01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor.
02. wringing hands together in silence.
03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still.
04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away.
05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other.
06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -
01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word.
02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw.
03. throws an object across the room.
04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin.
05. pacing the room with heavy steps.
06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -
01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear.
02. resting their forehead against the others.
03. cups the others face with both hands.
04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence.
05. lingering touches against the others face.
06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice.
02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs.
03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go.
04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort.
05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. spins the other around without warning in a hug.
02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily.
03. provides the other with a handmade gift.
04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug.
05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -
01. backing away slowly and looking for exits.
02. hiding behind the other and peeking around.
03. flinches at sudden movement from the other.
04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room.
05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.
02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care.
03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat.
04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe.
05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry.
06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. raises a hand but hesitates.
02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly.
03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary.
04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word.
05. rips a shared photo in half without a word.
06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver
his breath falters just slightly when the clasp of his hanfu comes undone, one by one. beneath, his skin is smooth and unmarred. a contrast to the war-filled world they both inhabit. though he has walked alongside war, it has never claimed him the same way it had jing yuan. he is a healer after all. but tonight, he indulges instead.
seated at the edge of the couch with a glass of amber liquor resting loosely between elegant fingers, jiaoqiu watches with that familiar, measured smile. their reunion has been pleasant. distance is an unkind companion to any bond worth keeping. especially theirs. it leaves much to catch up on. in more ways than one. he lifts the glass to his lips, savoring the burn before speaking. ❛❛ this would be entirely unheard of, ❜❜ a soft amused breath passing his lips, ❛❛ the great general of the luofu brought low for someone like me, ❜❜ the self-deprecation is fleeting. his gaze lingers, both warm and calculating all at once. ❛❛ though i must admit, ❜❜ he continues, tone becoming more indulgent. ❛❛ it is a sight i have grown rather fond of. ❜❜ his hand finds jing yuan's, guiding it with intend. the distance between them closes. jiaoqiu exhales softly as he feels hot breath fan against his manhood.
jiaoqiu exhales softly, for a moment his composed exterior wavers when that tongue moves from base to tip. yuan's gaze never leaving jiaoqiu. it makes the foxian let out a hum. ❛❛ cheeky, ❜❜ he murmurs, ❛❛ tell me, do you wish to see me come undone like only you can do ? ❜❜ his fingers lift, tilting jing yuan's chin just enough to hold his gaze. ❛❛ come on, work those lips and tongue of yours, and i might even give you a show, ❜❜ a challenge and a promise in one.
when that tongue does work its magic, the grip on the armrest of the couch tightens a bit as he leans back ever so slightly and allows him to feel that pleasure. ❛❛ a-yuan ... ❜❜ he lets out a shaky breath, ❛❛ just like that ... ❜❜ then a hum, ❛❛ i really missed that tongue of yours, and you. ❜❜ not just the closeness of this all or the sensation, but him. there has never been a substitute.
characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it
he smells of roses and iron all at once; but there are no thorns pricking at him and drawing blood, and the skin offered at his fingertips is so much warmer than steel. a knight of iron and flowers, of righteous war and beauty - a virtuous man even beneath that armour, aventurine has long realised it. not everyone who wears a costume wears it as a facade; argenti wears it like his heart and soul put on display.
this realisation, perhaps, is why every gesture tastes of something like a transgression. aventurine's fingertips peel the draped silk shirt off argenti's shoulders, and every graze of skin is as though he trespasses upon something holy. he finds his place straddling his lap, pressing his hips into his, and cannot help but wonder if he is claiming something that is not for him to claim. argenti's hands find him, the curve of his back, that of his neck, and aventurine melts into his touch and worries he might poison him.
there is nothing holy, sacred, or even good about aventurine.
"argenti, wait - " hasted breath halts in his throat, hands moving to cusp the knight's handsome (no, beautiful - even then, the word feels too weak and aventurine has none more adequate) face between his palms, forcing (regrettedly) a modicum of distance between them. "are you... sure about this?" brilliant, vivid avgin eyes inspect his expression carefully, a furrowed brow betraying the brewing storm agitating his mind. "i -- i've been thinking..." and he hates himself for it - especially now. " ... your vows. aren't you - i don't know. should we be doing this? because... " he swallows. hard. " ... i'm really not someone worth tainting them for."
the red-clad knight sworn to his chivalric oath yearned for the warmth of closeness. yearned for a way he had taught himself not to. it was an ache buried deep within his soul that could not so easily be turned off, and he could not walk away from. he had vowed that he would never wander from his divine pursuit to search the cosmos for the one who had vanished. his aeon, his goddess, his idrila. yet temptation, he knows, takes many forms, and he knows it like no other. like so many doomed before him. to let their gaze adrift. but aventurine was not the apple that cursed paradise. in argenti's eyes, he was the garden itself. from that he understood that his oaths hold no value if never tested by matters of the heart. how hollow was his devotion if left unproven by action. to speak of love and beauty, but deny its true form would be the greatest betray. he must love truthfully, not as a knight of beauty, but as a man who has surrendered his soul wholly and willingly to another.
his armor had been laid aside. each piece arranged with the tenderness of a ritual completed every single day so as not to offend idrila or tarnish his knightly honor. beneath the faint candlelight in that dusted room at the inn, calloused hands moved with gentleness across aventurine's clothed form. he drew him closer, guided him with quiet insistence to his lap, where their mouths met in a kiss. their breath mingled as aventurine's fingers found the buttons of argenti's shirt revealing more and more of their skin. as aventurine's fingers found their way across his chest argenti parted his lips in a content sigh, the touch feeling like a prayer being answered at last.
he leaned forward, lips parting again to continue the worship of his beloved, but he was halted by the gentle cradle of his cheeks holding him still and denying the kiss. ❝ my love ? ❞ argenti blinked in confusion as he slowly raised his gaze, searching for theirs for an answer.
and then the word is out and how they moved him. ❝ oh, my sweet love, ❞ he breathed as his hands sought aventurine's again. covering them reverently in his gentle grip. ❝ i truly must have been blessed by idrila herself. to be loved by one who worries so deeply for me. surely this must be a sign that my path is righteous. ❞ it must be a sign of idrila herself that he has made the right decision regarding this. ❝ the vows i swore are sacred. and for so long, they kept me from seeking others, for i feared i could never be the man they deserved. i had made peace with solitude. until i met you. ❞ one hand slipped from aventurine's, rising to cup their cheek as a thumb gently swept across it. ❝ you make me want things, not as a knight, but as a man. ❞ he shook his head slowly. ❝ you may see this as taint, but i do not. i know the weight of what i risk, and yet i would risk it all for you. for loving you does not unmake my faith. It deepens it. it does not pull me away from idrila, but reminds me why i search for her at all. ❞
his voice softened as he leaned in and placed a kiss at the corner of aventurine's lips. ❝ but if there is one regret i could never bear, it would be to fail you in love. ❞ his lips brushed against that of the blond. ❝ so don't tell me you would taint me, for if you did … ❞ he kissed him again, this time with the conviction he needed before he wrapped his arms around aventurine's waist and carried him in his arms towards the bed.
❝ it would be my greatest honour to be tainted by you. ❞
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of the receiver's thigh, kurasvere uwu
there were moments when kuras appeared less like purity itself. his always pristine garments clinging to him like a second skin. he was meant to remain distant, untainted and untouched. but love had undone him. it was love that had pulled him from his sacred heights to this mortal plane. his love for humanity and, more importantly, his love for vere.
and vere always had a way of bending kuras to his will.
the warm bathwater hugged their bodies with its warmth, droplets clinging to their skin. chest to chest, their lips met in a slow kiss filled with affection rather than need. kuras let his fingertips wander along vere's arm. each caress is a love letter from him to his beloved. his lips began trailing down the fox's neck, pressing featherlight kisses to the skin. the soft sounds that slipped from vere's lips were reward enough for him. when their gazes met, kuras saw not only desire but also a hint of mischief in their eyes.
a single finger pressed to his chest, earning a quiet chuckle from kuras before he let himself be guided. vere settled into his lap before straddling him. ❝ comfortable ? ❞ kuras asked, the corner of his lips curving upward. vere smirked in return. ❝ very much so ❞
his hands sank into kuras' dark brown hair as he leaned down and captured the angel's lips. the subtle grind of his hips sent a ripple through the water. it was decadent as it was messy. but the slick porcelain beneath them was hardly ideal.
❝ bed ? ❞ vere murmured, eyes shifting towards the doorway to their bedroom. kuras might have denied him once, but tonight he showed no resistance and offered only a breathless, ❝ yes. ❞ with vere's legs securely wrapped around him, kuras rose from the tub and carried his beloved to their bedchamber. he laid him down with care in the centre of the bed before crawling atop him once more. their lips met again, but this time more insistent. kuras hands glided down the curve of vere's spine only to be stopped midway.
❝ no, ❞ vere said to which kuras raised a brow. ❝ no ? ❞ he questioned, but vere only shook his head. ❝ let me. ❞ though kuras often took the reins, vere was no stranger to taking control with a flick of his tail and a smirk. now kuras lay beneath him, while vere loomed above him, eyes filled with hunger for him. his lips trailed across kuras' neck whilst teeth caught skin and formed a lovebite. ❝ could you have picked a more obvious spot ? ❞ kuras asked his voice laced with amusement. vere only chuckled and leaned in again, ❝ i like to show off what's mine. ❞
and he did unabashedly so.
his kisses full of worship moved lower. down kuras's chest, his stomach, and teasingly close to where kuras ached to be touched. but vere diverted his hands, sliding down his thighs instead. he gripped one, gently spreading them, placing kisses like offerings to a god whose altar he alone was permitted to desecrate.
and then fangs sank into flesh, leaving an intimate mark of possession before their gazes met once more. ❝ what ? ❞ vere asked with a challenging look. ❝ i'm doing as you wanted. marking places no one will ever get to see. ❞ at that kuras' gaze only softened. ❝ jealousy doesn't suit you, my love. ❞ he murmured before rising just enough to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his lips where the taste of golden ichor still lingered. ❝ i am yours now, aren't i ? ❞ their fingers laced together as their rings caught the glimpse of the moonlight shining on them. vere's tail swayed slowly behind him, betraying his satisfaction.
❝ that doesn't change the fact that if anyone sees that part of you, i'll kill them. ❞ because love when it came to vere was wild and possessive, just as it was honest and true, and kuras despite knowing better, loved every second of it.
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