[sometimes it feels like he's playing a dangerous game with the man he shares his life with. sometimes xingchen asks him for this and it feels like he could take him apart a little too well...like xue yang would enjoy it a little too much to break him beyond repair if it meant no one else could have him. it makes him tremble, makes him have to hide the way that his hands shake when his boyfriend pins them to the bed. it's what he asked for - it's only what he asked for, and xue yang has done nothing but give him everything he wants.
he needs his intensity. xue yang makes him feel alive when sometimes he just doesn't. sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night, stiff and cold as a corpse, and his boyfriend's biting kisses and tight embrace are the only things that bring feeling back into him.
like now, now, with xue yang on top of him and inside him. not literally, not yet. but xue yang's fingers and teeth feel like they could sink all the way to the marrow. he's possessive, and he's never made any secrets about that. and it's like xingchen knows nothing but to give all of himself in return, body arching against his until the friction starts to make him sweat. he leaves scratches across his skin, whispering xue yang's name over and over again.
there's no reason for him to forget it. but sometimes it feels like he doesn't know it at all.]
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he needs his intensity. xue yang makes him feel alive when sometimes he just doesn't. sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night, stiff and cold as a corpse, and his boyfriend's biting kisses and tight embrace are the only things that bring feeling back into him.
like now, now, with xue yang on top of him and inside him. not literally, not yet. but xue yang's fingers and teeth feel like they could sink all the way to the marrow. he's possessive, and he's never made any secrets about that. and it's like xingchen knows nothing but to give all of himself in return, body arching against his until the friction starts to make him sweat. he leaves scratches across his skin, whispering xue yang's name over and over again.
there's no reason for him to forget it. but sometimes it feels like he doesn't know it at all.]