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Well that had been the point. Zishu likes watching Kexing struggle to hide his feelings behind his charm. The struggle is more...genuine.

And it does feel nice to be wanted. He never thought he would feel that way again.

Those dark memories are banished as he is pushed down, however, and he gratefully clings to what is offered, returning what he is given enthusiastically. Not that he has much experience, mind you. The dance is intoxicating - much like how they fight - and he tastes the secret corners of Kexing's mouth.

The rocking just makes him harder and needier; he hasn't felt so much in... Since before the nails. He is reluctant to strip off his robe, but he likes seeing more of Kexing. Tugging at the tie around the other man's waist, he tries to see more.

It's simpler when it's just the two of them. No one else to claim his soulmate's attention. No one else to distract them. They can just be.

He loves being clung to by this man! Their tongues dance and tease and taste, playfully bantering just as they do with swords. It's addicting, better than any wine. And Zishu doesn't have to strip, not entirely. For once, Kexing decides he'd rather pull this man into his own body. At least for this first time. And those fingers tugging at his robes, untying them, breaks the kiss as he laughs a little, breathlessly.

He nuzzles their noses together as he pulls back, eyes fixed on his soulmate's as he shrugs his robes off, leaving him only in the loose trousers worn under any robe. He hadn't been planning this. Hadn't thought it would happen so easily.

"Do you want to see all of me, A-Xu?"

There is only peace and happiness when it's just them. Zishu grew addicted to that solace long before he admitted to himself that he was - is - in love. So of course he clings now, giving into all of the urges he stifled for so long.

Their tongues are like their swords - only much softer. And far more flexible. Zishu can't get enough of their deep kisses and he pulls back only when he fears he might pass out from lack of oxygen. But he is smiling broadly, gazing deeply into Kexing's eyes.

"I do." he licks his lips and his gaze trails over Kexing's body, "You're beautiful, Lao Wen. I knew you would be."

His hands are gentle as he traces the perfectly sculpted chest.

"I'll keep you warm." he promises and wraps his arms around Kexing's waist, stroking over his soulmate's strong back.

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 12:47 pm (UTC)

Love is special, even for him. He knows he will do anything for this man. Anything to just keep him alive. Alive, and with him.

And these deep kisses are driving all thoughts of anything else at all from his mind! He can't get enough of Zishu! He doesn't want to ever be rid of him. And that bright smile makes everything somehow better, enough that his laugh is just as bright. Honest, at the other's answer.

Kexing arches into those hands, lips parting with a happy sigh. "Ah, it is true! But I cannot compare to you."

The promise to keep him warm wraps around him just as those arms do, and make him shiver as his back is stroked. His eyes close briefly and he curls his arms protectively around Zishu, holding on. Just for a moment. Then pulls back again to work on removing the last layer hiding part of him from his soulmate's heated gaze.

Even if he should die, his spirit won't leave Kexing. This is where he belongs, nestled against the one he should have always been with.

He feels like he is flying and falling all at once, but he doesn't fear either sensation. Kexing is with him. Nothing bad will happen. He beams at the laughter and echoes it, hands resting briefly on Kexing's chiseled abdomen.

"Have you seen me...? Lao Wen." he teases, feigning a frown, "Have you been peeking at me in the bath?"

It's meant as a joke. Zishu hates looking at his body - the places where the nails are buried deep - and so he hides himself from the gaze of his soulmate as much as possible.

The little shiver delights him, and he kisses Kexing's shoulder tenderly. As those trousers are removed, he raises himself slightly, absolutely fixated. There isn't an inch of Kexing that he doesn't want to kiss...and touch.

Swallowing a well of emotion, Zishu speaks hoarsely:

"Now I see why you are so self-confident."

If he does, Kexing will just have to follow him! Because nothing else matters now. Everything pales next to Zishu.

He loves that laugh, it always lifts his spirits up high. He should fear it, but this is his soulmate. He's as safe as he can be. He grins playfully, wiggling his hips just so as he settles back, straddling his A-Xu again once he's completely nude.

"I've seen your shoulder blades and your face. That's all I need to know that you are stunning." Even he wouldn't purposely violate Zishu's privacy by peeking, no matter how tempting it is. The only times he'd tried to force those robes off was to try and find out what was wrong. What was wounded, so he could heal his soulmate.

He laughs, face actually pinking just a little - it's the wine, definitely the wine! "I'm always confident, A-Xu! You should know this by now!"

Zishu would beg him not to; life is a gift even if he initially felt his had fallen to ruins around him. However, as a spirit, there isn't much he could do to stop him. And by the time Kexing joined him, he would be too busy welcoming his soulmate with all the energy denied him in life.

Cocking his head, he enjoys that little...wiggle. Oh. What if Kexing did that while sitting on him...? Zishu flushes and smiles like a naughty boy.

"Mm there was something about a slender waist too." he kisses Kexing to show he holds no hard feelings over that time. He knows he was only scared and worried. But what could he do to soothe him?

"Right right." Zishu brushes his lips over the pink on Kexing's cheeks, "My proud Lao Wen."

Those words are said like they are a tantalizing secret between them.

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 01:37 pm (UTC)

Life hasn't mattered to him in so long. It's only now, with Zishu, that it's beginning to be important again.

He grins at that spark of interest and pounces it, hands moving to either side of Zishu's head as he leans in with bright eyes. "Tell me!" Then laughs at the mention of a slender waist. "Shoulder blades are most important." And hums under that kiss, letting himself be soothed a little.

That tone of voice may well be the end of him, but he can't find it in himself to be upset by it. "Is my waist slender enough for you?" And yes, he asks...while wiggling his hips again as if wanting to make sure Zishu is aware of them. While still sitting on him. Shameless.

He can understand that and it makes his regret stronger and harder to bear. But he can't give up his ability to protect - even if it means extending his life. What if Kexing was in danger and all he could do is watch? No. That isn't acceptable.

So he has to carry on like this.

Zishu is surprised into a chuckle when he suddenly has a face full of Kexing! Tell him? Biting his lip, he tilts his head and looks pointedly at Kexing's hips.

"Can you wiggle again?" he knows he sounds ridiculous. Zishu should never say wiggle. But he isn't sure what else to call that move!

"Mm I never said a slender waist mattered to me." his voice dips, amused, "I -" all of his words are halted and his eyes widen. Oh the wiggling there is very good! He shudders and grabs onto Kexing's thighs.

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 01:59 pm (UTC)

They'd come together again too late. Kexing would rather have Zishu alive and whole for a long life, but even ten years without his martial arts he'd be happier than just two years. And yet he is starting to understand why Zishu...won't. Not if he can't still be able to protect people. So another solution needs to be found.

Kexing will stay at his side. Always.

He grins at that chuckle, delighted by each shift of expression on that handsome face. And laughs at that adorably ridiculous request, but of course he obliges! And oh! That reaction is priceless! It has him shiver, breath catching before he sets into a slow undulation of hips, rubbing and rocking against this maddeningly handsome soulmate of his as he feels heat build between them.

"Then I must wonder...what does." He tilts his head a little. "Is it...my handsome face that makes you shiver?"

Counting on that...on anything...requires bravery. Bravery he never thought he would have to give to anyone. Yet, when he sees Kexing, he feels like his pain fades away and that each day is whole and perfect. He has no complaints - only regrets.

And if there is a cure... Zishu will never harm himself again for any reason.

Pleasure is pooling in his stomach and Kexing will feel how very much Zishu wants him. His mouth goes dry and he gasps, his hands shaking as he touches any part of Kexing he can reach. His nails graze down those warm thighs...

"It's...that you're...Lao Wen." he smiles breathlessly, "I love your smiles... I love when you're stubborn. I want to hold you when you're angry and kiss you when you're sad. No one else can be Lao Wen, so I can't...be attracted... to them."

Just thinking about Zhou Zishu is generally enough to make him soften, getting see him in person? Oh. Even better. Every moment is precious, even when they argue. He just wants to stay at this man's side forever.

Oh, he feels it. And it sends a thrill through him that makes him shudder. That gasp demands a kiss! Kexing sets to kissing whatever he can reach, lingering, tender kisses with a flick of tongue as his body starts aching for more.

Those words fall over him like a warm blanket, wrapping around his wounded, bitter heart and encouraging it to snuggle in, inching towards light. He nudges his nose up Zishu's throat, flirtatious as he runs a hand down the robed chest to push the cloth at the other's waist out of the way so he can give those trousers a little tug.

"A-Xu..." A sigh, he loves calling for him. "Claim your Lao Wen."

There isn't any room for shame. Zishu wants him too badly! He helps push his robe out of the way, leaving only his chest covered. Then he pushes down his trousers, using his feet to free himself of them once they are around his ankles.

"Is that what you want?" he smiles softly, shyly, his arousal obvious between them. But even like this he can't be selfish. His fingers trickle over Kexing's cock, learning him.

"I had hoped...tonight might be special."

Zishu squirms just enough to pull out a small jar of oil from his pocket.

"Are you certain this is what you want? You don't need to do anything to please me."