[xingchen doesn't know why a part of this feels reversed, like he should be the one chasing xue yang. they've taken their turns at it in this life, xue yang stalking him through that club, xingchen finding him in the bathroom after he threatened to rip the tongue out of the nice guy who bought xingchen a drink. and then he found out that that 'nice guy' had slipped something into it when he wasn't looking.
there's a feral streak in xue yang, a comfortableness with violence that's unsettling to most people. but he's always using it for xingchen's sake, never once touching him with it. if xue yang is a knife, xingchen is his sheath.
so when he hears that laughter echoing behind him, it sends a chill up xingchen's spine for all the right reasons. a part of him really wants to reach their apartment, lock the door against him and play a dangerous game of seeing what xue yang does then. he wants the punishment of it so bad that he barely understands it.
his hand is just reaching for the doorknob when xue yang comes up behind him like a force of nature. xingchen's heart is hammering againt his ribs like it wants to break free and keep running. maybe at least one part of him could survive this time. the rest of him is trapped by xue yang's body, his energy. xingchen presses his cheek against the door while he catches his breath.]
Let me go.
[it's softer this time. they're just words. xingchen gasps at the sharpness of his boyfriend's mouth, one hand reaching back to grip his thigh. he's pressing back against him, like a rabbit desperate to be devoured by the wolf.]
Unless you plan on doing something right against this door.
[well...xue yang fucks him where he wants to fuck him, they've been through that before.]
you know what you did!
there's a feral streak in xue yang, a comfortableness with violence that's unsettling to most people. but he's always using it for xingchen's sake, never once touching him with it. if xue yang is a knife, xingchen is his sheath.
so when he hears that laughter echoing behind him, it sends a chill up xingchen's spine for all the right reasons. a part of him really wants to reach their apartment, lock the door against him and play a dangerous game of seeing what xue yang does then. he wants the punishment of it so bad that he barely understands it.
his hand is just reaching for the doorknob when xue yang comes up behind him like a force of nature. xingchen's heart is hammering againt his ribs like it wants to break free and keep running. maybe at least one part of him could survive this time. the rest of him is trapped by xue yang's body, his energy. xingchen presses his cheek against the door while he catches his breath.]
Let me go.
[it's softer this time. they're just words. xingchen gasps at the sharpness of his boyfriend's mouth, one hand reaching back to grip his thigh. he's pressing back against him, like a rabbit desperate to be devoured by the wolf.]
Unless you plan on doing something right against this door.
[well...xue yang fucks him where he wants to fuck him, they've been through that before.]