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id like to imagine the reason gangles design is based on the comedy/tragedy masks is because she was a theatre/theater (idk how to spell it) kid and maybe even an actress as an adult (cause shes like 26 or smth idk i forgot what gooseworx said)
What does Marc like to do when he has alone time?
“I have… an unfortunate amount of alone time, my Sweet~” Giving you a brilliant smile, he swept one arm out, then towards himself. He was currently wearing a red robe, the sleeve billowing with black fur like adornments as he held his hand to his chest. “Perhaps you can fix that, for me~”
For his alone time, if he’s not drinking, he is mostly plotting his stories and getting those ready. If he’s not in the mood to work, either, he is going through the internet, searching himself up and liking any art of him or his creations. When that isn’t doing it for him, and let’s be honest, that’s a rare when, he goes to go check on his egos, or tries to invite others over for entertainment. -Mun
More Than This VI 《V》
It’s no surprise XL gains his own taste of fame after walking the red carpet with one of the most sought-after actors in the country. He doesn’t mind it, going as far as to create a few social media accounts to interact with fans and scroll through their photos and edits of him. He has a few fan sites too, but only for fancy events where he chooses to be recognized in public.
XL and HC agreed before sharing their relationship with the public that they would maintain a strong sense of privacy when it came to their personal lives. They only share what they want to. The paparazzi who manage to take photos without permission are immediately disciplined so it doesn’t happen again.
(“I can’t believe you did it.”
“Hmm, Gege said he was okay with it.”
“I know! But I didn’t expect you to actually....” XL stares at a recent selfie of them HC had posted on his Twitter, taken the night HC won his award. “We look like we just had sex.”
“Nobody’s gonna know.”
XL raises an unimpressed eyebrow at his boyfriend. HC insists again.
“Nobody’s gonna know-”
“They’re gonna know,” XL says with a sigh, pointing to the hickey marks clearly visible on the photo. HC rolls over closer to XL in their bed, scrutinizing the image on XL’s phone.
“Oh, I didn’t see those when I posted the photo.”
“San Laaang!” XL cries, pushing at the taller man’s shoulder before burying his face into his pillow. HC makes XL breakfast in bed as an apology and promises to not drunk-post anything again.)
Eight months after officially dating–which is over two years since they met–HC asks XL to move in with him. XL doesn’t even need to think about his answer, a simple “Yes! Yes please!” escaping his lips. Both HC and XL’s faces light up with overjoyed smiles.
They seem to have had the same idea about where to live, purchasing a home they’ve been eyeing for months! The best aspects include a massive yard (front, side, and back) for XL to tend to, a hot tub, and a spacious living and dining room area to entertain guests. It’s not the grandest or most impressive residence by size or feature. In fact, the first months have them living in a half-finished, rusty house with the prettiest garden you’ve ever seen.
It gradually gets better. HC and XL knew they would have to do a lot of work to improve the shape of their home. Over the next year, they repair and remodel the house themselves, simultaneously adding value to the property and curating the style to fit their dream home. XL makes sure to post progress photos on his social media. His most recent selfie of HC and himself in hardware glasses got over 500k likes! He pinned HC’s comment that said, “Gege is my own very handyman!”
(HC, in a sleeveless tee, shorts that show off his ass, hair pulled back into a high bun: “Gege, you’re the boss now. Tell me what to do.”
XL, struggling not to gawk at HC’s side boobs: “O-okay, first, can you smash those cabinets-”
Cue them making out against the counter when it’s the only part of the kitchen that is fully done.)
***
Having a partner who considers the outdoors as a second home is a special experience. XL often takes HC on dates to national parks and plant nurseries. They go on weekend camping trips where XL teaches HC how to properly filter water, summit long stretches of terrain, and stay warm during cold nights with below-freezing temperatures.
(HC, trying to fit into XL’s sleeping bag: “Hi, gege-”
XL: “San Lang, you have your own sleeping bag that you can actually fit in.”
HC: ‘But I’m cold. Gege helps keep me warm.”
XL: “Fine. But let’s use yours because it’s bigger.”
HC, kissing XL’s forehead: “Thank you, my love.”)
On their hikes, XL points to different plants, explaining their origins and why he finds each one particularly beautiful. At first, HC picks up random flowers on the way home and then he asks XL about what flower fate gave him that day to gift his beloved. (“San Lang, that’s not allowed!”) HC eventually stores all the random facts in his mind, always eager to listen to XL talking about his passion. He also learns to keep his hands from digging up “poor, helpless plants from their home soil.”
However, this unfortunately doesn't prevent HC from accidentally squishing some plants in their yard that he thought were just weeds.
(HC, thinking he’s a good partner: “Get out, stupid weeds. CHOP CHOP!”
XL: “SAN LANG STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
HC: “Gege always works so hard. I just wanted to help you in the yard today because you deserve it.” 🥺
XL: *sigh* “I appreciate the gesture, San Lang. But those particular grasses took months to grow, and you just killed them-“)
***
Countless media outlets try to stir up trouble like they typically do with celebrities. Especially when HC has roles that involve romance, articles claiming HC and XL are on the brink of breaking up receive lots of attention. However, what gains more attention are the videos the couple posts on Youtube or Instagram live of their reactions to their “scandals.”
(XL, reading a headline: “Actor bachelor Hua Cheng and co-star Yushi Huang seem to be cozying up after a late-night shoot.’”
HC: “I’m not a bachelor, the fuck?”
XL, smiling: “You could be. Me as well. We can be bachelors together.”
HC, chuckling: “All right. If gege is, then so am I.”
The comments: “That doesn’t make any sense!?”
HC, reading another headline: “HC’s lover found with a mysterious third party??”
XL, exclaiming: “Oh, that’s Shi Qingxuan! You know, the designer for all our red carpet outfits!” 🥰🥰
HC: *nodding along*
XL, cheekily: “-and my secret second-lover”
HC: *blanches* “What.”
XL: “Kidding!!!! San Lang is the only one for me, hehe.” *kisses HC’s cheek* “Okay, next one!”)
Everyone watching the videos is 50% confused and 50% entertained as HC and XL make light of any drama the media portrays them in. Viewers accept that of course, the rumors aren’t true; HC and XL are still very much in love.
They’re in love with each other and will continue falling for many years to come.
***
HC doesn’t like watching himself on screen. However, he does enjoy previewing his own movies for the first time with his boyfriend.
While XL watches the new movie, HC observes XL’s reactions. It helps that XL is a conversational movie watcher too. XL’s narrations consist of horny comments during the sexual scenes (“Ooh, that’s hot. Nice tongue.” “Thank you?”), side remarks about the plot and characters (“San Lang, your character is very rude.” “...”), and dramatic reactions to the huge reveal scenes where HC becomes a human punch bag. (“Oh my goooosh, San Lang!! It was him all along- AHH!!”)
As a perfectionist, something you have to be in HC’s field of work, HC is incredibly self-critical of his performance. Which is another reason why it’s nice to have XL watch alongside with, who never has a shortage of praises for his boyfriend.
(HC: “Fuck, why did they leave this shot in the final? I’m supposed to be mourning for my dead lover but instead, I look like I’m crying out of daddy issues. Why did no one tell me!? It looks so bad-” *pointing to himself on the screen* “-stop looking so constipated-!”
XL, squeezing HC’s nape and massaging his shoulders: “San Lang, no one thinks that except for you. You did everything perfectly. Please acknowledge your hard work and just enjoy the movie.”
HC: *sigh* “You’re right. Okay. Thanks, gege.”
A beat of silence. HC cuddles closer to XL.
HC: “Love you.”
XL: “Love you too.”)
***
XL now knows HC’s movies well enough to quote HC’s lines in his movies to make him laugh. HC happily indulges him, questioning after breaking character, “Gege, are you sure I’m the actor out of the two of us?”
One time, HC and XL are in their kitchen re-enacting a scene with HC as the investigator going to a bartender for more information on his suspect. HC has XL caged against the counter, asking in a teasing manner, “How can I repay you for your help tonight?”
XL lowers his eyelids, looking up through his lashes, flawlessly depicting his character. “Any restrictions on your offer?”
“No, darling. Name a price, a brand, a desire. Right now, anything is on the table,” HC says huskily. XL slyly bites his lip.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
XL brings a hand up to cup HC’s jaw, then smooths it down his neck, traveling down his bare chest. XL tilts his head to expose his neck, wanting to build up his boyfriend’s anticipation. But before he can say his next line, HC effortlessly throws XL over his shoulder like a bag of rice.
“San Lang, wait, this is not how it went in the movie!” XL shouts, a little dizzy from the sudden lift turning him upside down. HC takes long strides to their bedroom, plopping XL on their mattress and blanketing him with his larger frame.
HC only utters a husky “we’re improvising” before diving down to devour XL’s lips. XL’s arms hook around HC’s neck, holding him impossibly close.
***
After a filming shoot where HC’s character gets beaten up–HC performing his own stunts–he heads home beyond exhausted. He just wants to take a relaxing shower and cuddle his boyfriend in their warm bed.
HC arrives at their house a little past midnight. He opens the door and finds XL’s back facing him, quietly humming a song as he takes care of the vase in the living room. The sight makes HC smile.
However, as XL turns around, the vase slips from his hands and explodes into pieces on the ground.
“San Lang! What happened to you!?” XL cries out, the panic in his voice only comparable to the day he had confessed. HC stands in the doorway confused. Was something wrong with his appearance?
XL is on him in an instant, his pupils shaking as he frantically asks, “Does it hurt a lot? What happened!?”
HC blinks, expression blank as he still doesn't understand what has freaked XL out. But as the shorter man gently caresses HC’s face, it suddenly hits him.
The make up!
HC urgently starts rubbing the fake bruises off his face. “Gege, I’m okay! It’s just make up, none of this is real. See?” He holds his hands out for XL to see as the pigment stains HC’s palms. “I’m so sorry! San Lang is dumb, he didn’t mean to make you worry,” HC murmurs as he takes XL between his arms. He really loves this man too much.
XL’s teary eyes shine glimmer as HC embraces him. “Y-you’re sure you’re okay?”
HC nods, leaning into the slender hand that cups his cheek.
“Thank goodness,” XL breaths out as he buries his face into HC’s neck. His next words are slightly muffled. “It looks…so realistic.”
“Yeah, the make up artists are all quite talented, aren’t they?”
XL clings tighter to HC.
“Very much so. Let’s shower so we can properly wash it off.”
“All right,” HC says. “Wait, we?”
XL tugs HC toward the master bathroom.
“Hush, let’s go.”
***
They lay in bed together after four long months of separation. Both of them had been in different parts of the country; HC filmed a drama series while XL traveled for several high-profile projects. Their respective busy work schedules limited communication to brief video chats and text messages, which never seemed enough.
Now, with his head resting on HC’s chest, their legs overlapping comfortably, XL finally feels like he’s where he belongs.
“Why did you choose me?”
Tactical fingers massage XL’s scalp, lulling him into a serene state of bliss. XL nuzzles further into his boyfriend-sized pillow.
“It’s not like I can choose who I fall in love with, Gege,” HC states with a light chuckle. “But if you want an answer, it’s because you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.”
XL looks up at his boyfriend, mouth forming a shape of an O.
“That simple? Even when we made a deal to have no strings attached?” XL asks. HC groans at the reminder of their initial agreement.
“Yes, which was a dumb decision on my part.”
“I agreed to it too. We were both dumb.”
They are silent for a moment. It’s not the first time they’ve talked about or referenced their insecurities when it came to confessing their feelings. XL’s luck when it came to dating someone who could love him for every part of him was practically nonexistent. HC’s constant grappling for his self-identity and worth rendered most of his relationships superficial. And temporary.
Always temporary.
“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like your plants though. They’re so pretty. And fascinating.” HC says, breaking the silence.
“They take up half our living room space.”
“So? You work with plants all day. They’re bound to be a part of your personal life as well.”
XL’s heart bursts with a sudden fondness. It’s a wonderful thing to be appreciated for the little things.
“I’m glad you think so,” he says happily. HC hums in response, sending vibrations to where XL’s cheek lays on his chest. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were a famous actor for the first three months we…”
“Met up for sex?” HC finishes with an impish grin.
“Yes,” XL laughs.
“It was nice not to be recognized for once. With you, I could just be myself,” HC says with ease he never thought he would be able to do. He’s struggled with letting himself be vulnerable his whole life. It turns out, HC just had to find the right person. And thank god he did. XL is more than HC’s outlet from his career. He’s become HC’s closest friend who knows him the best; he is HC’s number one supporter in any endeavor he pursues; he makes HC feel important. XL sees and loves HC for who he is. No amount of fame or wealth could come close to comparison.
“Gege?”
“Hmm?”
“Does it ever bother you that my life is always everyone else’s business?” HC softly asks.
“Well, the fame can be a bit…uncomfortable,” XL admits. “But you’re an amazing actor. And a remarkable person. I can’t blame your fans for loving you so much, you know? I also got to ride in a limo-“
“Which you rode very well-”
XL flicks his boyfriend’s forehead.
“You’re so predictable.”
“You would’ve said the same thing given the chance. Don’t lie, gege.”
They go back and forth a little longer, never once creating unnecessary distance between each other as they roll around until they’re on their sides. Facing each other in their bed that’s been vacant for months, HC and XL are inseparable.
“As I was saying, fame is something that comes with your job–your passion. You can’t control it, nor does it solely characterize who you are. Besides, I get to be a part of your life! That’s all that really matters,” XL continues. He shifts forward so their bodies are closely pressed together. XL plants a kiss on HC’s chin, then whispers a confession that tilts HC’s entire world on its axis.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you.”
HC’s world spins and spins until all that he sees is his beloved, gleaming brighter than all the galaxies without the power to disrupt their orbit. He wraps his arms around XL and kisses the top of his head.
“Me too, Gege.”
Bonus:
HC watches wearily as XL salivates at a showering scene where HC’s bare ass flashes in the frame. XL turns to HC with a serious look in his eyes.
“San Lang! Hiking has done your ass wonders.”
XL sneaks a grope to a meaty cheek. HC chokes.
***
“You can’t be late to your own premiere!” XL cries incredulously.
“Try me,” HC purrs into XL’s ear, delicately kissing the lobe.
XL gasps as teasing hands roam around his torso, one of them slipping down to cup his behind. He vaguely thinks about how SQX is expecting them in the next hour to help with their red carpet outfits. But when hungry lips attach to the sensitive column of his neck, XL is a goner.
“Gege doesn’t have to do any work. Just lay back and look pretty.”
(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi!)
More Than This IV 《III》
(Minor NSFW/Consensual somnophilia)
The first thing HC wakes up to is the default tune of an alarm ringing from the nightstand. A quick look at the clock next to a charging phone signals it is five in the morning.
HC groans in irritation.
The second thing HC notices is that his calves feel like they’ve shriveled up and pulled taut at the same time. The unyielding soreness is something he has grown used to after tagging along on various hikes.
XL claimed the hike yesterday would not be too strenuous. Yet, here HC is, rendered immobile considering his calves, entire leg length, and glutes are beyond sore after the four-hour-long activity. HC supposes he has XL to thank for working out his lower body, as his personal trainer and he have prioritized the upper body (read: arms, chest, abdomen, back) aesthetics for his career.
The culprit currently lays next to HC, oblivious to the obnoxious alarm, fast asleep.
The blessing of being able to wake up next to XL is not lost on HC. He remembers with a grimace how their casual relationship limited their passionate nights to rushed clean-ups and parting ways before dawn.
But things are different now. Their five month anniversary is coming up along with HC’s birthday. Ever since that night when both of them finally revealed their feelings, HC has found himself continuing to fall for the person XL is. To be frank, HC doesn’t want to stop.
XL’s lax form sprawls in the middle of the bed, his face turned away as it’s smushed into the pillow. The light blanket they use covers him from the shoulder down, but it looks close to slipping down.
XL looks very comfortable and content.
HC shakes his head in fondness. His boyfriend is known to sleep through his alarms. Hence the six consecutive alarms set minutes after the initial one—which HC will jolt awake from whenever he sleeps over. HC has heard enough alarm ringtones in his time to be incredibly conscious of them even while asleep.
HC briefly stretches his arms and withering legs in an attempt to wake himself up enough to turn the ringing off. He does this in addition to switching off the rest of the alarms. After rubbing the sleepiness out of his aching eyes, HC gazes to where XL still lies in peaceful slumber.
He scoots forward until he hovers behind his boyfriend, carefully placing his head on the end of the XL’s pillow. The fresh scent of citrus and vanilla fills HC’s nostrils. It’s partially from XL’s body wash, partially from his natural scent.
HC wouldn’t mind waking up to this scent every day for the rest of his life.
With a cheeky hum, HC figures they could afford an hour or so to themselves this morning. XL is even more pliant and malleable in HC’s hands when sleeping. Recalling their previous conversations about boundaries—the do’s and don’t s—HC plans to wake his boyfriend up with a pleasant surprise.
HC starts by running his fingers through XL’s silky hair. He follows the strands as they stream down XL’s face and fan out down his mid-back. XL doesn’t show any bodily reactions, his breaths still even.
Using one hand to delicately brush XL’s hair away from his nape, HC leans forward to kiss the warm skin. He presses multiple soft kisses against the area, letting his lips linger with each one. HC then trails down to the top-notch of XL’s spine. The scent of oranges is strong here. HC’s tongue pokes out to swipe across the knob before continuing on his path.
He moves down XL’s body, taking the cover off as he goes. Goosebumps rise where HC’s lips skim across pale skin. In his sleep, XL lets out a breathy sigh, nuzzling his pillow as his body naturally angles itself toward HC.
“Gege seems to be resting well,” HC murmurs quietly, more so to himself than to his boyfriend. He doesn’t intend to wake XL up just yet. HC goes to press one last kiss behind XL’s ear before sucking on the lobe. “I may just have a small taste, if Gege doesn’t mind...”
Minutes later, XL wakes up with a gasp to an all-encompassing heat trapping his hardening length. He gasps in surprise, a tingling pleasure making his hips twitch as they’re held down by firm hands.
“San L-lang-!?” XL cries out, attempting to sit up.
HC hums in response, hollowing his cheeks and sliding down lower with a slick sound. Electrifying vibrations thrum through XL’s disoriented body. HC begins moving up and down in fluid motions aided by a mix of precome and spit. XL, overwhelmed in the best way possible, can do nothing but fall back onto the mattress, hands grasping his boyfriend’s hair and pulling as his release builds.
“O-ohhh, yes- hmm!” XL groans. HC gives a particular hard suck at XL’s tip while massaging the base of XL’s cock. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-”
XL’s thighs begin to twitch, prompting HC to double his efforts to send XL over the edge. XL whimpers high-pitched as his climax washes over him like the tides kiss the beachside. Below, HC gently strokes XL’s shuddering hips as he eagerly (and noisily, much to XL’s embarrassment) swallows XL’s release.
It’s not the most intense orgasm XL has ever had, but it was no less euphoric. The way HC kisses his way back up XL’s body before resting his weight on top, propping his chin on XL’s sternum proves this. There is nothing better than waking up to his boyfriend and his neverending morning surprises.
It simply means another day XL gets to be HC’s. And HC XL’s.
“Well, good morning to you,” XL says, still a bit breathless. HC licks his lips, fittingly the cat that got the cream. XL blushes at the image.
“It certainly is. Today is a big day, after all.”
“Oh? San Lang can’t wait to show his boyfriend off to the world?”
“Can’t wait to show you off to the world, yes,” HC agrees with a tender kiss where XL’s heart is. His steady gaze never strays from XL’s face. A few strips of sunlight stream through the blinds, highlighting the maple-red hue of HC’s left eye. “Soon, everybody will know just who I belong to.”
“San Lang, don’t say it like that...” XL says, cheeks reddening as he tears his eyes away from HC’s smug expression. HC chuckles light-heartedly.
“Say it like what? It’s true, is it not?”
“You make it sound like I own you or something.”
“Gege does own me. Meaning he’s entitled to my heart. My time. My affection. My love,” HC turns to brush his cheek against the smooth skin of XL’s pectoral. “My body-”
“You!” XL lightly flicks HC’s forehead. “So shameless!”
“Gege likes it when I’m shameless. In the past, I seem to recall it turns him on-”
XL jumps when a flat, wet tongue drags across his right nipple.
With a determined huff, XL secures his thighs around HC’s middle, then twists his pelvis to flip them over. XL wiggles down until he’s situated on HC’s lap, ignoring the way HC’s semi-hard cock nestles between his legs.
When HC attempts to sit up, arms going to wrap around XL’s waist, XL pushes HC back down with hands pinning his shoulders.
“Since San Lang insists his body belongs to me, I suppose I should take care of what’s mine.”
HC’s eyes widen in surprise, frozen for a split second. Then, his body relaxes underneath XL.
“Gege,” he pleads.
XL spares a glance at the clock on the nightstand. He calculates that they have a little less than an hour before their appointment with SQX to prepare for the red carpet tonight–an award show for cinematic media.
It’s just enough time to sneak in a couple more morning festivities.
As XL leans down to press a teasing kiss on the corner of HC’s mouth, he vaguely remembers HC’s refrigerator barely has any food due to his busy schedule and frequent stays at XL’s apartment.
It seems that they will have to resort to having each other for breakfast.
Neither of them mind.
《V》
More Than This V 《IV》
(Minor NSFW)
The media has a field day when HC is pictured stepping onto the red carpet with his arm wrapped around XL’s waist. Neither of them acknowledges the scandalous questions or rude comments flung their way. They simply revel in how liberating it feels to finally be seen in public together. No more hiding!
XL himself is quite a catch. He is his charming and bubbly self in the short interviews with reporters HC has deemed polite enough to spare time for.
(Reporter: “Both of you look gorgeous in your outfits today.”
XL, leaning forward to speak into the mic: “That’s very kind of you to say, thank you. These are actually designed by my good friend, Shi Qingxuan, who has a growing clothing business. They’re incredibly talented and aim to be gender and size-inclusive with all kinds of styles.” *pause* “Ah, forgive me for rambling.” *an embarrassed laugh*
HC, immediately: “Gege is not rambling at all.”
Reporter, shaking their head: “No no, that’s lovely to hear. Judging from your outfits tonight, there’s no question of their talent.”
XL, smiling as bright as the sun: “Absolutely. As you can see, inspiration was drawn from the era the film San Lang-” *gestures to HC, whose attention is solely on XL, with the fondest expression* “-is in. I personally adore the traditional wardrobe–the stylists did an amazing job. It may seem a bit silly, but I wanted to dress up similarly to the characters myself.”
Reporter: “That’s not silly at all.” *receives approving look from HC* “I think that’s wonderful. Though no protagonist attire for you tonight, Hua Cheng?”
HC, shaking his head: “I’ll settle for being a low-ranked artist with a handsome partner.”
The crowd erupts into hysterical shouts.)
(A month prior, right before XL heads to meet up with SQX to discuss outfits for the red carpet...
“I know it’s not a common thing to do–to mimic the styles of the film. You don’t have to dress up with me! ” XL had insisted. HC shook his head, engulfing XL in a bear hug.
“If Gege is, then so am I,” HC said decisively.
The happiness in XL’s eyes is beyond worth it.)
When getting their pictures taken, XL politely smiles for the cameras while HC can’t help but stare at XL. HC then poses by resting his cheek against the top of XL’s head, smiling lazily. Fans and other celebrities alike are instantly taken by the wholesome sight. HC does not doubt that after tonight, XL will have his own fansites.
Who in their right mind wouldn’t be whipped for XL upon first glance? In his eyes, XL looks more like a prince than HC did as the character in the film. As long as XL’s boundaries are respected, HC is willing to share his boyfriend with the world.
(Reporter: “So how did you two meet?”
XL: “We met while watch-shopping!”
Reporter, over-exaggerated gasp: “Watch-shopping?”
XL and HC, simultaneously clarifying: “Shopping for watches-”
XL: “I was buying a gift for a friend and didn’t know which kind to get-”
HC: “-I saw him browsing and offered some suggestions based on what I liked.”
Reporter to XL: “Did you know it was Hua Cheng you were talking to?”
XL, sheepishly: “Hahah, actually, no-”
The crowd descends into chaos.)
During the awards ceremony, whenever the camera pans over to HC, he’s too busy whispering or laughing with XL. Anyone witnessing their interactions can clearly see how happy XL and HC are.
Overall, XL is very well received by the public. HC keeps XL by his side the entire time. (They’re inseparable, your honor!) He offers XL the best snacks because he knows XL loves munching on things during long events. There’s alcohol too. HC and XL help themselves to plenty, resulting in touchy XL and relaxed HC.
When HC’s name is announced, winning for best lead actor, XL wraps his arms around HC’s shoulders while HC buries his face into XL’s neck, rocking them back and forth happily. HC keeps his acceptance speech short, thanking everyone who made the film possible, his fans who continuously support him, and XL–who’s been in his life for two years.
HC walks back down the stage, ignoring the people gesturing him backstage, so he can return to XL. He doesn’t give a fuck.
As soon as the show dismisses them, HC stands up and pulls XL through the crowd so they can rush to the limo already waiting for them. Both of them are high off adrenaline and tipsy from the alcohol, their giddiness contagious.
HC nearly snaps when other celebrities come up and greet HC as if they were on friendly terms before cozying up to XL. They invite HC and his partner–they hungrily eye XL–to visit with them at their after-party.
(XL: “Maaaaybe-“ *sly smile*
HC: “No.”
XL: “Next time then.” *smiles sweetly at the other celebrities*
HC: *glares at the other celebrities*
Other celebrities: *whiplash*)
HC has no intention of overwhelming XL with the pompous movie industry. Fuck pretentious after parties.
Plus, their enjoyable night is far from over.
As soon as the couple makes it into the privacy of the limo–the sliding barrier closed–XL’s lips quickly find his boyfriend’s. HC groans appreciatively, automatically opening his mouth for XL’s tongue to delve in, licking obscenely.
“Gege is eager,” HC notes with satisfaction. This only causes XL to kiss HC harder, pressing needily against the taller man until he’s pushed back onto the largest section of the seat.
HC’s hands secure themselves on XL’s hips, not prepared for the way the older man heavily drops into HC’s lap. XL’s thick thighs spread into a wide straddle as he sensually grinds on top of HC.
“I-I believe a congratulation is in order for San Lang’s win t-tonight,” XL huffs, already breathless from their kissing.
“Oh?” HC attaches his lips to XL’s jawline, trailing down the smooth column of his neck. XL whimpers as arousal shoots down his spine all the way down to his toes. “And how does Gege plan on helping me celebrate?”
Much to HC’s surprise, XL doesn’t shy away from eye contact at the teasing nor the thrust of HC’s hips up between XL's legs. Instead, XL holds his gaze while panting open-mouthed, a natural blush painted across his cheeks.
“Let me ride you.”
HC’s breath stutters.
XL bites his lip while guiding HC’s hands down to the swell of his ass where they are large enough to fully hold both cheeks. HC’s heated gaze does not waver from XL’s flushed face as he runs a pointer finger down his boyfriend’s clothed crack.
He feels a small bump where XL’s entrance should be.
“What a pleasant surprise; Gege’s still loose from this morning. Plugged yourself up cause you couldn’t wait for me to open you up after the show, could you?” HC murmurs knowingly. He pushes against the plug, making XL’s hips twitch forward.
“Gege wants to ride me, yeah? Gonna bounce on my cock now that the whole world knows who it belongs to?” HC continues lewdly, never breaking eye contact with XL.
“Nghh! S-san Lang-!” XL’s face burns with embarrassment he brought upon himself.
“Yes or no, gege?” HC relentlessly presses.
“I- hmmm, yes-!”
XL’s hips search for friction as HC fondles with the plug but HC stills them with a firm hand. HC scoffs in disbelief how such a beautiful person could be his. He leans up to kiss XL’s temple, already damp from perspiration.
“God, I love you so much.”
The sound of fabric tearing snaps XL out of his daze.
“SAN LANG, THE CLOTHES-”
XL yelps as HC gives him something other than his ruined outfit to scream about.
***
(As per HC’s earlier request, the chauffeur takes a one-hour detour before arriving at the final destination.)
《VI》
A, E, and F with Marc??
SFW Alphabet Ask Meme
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
"Oh, I would say I am so affectionate~"
Actor is very self-absorbed, but that does not mean he can't be affectionate. Seeing as the definition is expressing fondness, I would say he does so at the level of 9 out of 10 (9/10), if ten was the most and 1 is the least amount of showing affection. If he is fond of someone, he will touch them, give to them, and most importantly, he will praise them. The more he praises someone, or asks and actually cares for their words that aren't just praise to him, the more fond he is.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Actor does not really have partners anymore, and he is very possessive that chances are he would not break up with them. If he had to though... chances are that he would either A) Kill them, or B) Kick them from his world.
"There's really no time for that kind of thing~" Actor hummed, swirling his glass of pinot noir wine. His eyes did not even slowly ebb into the red glow, rather, it was like a flash, the chestnut brown of his iris' and white of his eyes suddenly a stunning scarlet. "No repeats of her, though I suppose this time I would be the one initiating the split~ Best to do away, quick, and leave the past in the past~"
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
"That's never going to happen~ I've already seen how that plays out~" Tone deceptively nonchalant, Actor's grip on the glass tightened. It would be to the point of white knuckles, but they couldn't be seen behind his white gloves. "And I've already answered this~ I would disappoint too many fans if I settled~ It's selfish to tie me down, and break all their hearts, my Dear~"
The very thought of commitment is something he won't think about. It scares him, to an extent. He's willing to wed in a story, while acting, but other than that it's not going to happen.
