post battle high.
@feydaeyong
he knew the other werewolf was going to submit before he felt muscles relaxing under his teeth, clenched to pin a body to the ground yet not quite harsh enough to pierce skin. jiayi had gotten used to this by now. he knows what signs to watch for, what weaknesses to recognize. he’s been at this for months by now; if he wasn’t improving then he wouldn’t have lasted... and a brand new wallet would not be thick with cash won from previous fights. he’s come out on top of more than he’s lost lately, though the advantage of being underestimated has long been stripped away by a new reputation for being clever and stronger than one might think.
truth be told, he’s relived when tonight’s opponent finally backs down, relaxing to the point where jiayi lets go and the other stays still, throat exposed as a white flag of surrender. he huffs, raises his head and tail in a position of dominance despite the complaint of sore muscles. there’s wild cheers around him and when the other wolf finally stands, he licks at jiayi’s muzzle submissively. the victory is confirmed.
an excited bark turns into a whoop of excitement when jiayi shifts back to his human form, pulling a robe over his nakedness for the sake of the audience rather than his own modesty. they cheer along with him and despite his aches and the bloody rip in his shoulder that nearly cost him the fight, he’s never felt better or more alive. the high of victory races through his veins stronger than any drug could, a breathless laugh on his lips even when his celebrations are over and someone is ushering him out of the arena to make way for the next matchup.
daeyong is here. jiayi has been aware of that all night, a quiet reminder even in the most demanding parts of his fight. daeyong is here and he’s watching the fight and jiayi won. he bounds up to him as soon as he locates him among the crowd, as if he ever lost track of him, as if his scent and his voice haven’t been lingering in jiayi’s mind since they first had to split up, jiayi to prepare for the fight and daeyong to join the audience. he’s still dressed only in the robe, still grinning wildly. jiayi knows he’s gross, covered in sweat and dirt and blood, but he doesn’t care. he pulls daeyong in for a kiss before anyone can stop him with excited sort of urgency, as if he can share the energy and adrenaline with him through their lips.
he breaks away only becuase he can’t speak otherwise. so what if others might be watching them; jiayi can only revel in their jealousy right now. nothing can dampen his good mood. “what did you think?” if his tail was a part of his human form, it would be wagging a mile a minute like an excited pup looking for praise. “god, that was fun. and pays for dinner and drinks tonight, wherever you want. unless you prefer the ‘good old days’ and dumpster diving for scraps, then you’re on your own.” he laughs, an excited bark of a sound, and runs a hand through his own hair, wrinkling his nose only briefly when it catches on partially coagulated blood. it reminds him that he should probably at least rinse off before they go anywhere.












