( as it is dizzying for hua cheng so too is it dizzying for xie lian, overwhelms him and despite his intrinsic strength, feels weakness in his knees and a stutter in his breath. hua cheng is too generous, but xie lian is not a slow learner; too not accept what he wishes to give equates to rejection or perceived as such. so even though he feels his heart first stop then race as his hands are placed on hua cheng's chest, he does not remove them. instead, hyper aware of both hua cheng's audible tone as well as the sensations through their link, he slides his palms and tapered fingers up along either side of his neck, and then up to his face, cradling him as though he is precious; because he is. )
And I am yours. San Lang. Xiao Hua. ( going up on the fronts of his feet, xie lian dares press a kiss to the corner of hua cheng's mouth where he speaks like a secret and a confession and a promise all at once, ) Hua Cheng. ( for although 'san lang' is his preferred way of called, "true" names have power. it has always been so. they also have meaning. invisible, the red string binding them together may seem to tighten, give even the no-longer living a phantom feeling of breath stolen and a heart beating too fast. perhaps it is the echo of xie lian's own, seeking home inside hua cheng's chest not so different than the ring resting safely against xie lian's own. still almost on his toes, xie lian lowers his face to press it against the side of hua cheng's neck, the blink of his eyes dragging his lashes against his skin damp from the bath's steam. the hands on his face have lowered only so he can loop his arms around his middle instead, which draws their bodies flush.
to have hurt hua cheng, however inadvertently, thinking he was doing the right thing, is still a grave error on his part in his own eyes. to ensure hua cheng feels his love is fully mutual, that he is more than enough for xie lian, the twice shackled fallen will do all he can.
even for one with all luck dispelled, bereft of magic, hua cheng makes him feel quite fortunate. the perhaps too gentle kiss just below his ear is almost contradicted by the deluge of affection that floods their bond, as if xie lian were an unending well of love, and in this moment it is completely given. )
[ Hua Cheng's breath stutters, eyes heavy as he nuzzles into those warm hands much like his cat counterpart, greedy for every warm touch, as if he wanted to make up for all the softness he missed for days in just the matter of a minute. His long fingers are curled around the other's forearms, pale snakes that don't mean to let go ever again, matching Ruoye when the other isn't around.
There's a noise that leaves his parted red lips when Xie Lian echoes his words, for he didn't expect it --it is obvious that he belongs to his master, but for his master to be his...? His fingertips spasm, pressing deeper into smooth flesh and, where Hua Cheng feels the echo of a quick heartbeat and shortness of breath that aren't his own, Xie Lian will receive a sudden tightness of chest, as if his heart was being squeezed, too full of adoration to contain it all. ]
Gege... [ He calls, breathless, at that little kiss, but he finds a noise too akin a husky moan tumbling out of his mouth when his real name is called. He can feel the pleasure of it reverberating through his very bones, making him dizzy to the point he has to close his eyes for a long moment. He's desperately in love, and his body moves on its own, trembling when Xie Lian takes the initiative to hold him and snuggle so close, filling the gap that had been so wide and so cold these long, endless days.
His arms wind around his shoulders, a large hand cradling the back of his head to keep him in place against his neck, keep him warm and safe. He buries his nose in his hair, breathes him in because it's the only oxygen he needs. ] Dianxia...
[ He presses a soft peck to the parting of his locks, but like the one to his ear, it's just the tip of the well; there's an infinite depth of fondness below, poured into his beloved. He could hold him like that forever, melt into him.
He decides to step back only once he feels that Xie Lian's skin is growing increasingly colder; after all the rain they soaked, the contact with Hua Cheng isn't bound to help, for the ghost doesn't carry much warmth.
Just a step between them and the familiar takes his pants off without feigning any modesty. ] I'll step in first and you can fit against me. It's bound to be more comfortable like that. [ He offers cheekily, not waiting for a reply before making it into the small tub and sitting down. Long legs part and he invites the other in like it's the simplest thing in the world. ]
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And I am yours. San Lang. Xiao Hua. ( going up on the fronts of his feet, xie lian dares press a kiss to the corner of hua cheng's mouth where he speaks like a secret and a confession and a promise all at once, ) Hua Cheng. ( for although 'san lang' is his preferred way of called, "true" names have power. it has always been so. they also have meaning. invisible, the red string binding them together may seem to tighten, give even the no-longer living a phantom feeling of breath stolen and a heart beating too fast. perhaps it is the echo of xie lian's own, seeking home inside hua cheng's chest not so different than the ring resting safely against xie lian's own. still almost on his toes, xie lian lowers his face to press it against the side of hua cheng's neck, the blink of his eyes dragging his lashes against his skin damp from the bath's steam. the hands on his face have lowered only so he can loop his arms around his middle instead, which draws their bodies flush.
to have hurt hua cheng, however inadvertently, thinking he was doing the right thing, is still a grave error on his part in his own eyes. to ensure hua cheng feels his love is fully mutual, that he is more than enough for xie lian, the twice shackled fallen will do all he can.
even for one with all luck dispelled, bereft of magic, hua cheng makes him feel quite fortunate. the perhaps too gentle kiss just below his ear is almost contradicted by the deluge of affection that floods their bond, as if xie lian were an unending well of love, and in this moment it is completely given. )
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There's a noise that leaves his parted red lips when Xie Lian echoes his words, for he didn't expect it --it is obvious that he belongs to his master, but for his master to be his...? His fingertips spasm, pressing deeper into smooth flesh and, where Hua Cheng feels the echo of a quick heartbeat and shortness of breath that aren't his own, Xie Lian will receive a sudden tightness of chest, as if his heart was being squeezed, too full of adoration to contain it all. ]
Gege... [ He calls, breathless, at that little kiss, but he finds a noise too akin a husky moan tumbling out of his mouth when his real name is called. He can feel the pleasure of it reverberating through his very bones, making him dizzy to the point he has to close his eyes for a long moment. He's desperately in love, and his body moves on its own, trembling when Xie Lian takes the initiative to hold him and snuggle so close, filling the gap that had been so wide and so cold these long, endless days.
His arms wind around his shoulders, a large hand cradling the back of his head to keep him in place against his neck, keep him warm and safe. He buries his nose in his hair, breathes him in because it's the only oxygen he needs. ] Dianxia...
[ He presses a soft peck to the parting of his locks, but like the one to his ear, it's just the tip of the well; there's an infinite depth of fondness below, poured into his beloved. He could hold him like that forever, melt into him.
He decides to step back only once he feels that Xie Lian's skin is growing increasingly colder; after all the rain they soaked, the contact with Hua Cheng isn't bound to help, for the ghost doesn't carry much warmth.
Just a step between them and the familiar takes his pants off without feigning any modesty. ] I'll step in first and you can fit against me. It's bound to be more comfortable like that. [ He offers cheekily, not waiting for a reply before making it into the small tub and sitting down. Long legs part and he invites the other in like it's the simplest thing in the world. ]