( it takes less than a second for xie lian to melt into hua cheng's touch, the kiss that becomes many kisses making his head spin. his eyes flutter open, then closed, gasping in any moment of pause. with someone else it would send xie lian into an incredibly guarded and defensive state, but hua cheng leans over him, presses down, and all xie lian wants to do is open up for him; a flower in bloom more fitting his familiar's name than his own. )
Hua Cheng ah —
( his name slips out of swollen red lips more a moan than speaking, both of xie lian's arms coming up over his shoulders in a lover's embrace as if he is now the one afraid of any distance between them. their noses brush. xie lian's mouth clumsily touches to his, less about being chaste and more being too disoriented to be more graceful. he just wants and doesn't know how to say it or even what it is. his body feels like there is a red string binding him around his legs, his waist, his chest, his arms, his throat, making him parched, making him desperate, making everything feel — )
Hua Cheng.
( his name like a spell, like 'i love you', like a plea. xie lian's voice breaks. one hand has fisted in that long dark hair, trembling. the other curls white knuckled at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. beneath him, xie lian lies pliant from heat and rigid from exhaustive want all at once, legs parted to let hua cheng rest that much closer to him. it goes against every single teaching, but xie lian's magic has been sealed off for a long, long time except for the little he can borrow. ruoye, having curled like a displeased cat on a nearby nightstand, is a different entity. and over time, xie lian has persisted in both his prison of long-livedness, agelessness, by virtue of perseverance itself and an unparalleled mastery of his qi. even without his magic, in many ways, he is not an easy target, or would not have been were it not for the dispelling of any of his fortune as well. bad luck does seem to find him more often than not.
but not this time.
taking in the black cat xiao hua felt like a blessing, and now under the protective warmth and weight of hua cheng, it feels even truer. it is only in feeling mysteriously safe and whole, soft sounds of need muffled into hua cheng's jaw or throat, that xie lian even vaguely recognizes — if only for a moment — how incomplete he felt before. so now, as close as they are, it is all but impossible to resist the pull, their own natural gravity towards each other. )
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Hua Cheng ah —
( his name slips out of swollen red lips more a moan than speaking, both of xie lian's arms coming up over his shoulders in a lover's embrace as if he is now the one afraid of any distance between them. their noses brush. xie lian's mouth clumsily touches to his, less about being chaste and more being too disoriented to be more graceful. he just wants and doesn't know how to say it or even what it is. his body feels like there is a red string binding him around his legs, his waist, his chest, his arms, his throat, making him parched, making him desperate, making everything feel — )
Hua Cheng.
( his name like a spell, like 'i love you', like a plea. xie lian's voice breaks. one hand has fisted in that long dark hair, trembling. the other curls white knuckled at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. beneath him, xie lian lies pliant from heat and rigid from exhaustive want all at once, legs parted to let hua cheng rest that much closer to him. it goes against every single teaching, but xie lian's magic has been sealed off for a long, long time except for the little he can borrow. ruoye, having curled like a displeased cat on a nearby nightstand, is a different entity. and over time, xie lian has persisted in both his prison of long-livedness, agelessness, by virtue of perseverance itself and an unparalleled mastery of his qi. even without his magic, in many ways, he is not an easy target, or would not have been were it not for the dispelling of any of his fortune as well. bad luck does seem to find him more often than not.
but not this time.
taking in the black cat xiao hua felt like a blessing, and now under the protective warmth and weight of hua cheng, it feels even truer. it is only in feeling mysteriously safe and whole, soft sounds of need muffled into hua cheng's jaw or throat, that xie lian even vaguely recognizes — if only for a moment — how incomplete he felt before. so now, as close as they are, it is all but impossible to resist the pull, their own natural gravity towards each other. )