[ when xie lian shifts position, hua cheng's throat tightens, the sight above him looking like a result of his imagination. how disgraceful, that this beautiful view is familiar in his dreams, when he wakes up drenched in sweat and breathless, his body embracing that desire that he so desperately tries to resist when awake.
but this shard of reality is even more gorgeous that he could ever conjure up with his mind's eye. xie lian is above him, long, silky hair framing his face and cascading around hua cheng like a protection spell. his flushed face is so beautiful, the softness of his eyes drenching his heart in longing. he wants to hold him and kiss him, apologize for the hurt that made his eyes sad.
his whole body shudders, together with his breathing when his face is touched, eyelashes fluttering. the call of his name has his body slightly arch, the shadow of a moan spilling from his red mouth. if xie lian keeps saying it, they risk to both be in trouble. ]
...gege, I am the grateful one-- [ he's about to say more, how he owes everything he is to his master, but xie lian suddenly moves away as if he got burnt and hua cheng feels a deep pang of pain, resonating through his body as if a limb got removed. too abruptly, too soon, and he winces, his soul protesting against the distance.
he keeps laying and looking at him with his mismatched eyes, unable to restrain the sorrow that not having physical contact gives him. his cruel, unnatural red eye appears particularly human. he smiles in return to the other when his head is petted, the low rumble in his throat much alike a purr as gentle fingers move down to his ear. why do they have to be apart when touching feels so good, when it's the way it should be? why does xie lian dislike being held by him?
hua cheng rolls on his side and he reaches out. they're close enough for his large hand to be able to touch the other's ankle where he's just rubbed it, fingertips tracing the dark marks of his shackle. he would prostrate in front of those feet, let himself be the bones they step on to advance. ]
Gege, won't you lie with me? [ his fingers slip under the hem of his robe, slowly rubbing into his calf. ] You can feel it too, how much it hurts... [ his voice is a little raspy, a little breathless, the pain of not being pressed together mingling with the pleasure of his hand on his neck. he can feel himself crumbling, tugged in two opposite directions at once. ]
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but this shard of reality is even more gorgeous that he could ever conjure up with his mind's eye. xie lian is above him, long, silky hair framing his face and cascading around hua cheng like a protection spell. his flushed face is so beautiful, the softness of his eyes drenching his heart in longing. he wants to hold him and kiss him, apologize for the hurt that made his eyes sad.
his whole body shudders, together with his breathing when his face is touched, eyelashes fluttering. the call of his name has his body slightly arch, the shadow of a moan spilling from his red mouth. if xie lian keeps saying it, they risk to both be in trouble. ]
...gege, I am the grateful one-- [ he's about to say more, how he owes everything he is to his master, but xie lian suddenly moves away as if he got burnt and hua cheng feels a deep pang of pain, resonating through his body as if a limb got removed. too abruptly, too soon, and he winces, his soul protesting against the distance.
he keeps laying and looking at him with his mismatched eyes, unable to restrain the sorrow that not having physical contact gives him. his cruel, unnatural red eye appears particularly human. he smiles in return to the other when his head is petted, the low rumble in his throat much alike a purr as gentle fingers move down to his ear. why do they have to be apart when touching feels so good, when it's the way it should be? why does xie lian dislike being held by him?
hua cheng rolls on his side and he reaches out. they're close enough for his large hand to be able to touch the other's ankle where he's just rubbed it, fingertips tracing the dark marks of his shackle. he would prostrate in front of those feet, let himself be the bones they step on to advance. ]
Gege, won't you lie with me? [ his fingers slip under the hem of his robe, slowly rubbing into his calf. ] You can feel it too, how much it hurts... [ his voice is a little raspy, a little breathless, the pain of not being pressed together mingling with the pleasure of his hand on his neck. he can feel himself crumbling, tugged in two opposite directions at once. ]