[ yingxing had demanded the divorce because of his love for jing yuan, because he felt with all of his heart that his dearest one deserved so much better than him, than a convicted killer, someone with blood on their hands and poisoned bones. thankfully jing yuan had been stubborn enough for the both of them, clinging onto the shattered remains of their love and never letting go.
jing yuan chases the kiss, and he is more than happy to give it, to kiss him again, and again, soft and gentle, one hand caressing jing yuan's back, the other rubbing tenderly at his scalp. ]
Marry me, then. [ he whispers, nudging their noses together. ] Be mine again.
Ask properly. On one knee and all that. The way I proposed to you.
( the glimmer of the brat can be seen, because jing yuan's smile is wicked in between kisses. he darts forward to nip his bottom lip, hands coming to knead and fondle his pecs to tease his nipples.
he licks over where he'd nipped, his smile becoming warmer, more tender, one reserved just for him. ) Should we invite our friends to the reception again?
[ but jing yuan deserves nothing less. with a soft smile, he slips his hand deeper into that thick hair, scratching at his scalp the way that he knows jing yuan likes it. the attention to his chest has him purring, nipples pebbling beneath jing yuan's thumbs, his eyelids dropping low. ]
( his kisses trail down from his lips to his throat, down and down to lick his clavicle before his mouth finds a nipple, soothing away the little pinches. pleased when yingxing massages his scalp the way he likes, he hums softly at that observation.
... well, yes. )
Only the ones who are still our friends. There are more of them than you think. Even your master...
[ jing yuan's mouth closes over his sensitive nipple, and yingxing groans low, arching, his hands sliding down jing yuan's back and up again, slipping into his thick hair.
huaiyan.. he would have thought that he had disappointed the old man so thoroughly that he would never want to hear his name again, let alone see his face. so much had changed. he'd killed a man with his bare hands. how could his master forgive that? forgive him? he doesn't want to think about it right now, he just wants to think about jing yuan. ]
Mm, and I'll take you to bed that night and make love to you until morning.
( jing yuan doesn't stop, relentless in his affection as he suckles his nipple, making wet, sinful little sounds.
he's enthralled by his lover's body, hands smoothing over his sternum, up his chest, then down his hips to curl around his cock lovingly. he knows what yingxing is likely to be thinking, but he wants to distract him from it — what's done is done, the damage wrought; all that is left is to continue moving onward, to pick up the pieces. he shifts, pulling up so that he can meet him in the eye, gaze searching.
his gaze is warm, and he leads him right to the memory instead of the awful things that's happened between them since. no, there is always hope for them both. )
Like the first time we got married. ( he laughs softly. ) I fell asleep during the third round, though. Remember? And we were so loud, they had to give us a suite.
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[ yingxing had demanded the divorce because of his love for jing yuan, because he felt with all of his heart that his dearest one deserved so much better than him, than a convicted killer, someone with blood on their hands and poisoned bones. thankfully jing yuan had been stubborn enough for the both of them, clinging onto the shattered remains of their love and never letting go.
jing yuan chases the kiss, and he is more than happy to give it, to kiss him again, and again, soft and gentle, one hand caressing jing yuan's back, the other rubbing tenderly at his scalp. ]
Marry me, then. [ he whispers, nudging their noses together. ] Be mine again.
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( the glimmer of the brat can be seen, because jing yuan's smile is wicked in between kisses. he darts forward to nip his bottom lip, hands coming to knead and fondle his pecs to tease his nipples.
he licks over where he'd nipped, his smile becoming warmer, more tender, one reserved just for him. ) Should we invite our friends to the reception again?
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[ but jing yuan deserves nothing less. with a soft smile, he slips his hand deeper into that thick hair, scratching at his scalp the way that he knows jing yuan likes it. the attention to his chest has him purring, nipples pebbling beneath jing yuan's thumbs, his eyelids dropping low. ]
I'm not sure they would approve..
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( his kisses trail down from his lips to his throat, down and down to lick his clavicle before his mouth finds a nipple, soothing away the little pinches. pleased when yingxing massages his scalp the way he likes, he hums softly at that observation.
... well, yes. )
Only the ones who are still our friends. There are more of them than you think. Even your master...
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huaiyan.. he would have thought that he had disappointed the old man so thoroughly that he would never want to hear his name again, let alone see his face. so much had changed. he'd killed a man with his bare hands. how could his master forgive that? forgive him? he doesn't want to think about it right now, he just wants to think about jing yuan. ]
Mm, and I'll take you to bed that night and make love to you until morning.
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he's enthralled by his lover's body, hands smoothing over his sternum, up his chest, then down his hips to curl around his cock lovingly. he knows what yingxing is likely to be thinking, but he wants to distract him from it — what's done is done, the damage wrought; all that is left is to continue moving onward, to pick up the pieces. he shifts, pulling up so that he can meet him in the eye, gaze searching.
his gaze is warm, and he leads him right to the memory instead of the awful things that's happened between them since. no, there is always hope for them both. )
Like the first time we got married. ( he laughs softly. ) I fell asleep during the third round, though. Remember? And we were so loud, they had to give us a suite.