oh, the sight of him. sizhui is so obedient, gets on his knees so quickly, his back dipping into a natural arch as he offers himself up to hua cheng—and the way he trembles when hua cheng tugs at the leash, too, is enough to have hua cheng swallowing back a moan himself. he can see the way sizhui blushes too, how his ears turn pink at the request, a charming reaction given how intimately they've seen each other tonight already—but he does as he's asked, anyway, which makes hua cheng grin.

applying just a little bit of pressure, hua cheng lets the head of his cock slip back into sizhui's body, then pulls it out again—teasing utterly without shame, because he knows that sizhui wants more. then another teasing rub around his rim, although it's torturous for hua cheng too, who wants to pin sizhui to the mattress and fuck his brains out. ]

Are you sure? [ he asks, like the bastard he is. ] You don't sound like you want it...

[ it's a transparent attempt to see if sizhui will beg, beyond that pretty little "please" he'd tacked on to the end of his request—but if sizhui is as close to climax as hua cheng thinks he might be, and if he's enjoying the little tugs at the collar enough, hua cheng thinks he might do it. if he does, of course he'll get exactly what he wants. ]

[no matter how hard he tries, there are just some things that can still really get to him and hua cheng's words are one of them; he seems to be able to just do that and if they weren't already in the position they were in, there would be a joke to be made about how he could charm the pants off of him without hardly even trying.

in this case, it's the way hua cheng barely eases back into him, a tease if sizhui ever felt one, and then he withdraws again, leaving him wanting more. it takes all of his willpower to not whine like a pitiful little thing, but he manages to hold it back (for now) and exhales a slow, measured breath while trying to figure out how he should respond. there are many ways he could answer this, yet he knows exactly what hua cheng wants and he's more than willing to give it to him, especially if it means getting back to business proper-like.]

Hua Cheng . . . [he lets it trail off, breathy and needy-sounding already, his body shifting so he can prop himself onto his elbows instead. his head turns so he can cast a glance back over his shoulder, the pretty curve in his back deepening as he wiggles again, trying to urge hua cheng to keep going.

and if that doesn't work, maybe this will—] Please, Hua Cheng, [he pleads oh-so-softly, redirecting his attention forward once more before he drops his head forward to rest his forehead against the bed between his arms.] I want you to fuck me.

[ there it is. sizhui drops down to his elbows, hangs his head between them, and hua cheng feels a shiver of pleasure as keenly as a touch between his legs. good enough to eat, looking like this, and that's before sizhui gives in and gives hua cheng what they both know he wants—some pretty begging, his tone soft and raw and full of need. ]

Eighteen hells, [ hua cheng breathes out with a low laugh. ] Anything you want, xiao baitu—

[ and now it's hua cheng who knows just what sizhui wants. he presses his cock back into sizhui's body in one slow, inexorable slide, leaning forward until his full length is buried inside sizhui, the heat of him, the clutch of muscle sweet and demanding. with one hand against the small of sizhui's back and the other still holding the leash, hua cheng starts to move, slow at first to really let both of them feel it, then faster little by little, picking up the pace and feeling pleasure begin to climb up his spine.

it won't take long like this, hua cheng thinks. sizhui feels and looks and sounds too good, responds too beautifully to pleasure for hua cheng to be able to hold out. but at the very least, he should be able to coax sizhui to orgasm before he himself succumbs to it, to make a very pretty mess of both of them before they're through. ]

[the laugh makes him grin outright this time, which hua cheng can't really see when he's face down but that's alright. maybe it's something he can sense instead? it wouldn't be difficult at all to assume because it's sizhui and even he has his moments of amusement during these intimate little moments.

anything he wants, though? while such an offer could be considered dangerous, it's not with someone like lan sizhui who hardly takes an inch when given a mile.

he gasps sharply whenever hua cheng pushes back into him again, biting the inside of his cheek to muffle the groan that follows it, his hips shifting back against hua cheng's until they're completely flush. his left arm shifts, tucking underneath his forehead, the hand grasping at the bedsheets as hua cheng slowly but surely starts moving, slower at first so the full-length motions can really be felt, then a little faster which has his own pleasure starting to peak again as well.

however, coming back around to the other thing that's got him going: the collar. sizhui raises his head just enough to speak, his voice low and still breathy,] Pull harder. [is all he says. he wants to feel what it's like to actually have harder pressure now that he's lost himself a little more and with hua cheng in control of the leash, he knows he can trust the other man without having to worry about things getting out of hand.]

[ dizzy and on the precipice of pleasure, hua cheng is even more amenable than usual to giving sizhui what he wants, and so when he asks for a firmer grip with so much confident desire in his voice hua cheng doesn't hesitate. he adjusts his grip on the leash just slightly and pulls harder, although still not hard enough to actually choke sizhui—just that, up until now hua cheng has been mindful of not cutting his air off at all, and now he allows the pressure of the collar to put a little more tension on sizhui's windpipe, rendering it slightly more difficult to draw breath.

gods above and devils below, but he looks good like this. even from the back, where hua cheng can't see all the expressions that cross sizhui's face, he can still read pleasure in every line of his body, the arch of his back and the quiver of his thighs. it feeds hua cheng's pleasure in turn, leaving him panting as he fucks sizhui in deep, quick strokes. ]

Ah, hells, [ hua cheng mutters after a moment, and gives in to temptation: keeping one hand taut on the leash, hua cheng loops his other hand under sizhui's body to pull him upward, until he's sitting spread across hua cheng's lap with his back pressed to hua cheng's chest. it gives hua cheng the leverage to fuck sizhui deeper, letting gravity work for him, and also allows him to brace his knees more fully to fuck sizhui deep and hard, determined entirely to get him off before hua cheng gives in to the orgasm threatening to overtake him. ]

[right up until now, sizhui's motions had maintained some form of control, the movements quick but deliberate when he pushes himself back against hua cheng's hips, though the moment the leash is pulled tighter against his throat, he loses himself enough to the pleasure and lets his upper-half sink lower to the bed. it doesn't outright choke him, but it does put enough pressure on his throat that it's a little harder to inhale, even if he manages to do so after a moment or two. bless every heavenly immortal, it's so good, there's no way he can last much longer like this.

and hua cheng's next motion only makes things better; one hand keeps the leash taut, the other slips underneath his body and lifts him up, making his eyes snap open in surprise at first, yet as he's slowly but surely moved into an upright position, he spreads his knees to give hua cheng more room, crying out whenever the other male fucks him even deeper.

he drops his head forward, panting heavily, one hand pressing between his legs for balance while the opposite hand reaches back to grip hua cheng's hip to encourage him to keep going. it only takes a few more thrusts and with a high-pitched yelp, sizhui's coming hard and fast, his legs shaking almost uncontrollably. thank goodness, hua cheng's keeping him held up or he very well might've collapsed face-first into the mattress, completely spent and looking extremely content.]

[ there it is, that gorgeous cry as sizhui is thrust fully over the edge of his orgasm. it comes over him with such physicality hua cheng is almost awed, feeling it in the impossible tightness of sizhui's body and the way his thighs quiver in uncontrolled jerks each time hua cheng fucks into him, nerves too sensitive to do anything but respond to the sensation. he's gorgeous, he's perfect, and it takes only three more thrusts before hua cheng, too, muffles a loud groan against the back of sizhui's shoulder and climaxes with a force that honestly surprises him.

it comes over him in waves, a riptide, a tsunami. hua cheng's arm is tight around sizhui's waist, holding him steady as hua cheng's cock throbs and spills inside him, hot and insistent, twitching with pleasure that quickly becomes oversensitivity. only when most of the intensity has passed does hua cheng finally exhale a long, satisfied groan and rock his hips once or twice more, as if driving home the point: that sizhui is full of hua cheng's come and totally spent, and that hua cheng is a sweaty, satisfied mess of his own. ]

So pretty, [ he murmurs, sounding almost drunk with residual pleasure and smugness. hua cheng's grip on the leash has loosened, making it easier for sizhui to breathe, and he brings his newly freed hand up to press low against sizhui's belly as if he might feel his own cock still buried inside him.

he can't, of course, but he can feel the hot presence of his own spiritual essence, transferred into sizhui's body along with his come. ]

[it takes a moment for him to come to his senses, but once he's gathered his bearings enough, he rebalances himself a little better with the hand between his legs, his mind still reeling from the incredible orgasm he'd gone through— or is still going through? because he doesn't stop coming right away. it's only after hua cheng climaxes as well that he does finally stop, his whole body shaking from the hypersensitive nerves. his other hand clenches, fingernails digging into hua cheng's skin momentarily before he releases and moves that arm around to use it to hold himself up as well, both hands curling in the bedsheets so tight, he's almost worried he might rip them, but he can't bring himself to care enough.

much as it embarrasses him to admit, he likes being filled up, the heat flooding his backside and spreading throughout him from head to toe, leaving him feeling warm and satiated in equal measures. whenever hua cheng thrusts into him a couple more times, he gasps and shudders, his own sensitivity heightened, the motion something he almost can't believe and the sensation nearly overwhelming. nevertheless, he knows they're both satisfied, which he can't help feeling a little smug about, even if his expression doesn't show it.

actually, speaking of his expression, it shifts into something sheepish as hua cheng compliments him again and somehow, he's more flushed than he was a moment ago, even after all they've been doing. now that he can breathe properly again and isn't seeing stars:] Hua Cheng... [then he's immediately looking down at the hand against his stomach, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his eyes sinking shut as he moves one hand to rest across hua cheng's, his fingertips dipping into the spaces between hua cheng's fingers.]

That was absolutely amazing. I think I might've just found one of my new favorite things.

[ that sizhui still has it in him to be shy even after all that they've done tonight is funny and charming to hua cheng, who hides the curve of his smile against the back of sizhui's shoulder, disguising it as a kiss followed by a brief nip of teeth. he likes the way that sizhui's fingers link with his where they're pressed to sizhui's stomach still, and he squeezes lightly in recognition of the gesture, the intimacy of it no longer quite as unexpected now that he knows sizhui a little better.

a ghost king has an infinite supply of stamina and no particular need for rest, but hua cheng can tell that sizhui is exhausted. after a moment, he gently eases sizhui off his cock so they can stretch out together atop the mattress, hua cheng on his back with sizhui drawn close against his side, nudging the damp sheets aside for the time being and allowing their legs to tangle. ]

Have you? [ hua cheng wraps an arm low around sizhui's waist, steady and secure so that sizhui can relax against him. ] Very good. I think I enjoyed doing it to you as much as you enjoyed it being done.

[ his other hand lifts to touch the leather of the collar, as if marveling at how small a thing can earn such a big reaction. ]

Is your throat sore?

[if there's one thing hua cheng is really good at, it's making sizhui flustered even when he has no reason to be embarrassed. they literally just fucked and the fact that something as simple as having his stomach touched and holding hands affects him seems silly, but he knows hua cheng won't judge him for it like someone else might. he hums with contentment at the squeeze and tightens his fingers in return before loosening and letting his hand fall away so they can eventually move around and get more comfortable.

ordinarily, sizhui would have more stamina, but there's something about how long they'd gone mixed with the collar that just has him a little more worn out than he would normally be. while he has a short refractory period, his stamina is likely spent for the moment and he would much prefer curling up beside hua cheng with his head resting against his chest, one arm tucked between them and the other tossed around his partner's midsection, holding him close.]

Mmhmm, [he manages, glancing down at the arm around him, a faint smile upticking his lips at the edges.] Did you? That's good to hear because I would like to do it again.

[sizhui tilts his head ever-so-slightly, giving hua cheng more room to touch the collar, his eyes becoming half-lidded at the gentle gesture.]

Not at all. You did a wonderful job creating something comfortable.

[ maybe it's for the best, then, that hua cheng doesn't voice aloud his sentiments regarding how erotic he finds it to sense his own spend inside sizhui's body... at least not for now, when sizhui is still blushing from the last thing hua cheng did to embarrass him. instead, he just leans down to press a kiss to sizhui's forehead, affectionate and endeared. ]

That sounds like an agreement I would be happy to make, [ he says with a low laugh. it really is turning out that sizhui has a far kinkier side to him than hua cheng had originally given him credit for, and hua cheng is very much enjoying discovering all the little things that make him tick.

like, for example, touching the collar, which has sizhui tilting his head and lidding his eyes like a contented cat being stroked. ]

It really does suit you, [ hua cheng observes. ] I'm proud of myself, for this.

[yes, that is definitely for the best for now, or else sizhui would be doing his best impression of a tomato. (not that he isn't already doing that, but he's less embarrassed now than he would've been if hua cheng had said anything about how nice it is to have sizhui full of his cum.) he exhales a sigh at the kiss, reaching with his one hand to gently stroke hua cheng's chin with his fingertips, the content little smile quirking his lips at the edges widening slightly.]

Perfect, [he murmurs agreeingly, lowering the hand to drift his fingers over hua cheng's chest, over his breastbone and down to his abdomen. sizhui's done pretty well at keeping his kinky side to himself and his partners, which he is proud of, but if anyone had asked, he would openly admit that he's experimented and found things he enjoys; he sees nothing wrong with that and hopes to explore even more with hua cheng, so long as the ghost king is alright with it.

it really is almost like a happy feline. if he were transformed at all, there's a likely chance his animal features would give him away and he wouldn't even mind.]

As you should be. I hope you'll let me hang on to it. [a beat then,] Or would you rather keep it for yourself? I'm fine with that, too.

[ the answer to that comes easily and without hesitation: ]

I made it for you, [ hua cheng says with a low, endeared laugh. ] It's only right that you keep it.

[ although it isn't exactly like hua cheng was raised with manners, or indeed "raised" at all in the traditional sense of the word, even he knows that it would be poor form indeed to give someone a gift only to take it back. and it is a gift, something for sizhui exclusively, made with him in mind—to hua cheng, it makes no sense that the collar be anywhere other than with its owner. ]

Until the next time we see fit to put it to good use, anyway, [ hua cheng says, leaning down so he can nuzzle against the side of sizhui's neck just above where the leather sits. he rolls them both bodily, grinning as they go, until sizhui is on his back and hua cheng can pin him to the mattress, looking disheveled and delighted as he leans down for another kiss. ]

Thank you, I promise to take good care of it.

[sizhui knows exactly where he'll put it, too. there's a dresser in his room with a special drawer and it's already started gathering other things, so it only makes sense to add this lovely collar to his collection. he will take care of it as promised, so hua cheng's hard work won't go to waste.

while he understands the idea of giving someone a gift and not taking it back, he also would've understood if hua cheng wanted to hang on to it for their future play dates. so long as one of them has it, he wouldn't complain, but with it in his own hands, that means being able to wear it whenever he's alone and thinking about hua cheng the whole time. (yes, that is a dirty thought, but sizhui doesn't care, he's allowed such things every now and then.)]

I have a feeling we'll be using it again sooner rather than later. [especially if hua cheng keeps it up. the nuzzle sends a shiver up his spine, has him trembling faintly and tilting his head to expose more neck, at least until hua cheng decides to roll them around. he ends up on his back with a soft oh! and presses himself back somewhat, half-lidded eyes watching hua cheng, a smile creeping across his face at just how handsome he looks like this before it's covered with hua cheng's mouth in a warm, delightful kiss.]

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[unbeknownst to sizhui, his room has been invaded and he's about to be used in a way he's only ever experienced one time before, except this time, he'll be the one doing the fucking rather than the other way around— which will be different but still pleasurable in a way that he hasn't participated in.

there is the feeling of being watched for a moment, though it goes as quickly as it came and when he's moved onto his back again, it happens rather easily, one hand draped across his midsection while the opposite arm raises and rests across his face, his breath a little heavier than it'd been before yet not in a way that seems like he's woken up. his hips jump at the sudden rush of air on his lower-half, a soft, breathy sigh passes his lips then he makes an incoherent-sounding noise whenever wriothesley's hands begin stroking his cock. there's a wriggle in response, but he still sleeps on, humming quietly, his face rubbing against the crook of his elbow.

at least when wriothesley apologizes, he won't have to worry about sizhui being upset; this isn't his first time and it certainly won't be the last, he imagines.]

[Wriothesley watches Sizhui's reactions like a hawk, pupils blown wide as he takes in every bit of the man he was touching. His own cock twitches and aches and he no longer can hold himself back once Sizhui's length was fully hard.

Excitement thrummed to his very core.

Wriothesley moved to straddle the other, lining Sizhui's cock with his wanting hole, before slowly sinking down on the smaller man's length with a shaky exhale. Pleasure bloomed as he feels the aching pleasure of being stretched open. The ecstasy of being filled to the brim.]

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[the cultivator loves it for another reason, which is mostly that people being rough with him means they look at him and don't think he'll break so easily— but the feeling of being alive is another part of the roughness he'd learned about way back when his very first partner had manhandled him against a wall.

while sizhui's also enjoying himself, there's one little thing that he's concerned about: his new anatomy. his body has never been this particular way before and, though he has a feeling wriothesley won't judge him at all, he still feels a little nervous about revealing himself to someone he's only known for a short time. not that he can really think about that whenever wriothesley is grinding against him in such a manner and stroking the base of his tail. it draws a moan deep from his throat, his own hips thrusting in return, rubbing their lower-halves together with more friction rather than retreating like the other part of his mind tells him to do.]

Oh, we've only just begun to touch on brattiness. [his hips move again and he grips wriothesley's hair harder, his head shifting so he can drag his teeth across the shell of his ear before he continues,] I can be a real menace when the time calls for it.

[There's definitely nothing to worry about with how Wriothesley's tail wags and he seems way too keen to enjoy whatever there is to come. If there's anything that Wriothesley will quickly learn, it was that he apparently had very little qualms about the specifics of anatomy.

His breath comes out shaky, feeling enamel graze the sensitive skin of his ear. His hand glides down Sizhui's tail before circling his fingers around part of it and yanking.]

Oh~? A brat needs to be put in place then. Do you think I'm just going to let you act as you please? [His breath comes out warm against Sizhui's neck.] It seems that people haven't been doing well to remind you to be good. It seems I have my work cut out for me...

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Well, [he starts, pausing just long enough to raise a hand, his index finger coming over to tap rinne's lips.] I was thinking about my neck first and then we could see where it goes from there.

[a soft, breathy little sigh passes his lips as his pants come undone, freeing his erection from some of the restrictive material, though it still leaves enough to offer some extra friction as rinne's hand wraps around his cock. his hips jump at the touch, immediately pressing closer, which forces the rest of their bodies to become more flush with each other, too.

if anything, he could wipe the mess on sizhui's shirt and the cultivator won't complain too much, considering that he plans to return to his room after all is said and done.]

That so?

[He chuckles, and now that he's not so keyed up, having already spent himself inside Sizhui's mouth earlier. Since he's not as conscious now of the possibility of being caught, he's more emboldened to do what he wants, tilting his head and lowering it to his neck, so that he can press a feather-light kiss to his neck, so tender that it was almost easy to miss.

In contrast, his fingers work his cock with a little more ease, sliding up and down and squeezing the base. He speaks against his skin, focusing on letting his breath tickle it.]

Ya like when yer neck gets attention, sweetheart?

[and as rinne lowers toward his neck, sizhui tilts, offering him more skin to touch, a faint shiver zippering up his spine once those lips actually reach his neck. tiny goosebumps prickle along his skin too, though those are only spreading across his arms for now, thankfully. it wouldn't do for rinne to get the wrong idea, even if he knows they don't always mean something bad.

his own lips part in a soft, breathy-sounding sigh whenever rinne begins stroking him a little more intently. he can feel himself blushing, but he ignores it in favor of answering,]

Yes, I do. [he rolls his hips for emphasis before continuing,] I like it when many parts of me get attention. [saying his dick isn't necessary in this situation, given the circumstances, so he hopes that one is a bit more obvious than where rinne is tickling his neck.]

We gotta pick a better spot next time then.

[Sadly, unless Sizhui wants to get undressed in public, there's only so much he can give all his attention to. Not that it stops him, of course, from slipping his hand lower to grab his ass, pushing him up into his touch as he continues to stroke his length.

He kisses down his neck, nipping at the juncture that connects to his shoulder even as his hand moves up to the small of his back, chuckling right after.]

I'd give ya lots of attention.

Next time, [he promises, hardly a whisper, a smile upticking his lips at the edges when he considers it. how unfortunate that they're in public or else sizhui would've insisted they go even further than they already have.

to be honest, having his ass grabbed like that while rinne jerks him off is more than enough for what they're doing; the gesture draws a surprised yelp out of him, something that makes him immediately raise a hand between them and clap it over his own mouth, a pitiful attempt at muffling the remnants of the sound he'd just made.

it doesn't help to have rinne start leaving little bites on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, earning more noises which are effectively stifled behind his hand this time, though once he's able to regain some sense of composure, he briefly lowers the hand and:]

You— you're doing a pretty good job already. [or the best they can do when they're trying not to be seen.]

Could do better. Ya sure ya don't want me suckin' you off?

[Not that his hand was that much inferior to his mouth, really. He's got clever fingers, and he handles his cock with ease, squeezing tight at the base to tease him before he picks up speed with his strokes. He continues to squeeze his ass, letting go to push his fingers toward the curve in the center. Something that won't really do anything, not with his pants in the way, but the hint is there.]

If ya got lube on ya, I can even give ya some attention there.

I'm s-sure. [damn his stuttering, but at least it wasn't too terribly bad this time.

he thankfully doesn't have to focus on much else besides rinne's hand on his cock, right up until that other hand shifts and those fingers dip downward, causing sizhui's hips to jump forward abruptly, his lips pressing together to muffle another noise that attempts slipping out. funnily enough, he has learned to carry those single-use lube packets on him, so there's probably one in his pocket if rinne gives him a second to check.]

I might. [then he reaches toward his pockets for a moment, fumbling around until he produces a packet of cherry-flavored lubricant.] Well, isn't that convenient?

[Not that it should be a surprise that people just bring around lube in a place like this, but Rinne is still pleasantly caught off-guard anyway. Well...]

Kyaha~ Someone's ready. Ya really are a naughty lil' bastard, thinkin' bout gettin' hard and needy in the library.

[He grins, pulling his hand back out from his pants and giving him a rough slap on it, before he takes the lube and inspects it. His other hand doesn't even pause, continuing to give him languid strokes that have lost some of its speed, probably to give Sizhui some time to catch his breath, or because he's distracted.]

Cherry, huh? Guess ya popped yers by now. Feelin' sentimental?

[sizhui's cheeks flare, his head lowers and he lifts his left shoulder in a half-shrug, trying to seem nonchalant despite his outward appearance.] I hadn't thought about it until now. [lies. he'd thought about it, but he never considered that he'd be actually doing inappropriate things inside the library.

the smack has him bucking forward again, somehow forcing them even closer, although he didn't think that was possible. he exhales a slow, measured sigh, eyelashes fluttering momentarily before he refocuses on the packet of lube in rinne's hand now, lower lip tucked between his teeth at the slower sensation of his hand; it does help him catch his breath, even if it simply means rinne's distracted by the cherry-flavored lubrication.]

Some years ago, [he remarks, completely serious and no less straightforward when he continues,] It's the only thing they had left at the time.

Oh.

[Uh. Awkward. He isn't sure if he should be fingering him to the tune of this, so he doesn't. Not yet, at least, since he still hasn't opened the packet.

How is he supposed to take that?]

I'm guessin' ya don't mean a creampie.

[whoops? guess he hadn't been expecting sizhui to respond so freely. so, shortly after clearing his throat,]

If I'm feeling sentimental, I'll remember to let you know.

And no... No, I do not. [thanks, rinne, now he's doing his best impression of a tomato, all while looking somewhat confused. had he misspoke? was rinne trying to make a joke and it went right over his head like a lot of jokes do???]

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