[ His heart is put more at ease the moment they step back into puqi shrine, feeling the barriers that were set up as comfortable as blankets. Here he's sure nothing can hurt Xie Lian —if he controls himself well enough, that is. Reality flickers away for a moment while he waits for the other to be back and it's a peculiar feeling, because he never needs to rest and so he never dreams, but now his body is extremely tired and dreams appear behind his closed eyelids. Hua Cheng lifts them again at once, not wanting to leave his master even for a moment of sleep.
The moment he's back into the room, the familiar smiles at him as if he hadn't seen him in years and longed for him. He would recognize how he's bordering panic and franticness even if they weren't tied together and Hua Cheng gives an apologetic expression, looking much like a cat asking for something with how soft he is.
Hua Cheng sighs, relieved, when the cloth is dragged against his feverish skin. He never knew cold could bring comfort; he's been on the other side for so long that he doesn't remember anymore how it was like to be hot-blooded. Right now that heat within him is sticky and disgusting, like syrup slowed down his movements and his mind. He hates it, mostly because he hates seeing Xie Lian like this and knowing he's the reason for it.
He would apologize again, but he knows his master doesn't like that, so he only keeps looking at him, the fingers of his closest hand stretching out until he can wrap them gently around the wide sleeve of his forearm. He brings his free hand to his mouth, kisses his palm, quiet reassurance.
His whole body tenses pleasantly when the other reaches out again with his qi, caressing his soul like one would a pet, and with Hua Cheng's struggle with self-control, he makes a pretty but quite shameful noise. He doesn't seem to realize it, eyes lingering on Xie Lian like he's the only thing in this whole, wide world that he can see —and the only thing he wants to eat up.
A blink and that darkness is gone, a surprised but pleased smile stretching his lips when he gets kissed. It's the first time his master takes the initiative to kiss him on the lips, isn't it? Hua Cheng smiles with every fiber of his being, adoring as he looks back at him, forgetting for a moment that he's burning up.
I do not know, gege..., he replies earnestly, looking away, dejected. He did lose control before, but they weren't tied together like this back then, and he could allow himself to do it. Today he doesn't know what he'd do... Touching and being close to Xie Lian might fix it with time, but that would feed another side of him, the all-devouring monster. He wants him so much, the bond whispers in his ear to get closer every waking moment: without enough energy to control that, what would he do?
Maybe if we take a bath..., he suggests without looking at Xie Lian out of shame. Being close to you like that first night... maybe it could balance things out., but the truth is that he doesn't know himself either. At least he's suggesting he's to be naked but Xie Lian can keep his inner vest, like during that first night.
But gege has to promise: you'll reject me and bind me if I start doing... improper things., his brows give a decisive sharpness to his gaze as he looks at the other. You know... what's inside of me, he sighs, sheepish. Their souls are so close that's impossible for Xie Lian not to have noticed Hua Cheng's lust. ]
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The moment he's back into the room, the familiar smiles at him as if he hadn't seen him in years and longed for him. He would recognize how he's bordering panic and franticness even if they weren't tied together and Hua Cheng gives an apologetic expression, looking much like a cat asking for something with how soft he is.
Hua Cheng sighs, relieved, when the cloth is dragged against his feverish skin. He never knew cold could bring comfort; he's been on the other side for so long that he doesn't remember anymore how it was like to be hot-blooded. Right now that heat within him is sticky and disgusting, like syrup slowed down his movements and his mind. He hates it, mostly because he hates seeing Xie Lian like this and knowing he's the reason for it.
He would apologize again, but he knows his master doesn't like that, so he only keeps looking at him, the fingers of his closest hand stretching out until he can wrap them gently around the wide sleeve of his forearm. He brings his free hand to his mouth, kisses his palm, quiet reassurance.
His whole body tenses pleasantly when the other reaches out again with his qi, caressing his soul like one would a pet, and with Hua Cheng's struggle with self-control, he makes a pretty but quite shameful noise. He doesn't seem to realize it, eyes lingering on Xie Lian like he's the only thing in this whole, wide world that he can see —and the only thing he wants to eat up.
A blink and that darkness is gone, a surprised but pleased smile stretching his lips when he gets kissed. It's the first time his master takes the initiative to kiss him on the lips, isn't it? Hua Cheng smiles with every fiber of his being, adoring as he looks back at him, forgetting for a moment that he's burning up.
I do not know, gege..., he replies earnestly, looking away, dejected. He did lose control before, but they weren't tied together like this back then, and he could allow himself to do it. Today he doesn't know what he'd do... Touching and being close to Xie Lian might fix it with time, but that would feed another side of him, the all-devouring monster. He wants him so much, the bond whispers in his ear to get closer every waking moment: without enough energy to control that, what would he do?
Maybe if we take a bath..., he suggests without looking at Xie Lian out of shame. Being close to you like that first night... maybe it could balance things out., but the truth is that he doesn't know himself either. At least he's suggesting he's to be naked but Xie Lian can keep his inner vest, like during that first night.
But gege has to promise: you'll reject me and bind me if I start doing... improper things., his brows give a decisive sharpness to his gaze as he looks at the other. You know... what's inside of me, he sighs, sheepish. Their souls are so close that's impossible for Xie Lian not to have noticed Hua Cheng's lust. ]