[ it's something primal, something deeper than marrow, older than the atoms that are clustered together to make him a being, the urge to chase. to hunt. to have. something that has been etched into his bones for as long as he has been is the urge to chase Xingchen. he has been chasing him since he saw him in that club all those eons ago (chasing him since he saw him, too pure and too good in another lifetime), and it flares wicked bright and burning when his boyfriend steps back from him.
(there should be fear there, something unsteady lingering in the smile, the lines of his eyes, Xue Yang thinks. not this playful, wanting thing that makes his stomach swoop and ribs crackle.)
he holds up his hand, phone curled in his grip as he sets a timer.]
Won't move till the alarm goes, promise.
[ the urge flares all the brighter as soon as Xingchen turns and bolts. Xue Yang's whole body lurching with the need to chaseruncashcatchtear but he stops himself. knows that no matter how swift Xingchen is, how fast he is, he doesn't know the streets quite like Xue Yang.
(a small voice says he will run away, will seek the mountains he came from, the arms of someone more stable, will seek--
no. Xue Yang will flatten the mountains if he has to, will cut off the arms of anyone that dares.)
when the alarm goes, he doesn't hold back. goes full tilt with a laugh that echoes in the shadows and between the buildings, steady and bright and constant.
('you don't deserve him'. yeah, well fuck you too, he will deserve him. will prove it.)
Xingchen almost makes it into the apartment, makes it to the door, but Xue Yang doesn't quite takes stairs like a normal person and comes up behind, fast and hard. laugh sharply as his body presses Xingchen between the door and his chest, arms braced on either side of his face while he hides his triumph against the curve of Xingchen's neck.]
You've gotten faster, or were you trying that hard to get away from me? To get home? [ there is a sharpness beneath the words he won't name, so he doesn't wait for an answer. just bites at the knobs of Xingchen's spine hard enough to leave a bloom of red before he kisses is gently, one arm moving down to wrap around his torso. mumbles words against his sweat damn skin as he pushes closer.] Almost made it. Not fast enough.
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why. what have u to be mad at. really. wow : D also how dare u with that coffin line wow
Date: 2020-01-20 02:37 am (UTC)(there should be fear there, something unsteady lingering in the smile, the lines of his eyes, Xue Yang thinks. not this playful, wanting thing that makes his stomach swoop and ribs crackle.)
he holds up his hand, phone curled in his grip as he sets a timer.]
Won't move till the alarm goes, promise.
[ the urge flares all the brighter as soon as Xingchen turns and bolts. Xue Yang's whole body lurching with the need to chaseruncashcatchtear but he stops himself. knows that no matter how swift Xingchen is, how fast he is, he doesn't know the streets quite like Xue Yang.
(a small voice says he will run away, will seek the mountains he came from, the arms of someone more stable, will seek--
no. Xue Yang will flatten the mountains if he has to, will cut off the arms of anyone that dares.)
when the alarm goes, he doesn't hold back. goes full tilt with a laugh that echoes in the shadows and between the buildings, steady and bright and constant.
('you don't deserve him'. yeah, well fuck you too, he will deserve him. will prove it.)
Xingchen almost makes it into the apartment, makes it to the door, but Xue Yang doesn't quite takes stairs like a normal person and comes up behind, fast and hard. laugh sharply as his body presses Xingchen between the door and his chest, arms braced on either side of his face while he hides his triumph against the curve of Xingchen's neck.]
You've gotten faster, or were you trying that hard to get away from me? To get home? [ there is a sharpness beneath the words he won't name, so he doesn't wait for an answer. just bites at the knobs of Xingchen's spine hard enough to leave a bloom of red before he kisses is gently, one arm moving down to wrap around his torso. mumbles words against his sweat damn skin as he pushes closer.] Almost made it. Not fast enough.