band au - morning after;
[ the previous night's concert had been excellent, it always is, but even still. the energy had been incredible, and the nights after a concert ends are always incredible for the three of them, all of them high on the feeling, on adrenaline and the cheers of the audience. they'd been up for half the night, lost in each others arms, drinking and celebrating and fucking like teenagers, laughing all the while.
morning dawns, and yingxing shifts beneath the blankets, grunting as he rolls onto his side. one half of the bed is cold, dan feng having already left for his morning routines with jingliu - no matter how late they stay up, or how much they drink, he's always diligent about waking early and seeing to his responsibilities. yingxing and jing yuan? less so. jing yuan would happily sleep the afternoon away, and yingxing, head pounding and exhausted, is too grouchy to be assed to do a single thing besides remaining in bed with his lovers. or lover, in this case, for the other half of the bed is still warm.
with a lazy grin, yingxing presses against jing yuan's naked back, one arm sliding around his middle, his chin hooking over jing yuan's shoulder. he hums, pressing a line of kisses up his throat, nuzzling behind his ear. ]
Still asleep?
[ he murmurs, soft and syrupy, knowing full well that jing yuan is, in fact, still asleep. at least he was, before yingxing began getting into his business. maybe he's waking up, now. his hand slides over jing yuan's abdomen, tracing planes of muscle, his teeth scraping the shell of his lover's ear. ]
morning dawns, and yingxing shifts beneath the blankets, grunting as he rolls onto his side. one half of the bed is cold, dan feng having already left for his morning routines with jingliu - no matter how late they stay up, or how much they drink, he's always diligent about waking early and seeing to his responsibilities. yingxing and jing yuan? less so. jing yuan would happily sleep the afternoon away, and yingxing, head pounding and exhausted, is too grouchy to be assed to do a single thing besides remaining in bed with his lovers. or lover, in this case, for the other half of the bed is still warm.
with a lazy grin, yingxing presses against jing yuan's naked back, one arm sliding around his middle, his chin hooking over jing yuan's shoulder. he hums, pressing a line of kisses up his throat, nuzzling behind his ear. ]
Still asleep?
[ he murmurs, soft and syrupy, knowing full well that jing yuan is, in fact, still asleep. at least he was, before yingxing began getting into his business. maybe he's waking up, now. his hand slides over jing yuan's abdomen, tracing planes of muscle, his teeth scraping the shell of his lover's ear. ]
band au;
[ yingxing exhales hard.
his ears still ring with the music, his blood thrumming with excitement. for all the years that highcloud has been together now, he never really tires of this work. he loves what he does, loves his bandmates no matter how often they butt heads, loves everything about their music. it's hard work, exhausting even at the best of times, and there are certainly many downsides to fame and celebrity status, but this.. playing together, making music, performing, he's passionate about it. the riches and fame are secondary to doing what he loves.
they're halfway through their rehearsal now, splitting up to take a break and rehydrate, and it's as he's guzzling down some water from a bottle that yingxing spots dan heng, dan feng's quiet, elusive little brother.
they've met before, but only briefly, only in passing. while dan heng is supportive of his brother and the band, he's a bit of a recluse, and he's never really gone out of his way to interact with any of them beyond dan feng - so what's he doing here right now? yingxing can't resist the urge to pester him, not when he knows he might not get the chance to again for some time now.
so, wiping sweat from his brow, yingxing wanders toward the table where dan heng has set up shop, surrounded by books and papers, lit by the glow of his laptop and tablet. ]
Long time no see.
[ entirely uninvited, yingxing pulls up a seat across from dan heng, straddling it backwards, leaning his forearms on the back of the steel chair. his hair is wild and his skin is flushed and dewy with sweat, adrenaline still pumping, his grin broad and easy. ]
Surprised you can concentrate with all this noise.
his ears still ring with the music, his blood thrumming with excitement. for all the years that highcloud has been together now, he never really tires of this work. he loves what he does, loves his bandmates no matter how often they butt heads, loves everything about their music. it's hard work, exhausting even at the best of times, and there are certainly many downsides to fame and celebrity status, but this.. playing together, making music, performing, he's passionate about it. the riches and fame are secondary to doing what he loves.
they're halfway through their rehearsal now, splitting up to take a break and rehydrate, and it's as he's guzzling down some water from a bottle that yingxing spots dan heng, dan feng's quiet, elusive little brother.
they've met before, but only briefly, only in passing. while dan heng is supportive of his brother and the band, he's a bit of a recluse, and he's never really gone out of his way to interact with any of them beyond dan feng - so what's he doing here right now? yingxing can't resist the urge to pester him, not when he knows he might not get the chance to again for some time now.
so, wiping sweat from his brow, yingxing wanders toward the table where dan heng has set up shop, surrounded by books and papers, lit by the glow of his laptop and tablet. ]
Long time no see.
[ entirely uninvited, yingxing pulls up a seat across from dan heng, straddling it backwards, leaning his forearms on the back of the steel chair. his hair is wild and his skin is flushed and dewy with sweat, adrenaline still pumping, his grin broad and easy. ]
Surprised you can concentrate with all this noise.
my girl;
[ rooming with dan heng has certainly been.. interesting. the two of them could not be more different. while dan heng is studious and reserved, ren is bold, enjoys parties, is confident and forward. she does plenty well in her classes, excelling especially in the more hands-on workshops, but she does not necessarily take her schooling seriously. she wants to work with her hands, after all, she doesn't need to attend university, but her grandfather insisted on it, if only to give her the opportunity to make friends and network in the fields she's interested in. it never hurts to have a degree, no matter what work you want to go into.
so here she is, to make grandpa huaiyan happy.
it's not so bad. dan heng is a good roommate, she's quiet and neat and doesn't infringe on ren's space, even if she's declined every invitation to every party that's ever been extended. ah, well.
the worst part, really, is that dan heng is distractingly cute, with her sweet little mouth and adorable button nose, her large, lovely eyes and soft hair.. she's all but irresistible. and so ren teases, and she flirts, and she does everything she can to make dan heng go pink in the face, partly to rile her up, partly to test the waters, and feel out her interest. she knows well how to tell when someone is interested in her, when they're open to her advances, and dan heng is absolutely as into ren as ren is into her, but she holds out, stubbornly.
that doesn't keep ren from trying. she continues to invite dan heng to parties, makes excuses to touch her - to play with her hair or lean against her or rub her shoulders, and she makes a point to be unabashedly shameless about her own nudity, parading to and from the bathroom in various states of undress. all of it seems to fluster dan heng, but she never budges.
tonight, ren will attempt a more direct approach. it's just after midnight, the room is dark and warm, comfortable, the sound of the rain on the roof above a comfort. slipping from beneath her covers, ren strides across the space between their beds to invade dan heng's, sliding comfortably beneath the blankets as if she belongs there. her pajamas are hardly modest - nothing but a tight tank top and black panties, leaving her legs bare as she gently pushes her knee between dan heng's thighs, and presses up against her back, the thin fabric of her top all that separates them. ren's full breasts push against dan heng's shoulderblades, and she smiles as she slips her arms around her, hooking her chin over dan heng's shoulder. ]
Mm.. I can't sleep.
so here she is, to make grandpa huaiyan happy.
it's not so bad. dan heng is a good roommate, she's quiet and neat and doesn't infringe on ren's space, even if she's declined every invitation to every party that's ever been extended. ah, well.
the worst part, really, is that dan heng is distractingly cute, with her sweet little mouth and adorable button nose, her large, lovely eyes and soft hair.. she's all but irresistible. and so ren teases, and she flirts, and she does everything she can to make dan heng go pink in the face, partly to rile her up, partly to test the waters, and feel out her interest. she knows well how to tell when someone is interested in her, when they're open to her advances, and dan heng is absolutely as into ren as ren is into her, but she holds out, stubbornly.
that doesn't keep ren from trying. she continues to invite dan heng to parties, makes excuses to touch her - to play with her hair or lean against her or rub her shoulders, and she makes a point to be unabashedly shameless about her own nudity, parading to and from the bathroom in various states of undress. all of it seems to fluster dan heng, but she never budges.
tonight, ren will attempt a more direct approach. it's just after midnight, the room is dark and warm, comfortable, the sound of the rain on the roof above a comfort. slipping from beneath her covers, ren strides across the space between their beds to invade dan heng's, sliding comfortably beneath the blankets as if she belongs there. her pajamas are hardly modest - nothing but a tight tank top and black panties, leaving her legs bare as she gently pushes her knee between dan heng's thighs, and presses up against her back, the thin fabric of her top all that separates them. ren's full breasts push against dan heng's shoulderblades, and she smiles as she slips her arms around her, hooking her chin over dan heng's shoulder. ]
Mm.. I can't sleep.
your likeness in charcoal;
[ for all the classes that yingxing has taught and attended, he has seen plenty of models, plenty of beautiful models, but none of them have been quite as arresting as this one.
but he's professional enough to focus on his work, on his paper and charcoal as the vidyadara fluidly shifts positions, posing in two, five, and seven minute increments consecutively. most of the models for the university are repeat volunteers, so yingxing knows their faces, their voices, knows their bodies and their styles of posing, the nature of their elegant movements, but this is a new face. he'd not have forgotten a man like this. yingxing's hand flies across the newsprint paper, capturing the model's likeness in smooth charcoal, in soft line and sweeping gesture, his gaze critical as he studies every inch of him, from his slim, extended fingers, to the shapely long legs, the natural light from the large windows capturing every shape in soft, beautiful clarity.
and yingxing records it all, carving the model's likeness in charcoal and conte crayon, the dragon coming alive with each and every stroke of his hand. pose after pose pass, and yingxing finds himself swept up in the moment, captivated by the model's every dignified movement, by the cool dispassion in those seafoam eyes, by the shimmering reflection off of his long, serpentine tail, and the slight crease in that otherwise flawless brow.
the class all but flies by, and yingxing is thankful that he didn't have to instruct this one, it allowed him to focus entirely on his work, on capturing this beautiful model in all of his exquisite glory, positively entranced. after the charcoal off of his hands with a rag, yingxing hangs back, glancing over his work as the students filter out, and the model rearranges himself in preparation to leave. yingxing is not a shy man, but he hesitates to approach, mostly due to the fact that the model seems significantly younger than him - a student of the university, perhaps? - and the last thing he wants is to come off as a lecherous creep. but gods, he's impeccable, and yingxing can't help but hope for the opportunity to be able to sketch him again.
so he smiles from behind his easel, while he stows his charcoal away. ]
First time?
but he's professional enough to focus on his work, on his paper and charcoal as the vidyadara fluidly shifts positions, posing in two, five, and seven minute increments consecutively. most of the models for the university are repeat volunteers, so yingxing knows their faces, their voices, knows their bodies and their styles of posing, the nature of their elegant movements, but this is a new face. he'd not have forgotten a man like this. yingxing's hand flies across the newsprint paper, capturing the model's likeness in smooth charcoal, in soft line and sweeping gesture, his gaze critical as he studies every inch of him, from his slim, extended fingers, to the shapely long legs, the natural light from the large windows capturing every shape in soft, beautiful clarity.
and yingxing records it all, carving the model's likeness in charcoal and conte crayon, the dragon coming alive with each and every stroke of his hand. pose after pose pass, and yingxing finds himself swept up in the moment, captivated by the model's every dignified movement, by the cool dispassion in those seafoam eyes, by the shimmering reflection off of his long, serpentine tail, and the slight crease in that otherwise flawless brow.
the class all but flies by, and yingxing is thankful that he didn't have to instruct this one, it allowed him to focus entirely on his work, on capturing this beautiful model in all of his exquisite glory, positively entranced. after the charcoal off of his hands with a rag, yingxing hangs back, glancing over his work as the students filter out, and the model rearranges himself in preparation to leave. yingxing is not a shy man, but he hesitates to approach, mostly due to the fact that the model seems significantly younger than him - a student of the university, perhaps? - and the last thing he wants is to come off as a lecherous creep. but gods, he's impeccable, and yingxing can't help but hope for the opportunity to be able to sketch him again.
so he smiles from behind his easel, while he stows his charcoal away. ]
First time?
ink written on your soul;
[ dan feng will be arriving shortly, and yingxing can't help but to feel slightly nervous.
it's odd, for him, he's never nervous before his clients come in. he knows his worth, knows his own level of skill - he is one of the luofu's most sought after tattoo artists, most clients need to book well in advance, and yingxing is self-assured enough to never be anxious. but dan feng.. he's different. the moment he first laid eyes on the man, yingxing was entranced, and he knows for damned sure that he wants this tattoo to be up to his highest standards, to perfectly match the elegant, beautiful canvas he'll be applying it on.
they've only met in person once or twice now, to go over the design, most of their correspondence has been via email as yingxing worked on developing the piece, but to say he's got a stupid schoolboy crush would be an understatement. it's embarrassing, honestly, and unprofessional as well, so he's made sure to maintain the healthy boundary between them, even if the idea of seeing dan feng again is enough to get his heart fluttering against his ribs. ridiculous. he's well into his thirties, there's no reason to behave as if this man is his first crush, as if he's not a grown man with a job to do.
even still, once dan feng arrives it gets easier. something about the man simply puts yingxing at ease, calms his soul. he's just finishing sanitizing his station when dan feng appears in the doorway, and yingxing offers him a nod. ]
Come in. I'm ready for you.
[ he says, gesturing to the bench in front of him as he snaps on a pair of black nitrile gloves. ]
it's odd, for him, he's never nervous before his clients come in. he knows his worth, knows his own level of skill - he is one of the luofu's most sought after tattoo artists, most clients need to book well in advance, and yingxing is self-assured enough to never be anxious. but dan feng.. he's different. the moment he first laid eyes on the man, yingxing was entranced, and he knows for damned sure that he wants this tattoo to be up to his highest standards, to perfectly match the elegant, beautiful canvas he'll be applying it on.
they've only met in person once or twice now, to go over the design, most of their correspondence has been via email as yingxing worked on developing the piece, but to say he's got a stupid schoolboy crush would be an understatement. it's embarrassing, honestly, and unprofessional as well, so he's made sure to maintain the healthy boundary between them, even if the idea of seeing dan feng again is enough to get his heart fluttering against his ribs. ridiculous. he's well into his thirties, there's no reason to behave as if this man is his first crush, as if he's not a grown man with a job to do.
even still, once dan feng arrives it gets easier. something about the man simply puts yingxing at ease, calms his soul. he's just finishing sanitizing his station when dan feng appears in the doorway, and yingxing offers him a nod. ]
Come in. I'm ready for you.
[ he says, gesturing to the bench in front of him as he snaps on a pair of black nitrile gloves. ]
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