Never, you are not someone I can tire of, you are stuck with me for a long while yet.
[ the words are quiet, muttered as Xue Yang presses a kiss to Xingchen's temple, lips lingering there as they walk. he knows that, time and time again, he has always been enraptured by the other. blinded by him just a littler perhaps (there is, for him, no other light. just Xingchen, always Xingchen). there is comfort however in how he is held a little tighter, as if Xue Yang might actually get bored, would be able to walk away.
it makes him laugh, bright and wild as always, while they walk towards the bakery.
he has been taken from Xingchen in golden rope, has been torn from him by steel swords, and he still came back. Xue Yang refuses to leave (what good was a light without the dark, after all? what good is a light if there is nothing else to see?), to let this be taken from him again.
which is why his first thought upon hearing someone offered his boyfriend dance lessons is that he has some legs to break. there is no way that was offered up as anything other than a come on. his grip tightens, probably to the point of bruising, smile curling into something dangerous (something that everyone else sees, everyone but Xingchen) before he manages to control it.]
Oh? And which volunteer was this?
[ he even sounds nonchalant about it.
that is until there are fingertips on his jaw and that voice, soft and promising in his ears. 'dance for you'. that-- almost makes him consider it. knows how graceful, how beautiful Xingchen is usually, how it could be more, but-- he turns his face, leaves a kiss and then a faint bite against the fingertip.]
Dance, mm? Maybe we could go together?
[ then Xingchen could learn, and he-- he could remind some more people just who this gorgeous creature belonged to. ]
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[ the words are quiet, muttered as Xue Yang presses a kiss to Xingchen's temple, lips lingering there as they walk. he knows that, time and time again, he has always been enraptured by the other. blinded by him just a littler perhaps (there is, for him, no other light. just Xingchen, always Xingchen). there is comfort however in how he is held a little tighter, as if Xue Yang might actually get bored, would be able to walk away.
it makes him laugh, bright and wild as always, while they walk towards the bakery.
he has been taken from Xingchen in golden rope, has been torn from him by steel swords, and he still came back. Xue Yang refuses to leave (what good was a light without the dark, after all? what good is a light if there is nothing else to see?), to let this be taken from him again.
which is why his first thought upon hearing someone offered his boyfriend dance lessons is that he has some legs to break. there is no way that was offered up as anything other than a come on. his grip tightens, probably to the point of bruising, smile curling into something dangerous (something that everyone else sees, everyone but Xingchen) before he manages to control it.]
Oh? And which volunteer was this?
[ he even sounds nonchalant about it.
that is until there are fingertips on his jaw and that voice, soft and promising in his ears. 'dance for you'. that-- almost makes him consider it. knows how graceful, how beautiful Xingchen is usually, how it could be more, but-- he turns his face, leaves a kiss and then a faint bite against the fingertip.]
Dance, mm? Maybe we could go together?
[ then Xingchen could learn, and he-- he could remind some more people just who this gorgeous creature belonged to. ]