Thinking about how in canon XXC and SL could find abandoned kids who are gifted enough to take in and form their own sect, but modern day XXC would find a lost kid outside of Target and take him home and SL and XY would just be like WTF YOU CAN’T DO THAT YOU’RE GONNA GET CPS CALLED ON OUR ASSES
Xue Yang avoided them both as much as he could for as long as he could. Which was only a day, because he forgot to cancel his fucking therapy session with yet another new doctor.
He should just give up finding one. He was tired of the bigots and judgemental bastards and overeager fucks who started naming meds before the end of their first meeting.
He slumped in the passenger seat of Xingchen’s car, the silence threatening to push him over the edge. He tensed when Xingchen moved, pulling something out of his jacket pocket, before holding his hand out, a tiny circle with golden plastic wrapping in his palm.
A piece of candy shouldn’t have made his throat feel tight. What the fuck was wrong with him?
He eyed the candy, but couldn’t resist more than a few moments before taking it. He turned it over and over between his fingers, listening to the crinkle of the wrapping.
“You don’t have to keep shutting us out, love.”
Xue Yang slanted a look at Xingchen from the corner of his eye. “Of course you’d rather have a heart to heart every time there’s anissue,” he sneered.
“Is that really worse than this?”
“Maybe,” he replied, turning his attention out the window again. Just becausetalkingworked out a few things last time didn’t mean it always would.
He knew exactly how bad things could get bytalking.
When they pulled up to the clinic, he bit back a snarl. He wasn’t in the mood for this bullshit, but Xingchen was being a bitch today and refused to let him cancel.
He shoved the door open and stalked inside to find the suite for his appointment, and walked into a fucking forest. He stopped in the doorway and counted a dozen plants in the corners and on shelves - herbs and tiny succulents, and something with giant leaves in the corner where the sun came in. A table to the side had a pitcher filled with ice water and slices of lemon and green leaves, a large pot of overgrown mint beside it.
“Oh,” Xingchen said, coming up behind him, “this is nice.”
Xue Yang scoffed and moved to the desk where a woman was deliberately not staring at them. He gave his name and waited for her to check him in before sinking into the sofa. He waited until Xingchen sat beside him to ask, “What the fuck is that smell?”
Xingchen took a deep breath and relaxed. “Tea tree,” he said with a smile. He leaned forward, picking up a piece of fruit from a bowl on the table. “Are these for guests?”
The receptionist looked up with a smile. “Yes, help yourself.”
Xue Yang watched Xingchen pick up a napkin and wipe the fruit off before tearing off the leaves on top. “The fuck is that.”
“Persimmon,” Xingchen said brightly. “Would you like a bite?”
“…Is it good?”
Xingchen hummed and peeled a section before taking a bite, smiling as he licked his lips. “Yes.” He peeled another bit and held it out in offering.
“What’s it taste like?”
He tilted his head as he considered. “Mm, sweet. And reminds me a bit of a tomato.”
Xue Yang grimaced at the idea of a sweet tomato, but whatever. If it was sweet, it was probably good. He leaned over and opened his mouth, letting Xingchen feed him. The sweetness was milder than he usually liked, but the flavor was good. He propped his head against Xingchen’s shoulder and waited to steal another bite.
“Should I have Zichen pick some up?” Xingchen asked with a soft laugh.
The mention of Song Lan killed what little of a good mood he’d scraped together. “If you want,” he replied, sitting up.
Thankfully, the door across from them opened then. A teenager stepped out, shoving his hands into his pockets and eyeing them as he skirted around them to check out. Behind him was a young man with a bright smile that immediately put Xue Yang even more on edge.
“Hello,” he said, looking at Xue Yang and Xingchen. “I’m Mo Xuanyu. Please, come in.” He stepped back and held the door open in invitation.
Xue Yang sighed and got to his feet, sure this appointment would last even less time than the asshole who sneered when he realized Xue Yang and Xingchen weren’t “just friends”.
Xingchen gathered up the trash and stood to throw it away. He stopped beside the door and looked at Xue Yang, tilting his head.
He didn’t give Xingchen time to ask stupid questions, just took his hand and dragged Xingchen in behind him.
The office had even more plants - a few succulents on the desk, an aloe plant in the window, and a bushy thing on the table in front of the sofa. There was a hotplate beside the succulents with a kettle of water and a short bookcase filled with books on the far side of the room.
Xue Yang sank down onto one side of the couch without letting go of Xingchen and used his other hand to poke the plant. The tiny leaves immediately twitched and closed in on themselves. “The fuck,” he said, leaning forward and poking the other side.
Mo Xuanyu closed the door and settled in the chair across from them. “I’ve found that to be one of the best ice breakers,” he said with a smile. “Which one of you is Xue Yang?”
“Me,” he said, leaning back and bracing himself for another awkward session. When Mo Xuanyu asked who Xingchen was, he grinned and replied, “My lover.”
Mo Xuanyu blinked in surprise. “Oh. And you are-”
“Fucking,” he said, ignoring the sound Xingchen made as he watched for any reaction that would let him end this session now.
“Congratulations,” Mo Xuanyu replied hesitantly, looking from one to the other. “And your name?”
“Xiao Xingchen,” Xingchen answered, his voice polite enough, but there was definitely a disapproving tone there.
Xue Yang would be getting an earful later, but whatever. He couldn’t remember why he’d agreed to this bullshit anymore, though Xingchen was always quick to remind him and to ask if he really wanted to go through that again.
He was starting to think that maybe another breakdown was preferable to dealing with a new stranger twice a fucking week.
“Pleasure,” Mo Xuanyu said. “So I do want to make it clear I don’t usually do couples therapy-” he started, before Xue Yang cut him off with a sharp laugh.
“Don’t worry, he’s just here to make sure you don’t try to drug me against my will,” he said, ignoring Xingchen’s quiet sigh.
“Oh.” Mo Xuanyu’s bright smile was unexpected enough to throw Xue Yang off balance. “That’s good. It’s always nice to know a patient has a support network in place.”
Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me, he thought. He frowned in irritation, annoyed that Mo Xuanyu wasn’t getting annoyed with him. “Yeah, he’s great support, if you know what I mean,” he said with a leer.
Xingchen twisted his fingers free and clasped his hands in his lap.
“Would you like to talk about that?”
“What.”
Mo Xuanyu flicked his fingers. “It’s just, that’s the second time you’ve alluded to your sex life. Is there something you’d like to discuss about it?”
Xue Yang curled his fingers into his jeans and tried to breathe around the sudden vice in his chest. “No. Fuck you.”
“Xue Yang,” Xingchen said, his voice tight.
Mo Xuanyu tilted his head, letting the silence sit for a moment before speaking. “Would you like a drink? Tea, coffee, hot chocolate?”
“Yeah, sure. Hot chocolate.” It could double as a weapon, since he was sure he’d give in to the desire to claw this punk’s eyes out in the next few minutes.
“No, thank you,” Xingchen said when Mo Xuanyu looked at him.
With a nod, he moved to the desk and pulled out a large mug. He dumped a packet of cocoa mix in, added hot water and a spoon, then set it on the table in front of Xue Yang.
Before he pulled his arm back, Xue Yang caught sight of a long, jagged scar on his wrist. He didn’t realize he was staring until Mo Xuanyu said, “Pretty gnarly, yeah?” and turned both wrists to let Xue Yang see the matching scars on both.
Xue Yang pressed his thumb against the scars on his own wrist, hidden beneath his mantis shrimp tattoo. “How?” he asked.
“Oh, a sacrificial dagger,” Mo Xuanyu replied. “I was in a pretty dark place as a teen. Thought the occult could save me. Thankfully, I wasn’t as smart as I thought I was, and luckier than I deserved.”
Xue Yang stared a moment longer before reaching for the mug and giving it a stir. Out of all the therapists available, he’d ended up sitting in front of one who actually had some idea of what his patients may have gone through? He might have accused Xingchen of arranging this, if not for the fact he’d gone through so many already these past weeks.
That didn’t mean he had to like this one. Or trust him.
He took a sip of hot chocolate. “Okay,” he said, setting the cup down. “So tell me your diagnosis so far.”
“We haven’t spoken nearly long enou-”
“I saw your behavioral analysis books. You’ve already got some ideas. I wanna hear ‘em.”
Mo Xuanyu frowned, sitting back in his chair as he looked Xue Yang over. “Alright,” he said softly. “You seem to place particular significance on sex, possibly to the point of tying your self worth to your desirability. You default to antagonism and anger when uncomfortable, going so far as to alienate even those closest to you. I suspect that can lead to you sabotaging yourself and your relationships.”
He paused and glanced between them before looking back at Xue Yang. He waited a moment for a response, but Xue Yang’s tongue was paralyzed. “I also suspect you have some bad experiences with therapists or doctors, likely pertaining to medication,” he added.
Xue Yang swallowed and finally got his tongue unstuck. “Fuck you,” he said, getting to his feet and stalking out of the room. He tried to slam the door, but it had some kind of automated pressure release. He gave up with a snarl and found the bathroom. That door he could slam, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfying.
He moved to the sink and hunched over it, his skin crawling. He didn’t think he was that easy of a read, so the little shit had to have cheated somehow. Maybe Xingchen really had talked to him. Or maybe Song Lan. The thought of either of them going behind his back made his stomach churn. He stared at the drain and couldn’t help wondering if maybe they’d already figured all that out on their own. It’d only taken Mo Xuan-fucking-yu five seconds apparently. They’d had three fucking years.
What else had they assumed about him but never mentioned? Did they talk about him when he wasn’t there?
He lifted his head to stare in the mirror, straightening and poking at his eye with a frown. He hadn’t slept well last night, but it shouldn’t have been enough to put those dark circles under his eyes.
He had half a mind to put his fist through the mirror, but if he was going to deal with that mess, he’d rather do it in his own bedroom where he wouldn’t have to deal with someone fussing over him. With a sneer, he splashed cold water on his face, patted dry with a paper towel, and sauntered back to the office.
He opened the door in time to hear Xingchen say, “I just wish I knew-” before he cut himself off.
“Wish you knew what, Xingchen,” he sang, forcing a grin onto his face as he stepped inside.
Xingchen pressed his lips together and shook his head.
Xue Yang frowned and turned to Mo Xuanyu, irritation igniting under his skin. “Talking about your patient behind their back?”
“No. We were just having a chat.” Mo Xuanyu smiled and gestured to the couch. “Please sit and we can continue, if you’d like.”
Xue Yang eyed Xingchen, but gave up and sat when he refused to look up.
“Xiao Xingchen, would you like to finish what you were saying?”
Xingchen sighed and tilted his head towards Xue Yang. “I wish I knew how to have a conversation with you without you fighting every attempt.”
He crossed his arms and lifted his chin. “Conversation about what?”
“Anything,” Xingchen replied, shaking his head with a soft, humorous laugh. “Absolutely anything of any importance.”
“Too bad I don’t feel like talking to you.”
“Would you feel like talking to me?” Mo Xuanyu asked.
Xue Yang tensed, turning a sharp grin on him even as he watched Xingchen from the corner of his eye. He’d already pissed Xingchen off enough he might just be willing to take up that offer himself; not like he’d evertalked to one of the therapists before - he was only supposed to be here to make sure they didn’t throw him in an institute.
When Xingchen shifted, Xue Yang’s attention snapped to him, his hand halfway to grabbing onto him before he realized he’d moved.
Xingchen blinked at him, his confusion shuttering into a blank expression a moment later. “I’m not leaving this room unless you say it’s okay.” His voice was neutral, but Xue Yang was intimately familiar with all the ways Xingchen could sound hurt.
That was the one he hated most. The one that sounded tired and resigned, like Xue Yang was somehow at fault when he hadn’t evendoneanything.
“Whatever,” he muttered, crossing his arms again. Then his mouth grew a mind of its own and said, “It’s fine. Just leave.”
“Xue Yang, look at me.”
He twitched and dragged his eyes up to stare at Xingchen’s nose.
“Are you sure?”
“I said leave,” he replied, pleased that his voice sounded bored despite the urge to throw something through the window. “Not like he can fix me anyway.”
Mo Xuanyu hummed thoughtfully. “That implies there’s something broken.”
Xue Yang blinked and slowly tilted his head to grin at Mo Xuanyu. “I’m not implying anything.”
Mo Xuanyu nodded. “I do charge extra for patients who bring me a WebMD diagnosis to deal with.”
His grin twitched wider, baring his teeth. “Leave, Xingchen.”
Xingchen hesitated before getting to his feet. He paused, likely looking at Mo Xuanyu for a sign he’d be okay, but neither of them looked away from each other.
Once the door closed, Mo Xuanyu asked, “Feel better?”
“No.”
“Yet you still sent him away.”
“Didn’t want any witnesses when I kill you.”
Mo Xuanyu raised an eyebrow, but otherwise didn’t respond.
Xue Yang twitched, only then noticing his heartbeat was too fast and it was getting harder to keep his breathing steady. “No response to that?”
“I was waiting for you to kill me,” he replied with a flick of his fingers.
Xue Yang sneered. “Calling me a liar?” he asked.
“Are you one?”
He laughed, though it sounded strained. “If I say yes?” he asked, digging his fingers into his arms and trying to focus on the mild pain, but it wasn’t sharp enough. The room was shifting at the edges of his vision. Darker furniture. Lighter carpet. For a moment, the bookshelf flickered and instead of books, there were stuffed animals and toys. Distractions, or rewards for him if he promised to-
A sudden burst of cold in his hand shattered the memories and his body jerked, his lungs seizing as he sucked in air like he’d been drowning. He blinked at his hand, seeing the white packet clutched in his fingers without comprehending.
“Better?” a soft voice asked.
He blinked again and turned his head to find Mo Xuanyu crouched on one knee beside him.
Mo Xuanyu nodded slightly and got up, sitting back down in his chair. “Does that happen often?”
Xue Yang shrugged and looked at his hand again, carefully turning the package over and staring at the words until he could read them. Some kind of chemical cold pack.
“Xue Yang.”
He looked up at the sound of his name.
“Are you present?”
He swallowed and took another breath. The sharp anxiety was gone, but now he felt drained and… untethered.
Mo Xuanyu leaned forward on his knees, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Okay. Listen to my voice. You’re safe here. No one will drug you or touch you without permission. Okay? Focus on the cold pack. Move it up your arm. Good. Focus on the chill and map out your body. Your arms and throat and the back of your neck.”
Xue Yang shivered as the cold spread. He let out a shaky breath as he slowly settled into his own skin again.
“There you go. Just breathe for a minute.”
He closed his eyes and pressed the pack against his face, breathing in the cool air around it. “Fuck,” he whispered.
“Welcome back.”
Xue Yang tensed and slowly lowered the pack so he could see Mo Xuanyu from the corner of his eye.
“Would you like an answer to your question now?” When Xue Yang frowned in confusion, he added, “About if you were a lair.”
He grimaced and shrugged. Not like it mattered much anyway. He definitely wouldn’t be coming back after this shit show.
“If you said yes, I would have to believe you, and then discredit everything else you said, which defeats the purpose of you being here. If you said yes and I chose not to believe you, I’ve already broken that trust, and there’s nothing I can do for you. So the more important question right now is: Are you a liar, Xue Yang?”
Xue Yang swallowed hard and tried to breathe. He knew this moment was important. Had the potential to be life changing. It was the same kind of weight he’d felt when he pissed of Chang Cian, though he’d been too young at the time to recognize it. The same as when Xingchen had asked him to move in. As when Song Lan kissed him the first time. As when Xingchen handed him a deed and title to his home with Xue Yang’s name on them.
He squeezed the cold pack hard enough it threatened to pop. “No,” he said, nearly choking on the simple word.
“Good.” Mo Xuanyu smiled and straightened. “Why don’t you take a few minutes, and I’ll go speak with Xingchen. Let him know I’d like to see you twice a week and get a schedule sorted out. You’ve had a stressful day, so we can end our session early. Come join us when you’re ready.” He waited for Xue Yang’s nod before quietly leaving.
Xue Yang closed his eyes as the door swung shut, only realizing as he slumped to his side on the couch that Mo Xuanyu apparently expected him to come back. Fucker. Like hell. He’d cancel the appointment as soon as he got home.
Except as he stared at the stupid plant that had already spread its leaves open again, he knew he’d be right here again next week.
Between classes and work and therapy, Xue Yang barely had time to breathe. He only had two semesters left before he could get his damn degree, and he’d taken an extra course this semester to make sure he’d meet all the requirements by the end. The last thing he needed was to file for his diploma and find he was short by one class.
It was better this way anyway. Things were back to awkward with him and Song Lan. Whatever weird space they’d found over the holidays was gone thanks to his fuck up.
He debated bringing it up with Mo Xuanyu just to see if he had anything to say about it, but every time he stepped into that office, his brain locked everything up and it took all his energy just to tolerate being there. He hardly remembered what they even talked about since it was so inconsequential, and he wondered why the fuck anyone would pay for that.
So far, they hadn’t had any of the deep revelations or emotional breakthroughs he expected, and he was irritated enough to say so at their next session.
“Well, that’s only going to happen if you want it to.”
Xue Yang sneered. “So it’s my fault.”
Mo Xuanyu tilted his head. “Therapy isn’t a magic pill you swallow to make everything better, and I’m not a genie who grants wishes.” He held his palms up. “All I can do is give you a safe space to vent and walk through your concerns, but unless you voice them, nothing will change.”
Xue Yang looked away, grinding his teeth and pressing his thumb into his left wrist. “Voicing them makes them real.”
“Yes,” Mo Xuanyu said softly, “but that doesn’t have to give them power over you.”
Xue Yang’s lip curled with a scoff. He wasn’t buying that bullshit in the least. Talking about shit always made things worse. Except for the very rare occurrence where it didn’t. He could count on one hand the number of times it hadn’t ended in a fight or worse, and they were all in the same twenty-four hours. Even those hardly counted, considering everything leading up to them, and even the talking had hurt.
“If you’re at the point you’ve decided you can trust me not to hurt you, perhaps you’ll let me help?”
“Can you?” he asked. He meant it to sound scathing, but it only sounded desperate.
“You’ll have to work for it. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be pretty, but if you decide that building healthier coping mechanisms and relationships is worth the fight, then yes, I can help you get there.”
Xue Yang swallowed and curled his fingers into fists. He knew something had to give. Somehow, the grand gesture of the house and… whatever the fuck was happening between him and Song Lan… As much as he wanted it, all it did was shine a light and show him how small and insignificant and dark his shadow was. As much as he might say they were lucky he’d decided to stick around, deep down, he knew he didn’t deserve them. Either of them.
Sometimes he had to wonder what he’d done in a past life to be cursed in this one. He could suffer through a thousand lifetimes worse than this one and still never deserve them. But as many times as he’d tried to give them an excuse to get rid of him, they refused. “I’ll lose them if I don’t,” he said quietly, glancing up at Mo Xuanyu, “won’t I.”
“I can’t speak for them, or predict the future, but… I’ve found that even love has its limits.”
He should have reached their breaking point over a year ago. How much slack could really be left at this point? If something had to give, he knew it had to be him. His instincts might have driven him to push them away, but he didn’t want to lose them.
He swallowed, the words cutting through his chest like glass when he said, “Help me.”
Holidays came and went, and they took Xue Yang’s foul mood with them. Mostly.
Since his nota breakdown, and the horrible heart to hearts they’d had since, things had… improved. He even had a therapy session in a few days, though after the past dozen “first appointments,” he was giving up hope of ever finding one who didn’t set his teeth on edge. Xingchen had gone with him to every appointment, sitting beside him since he couldn’t trust a new therapist, or himself. He’d nearly strangled the last one.
The cold-as-shit weather still irritated the fuck out of him, but he didn’t quite feel like stabbing everyone these days.
Even Christmas had been enjoyable for once, though the fact Xingchen’s present was to put Xue Yang’s name on the title for the house still made his head spin. Moreso since Song Lan’s name hadn’tbeen there. And as if that wasn’t enough, the house was completely paid off.
All he’d been able to think about the past weeks was that if something happened, he’d still have a bed to sleep in. He would still have a home.The enormity of that idea alone was too much for him to comprehend, even when it held all his focus.
He grunted as Song Lan’s gloved fist caught him in the side. It wasn’t the first or even fifth time he’d failed to block or dodge, but this time, he let his body crumple to the mat and flopped onto his back.
Even squatting, Song Lan loomed over him, eyeing him with a frown. "Where’s your head today?”
“Up your ass.”
Song Lan’s lips twitched as he pulled off his gloves. “Either you underestimate the size of your head, or overestimate my ass.”
Xue Yang laughed. “I dunno. Anything’s possible with enough lube,” he said, before swinging his arm at Song Lan, grumbling when he easily blocked the attack. He flopped back onto the mat, blinking as Song Lan set his gloves aside before working Xue Yang’s off as well. The wraps followed, and Xue Yang twitched when Song Lan ran his fingers over his left hand.
That gesture was becoming more of a habit than Xue Yang liked, but the fact Song Lan had adjusted his hand a few times now and kept the pain at bay was enough he didn’t pull away.
Song Lan squeezed Xue Yang’s wrist before getting to his feet and putting the sparring gloves away. He hung the wraps up to dry before coming back to the mat with Xue Yang’s leather glove. The new one that Song Lan had given Xue Yang for Christmas. One of two, actually. One black, and one a dark, soft gray that made Xue Yang think of Song Lan. The color of a wintery sky, or the calm before a storm.
He couldn’t deny the glove was a million times more comfortable than his old one. Custom made specifically for his hand, the leather thinner and more flexible.
Song Lan slid it into place and then hesitated, his fingers lightly holding Xue Yang’s hand. He glanced up with an expression that might have been concern.
Xue Yang instinctively tensed. That was another thing that was becoming a habit, and he couldn’t tolerate it nearly as much, because it always seemed to lead to talking.“Fuck off,” he said, before Song Lan could say anything.
Song Lan sighed and let go, rocking to his feet in a smooth motion that was far too graceful to be fair. “I’m taking a shower,” he said.
“Of course you are,” he replied with a roll of his eyes, picking himself up off the mat. He glanced at Song Lan when he didn’t move and found Song Lan watching him with an intense expression that was usually reserved for sex. He raised an eyebrow with a slow smirk, tipping his head back to expose the line of his throat. “Should I have said ‘fuck me’?”
“Mm,” Song Lan replied, his eyes flicking to Xue Yang’s throat, before he turned and headed inside.
Xue Yang grinned and followed. He expected Song Lan to shut the bedroom door in his face, but he left it open. He stepped inside in time to see Song Lan toss his shirt in the hamper before glancing over his shoulder at Xue Yang. When he didn’t say to get lost, Xue Yang moved further into the room and peeled off his own clothes, tossing them after Song Lan’s.
He could count on one hand the number of times he’d been invited into Song Lan’s bedroom; Xingchen’s room was the unofficial bedroom for sex. Song Lan’s room was obsessively clean and tidy - a few pictures on his dresser, his watch, wallet, and keys resting in the center. The bookcase was dusted and piled high with books, and the bed was made.
He paused as his eyes caught on a book on the nightstand, bookmark sticking out a few chapters in. It was one of the books Xue Yang had given Song Lan for Christmas. Not the new one by one of Song Lan’s favorite authors, but one of Xue Yang’s favorites he’d thrown in on a whim. An urban fantasy full of magic and snarky gay characters.
He didn’t know what to do with the strange warmth bursting in his chest, so he ignored it, following Song Lan into the bathroom instead.
It wasn’t as large as Xingchen’s - no tub to stretch out in - but he doubted Song Lan ever indulged in a bubble bath without Xingchen’s insistence anyway.
The water was already running and he took a moment to eye-fuck Song Lan. For a trauma surgeon, he was fit as fuck - all solid, compact muscles and strong arms. The water rivulets running over the tattoos made Xue Yang want to follow them with his tongue and teeth. So he did, stepping into the shower next to Song Lan and getting right to work. He didn’t get far before Song Lan tugged his head back, and he blinked as he was guided under the hot spray, fingers running through his dampening hair.
He caught the pleasing scent of Song Lan’s citrus shampoo and swallowed a moan, but he couldn’t resist closing his eyes. He’d shared showers and baths with Xingchen plenty of times, but those were usually more about the foreplay. There was the one time they’d been covered in edible paint, but even that had devolved into making out instead of getting cleaned.
He’d never been bathed by another person - Xingchen didn’t count. He doubted he’d even been bathed as a baby. Not like this, anyway. Not… tenderly. “You’re terrible at the foreplay,” he grumbled, when Song Lan rinsed his hair and started on the conditioner.
Song Lan hummed and shifted, his thigh pressing against Xue Yang’s erection. “Am I,” he replied dryly.
Xue Yang cracked his eyes open to glare, before snatching the cloth and soaping it up. He pressed it to Song Lan’s chest and slid down to his stomach, pausing as he heard Song Lan’s hitched breath. He almost missed it over the rush of water, but he couldn’t miss the way Song Lan shivered under his touch. A smirk touched his lips, but he hid it against Song Lan’s throat.
Of fucking courseSong Lan would get off on getting clean.
Whatever. He could work with that. He’d make this the dirtiest shower of Song Lan’s life.
He slid his hand down and across Song Lan’s hip, teeth grazing against the wet skin of his throat. He dipped further, lightly scrubbing the inside of a thigh, and was rewarded with fingers tightening in his hair.
“Xue Yang.” Song Lan’s voice was heated, and Xue Yang could hardly believe it was because of him.Maybe letting Song Lan be something other than rough with him wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“Fuck me, Zichen,” he murmured, biting Song Lan’s shoulder.
Song Lan’s fingers gripped the back of Xue Yang’s neck but didn’t pull him away. Instead, he grabbed the other cloth and began washing Xue Yang in return. “I have a better idea.”
He tipped his head back and raised an eyebrow. “Better than fucking me?” he asked, inching his hand up to cup Song Lan’s balls, circling his fingers and cloth around them.
Song Lan shuddered and pushed into Xue Yang’s hand before visibly getting a hold of himself. “Maybe.”
Xue Yang’s eyebrow twitched higher, curious despite himself. It’d probably be something boring like reading together, but whatever. Xingchen had made a comment about being happy they were getting along better, and when Xingchen was happy, Xue Yang was less likely to be lectured or subjected to disappointed looks. “Yeah? Okay. What is it?”
Song Lan swallowed and actually looked hesitant. He didn’t respond immediately, focusing on scrubbing Xue Yang’s back and chest instead.
Xue Yang contented himself with making sure Song Lan’s cock and balls were squeaky clean, running his thumb along the piercings over and over again. He flicked his tongue against one of the barbell nipple piercings in the same rhythm and was surprised Song Lan let him.
Instead of answering the question, Song Lan said, “Xingchen will be home soon.”
“Yeah…” he replied, torn between irritation and fascination at the cryptic response, until he realized Song Lan was stalling.His hand stopped moving and he tipped his head back with a grin. “C’mon, Zichen, spit it out. You wanting to wait for him to get home so you can spit roast me or something?”
“Or something,” Song Lan replied, and Xue Yang felt his blood warm from more than just the shower.
“Oh yeah?” He dropped the washcloth to land with a splat and wound his arms around Song Lan’s neck. “Are you going totellme, or do I have to start listing all the dirty things we haven’t tried yet?” Which wasn’t many, but he had a wild imagination.
“Or do you want to try a new position? Reverse cowboy?” He widened his eyes with a mock gasp. “Don’t tell me you wanna do itmissionary style,” he said, laughing as Song Lan clamped a hand over his mouth. He licked Song Lan’s palm, surprised when he didn’t immediately pull away in disgust. If anything, it seemed to turn him on, though Xue Yang chalked it up to being in the shower.
“I want your mouth on me,” Song Lan said, his voice rough and quiet, and Xue Yang could have sworn there was a hint of pink on his nose.
He raised an eyebrow, about to ask if that was all, when Song Lan continued.
“While I read.” He paused and swallowed. “Until Xingchen gets home.”
Xue Yang blinked, then blinked again as it sank in what Song Lan was asking. His lips twitched into a grin before fading in disbelief, then twitched again as a weird flutter of nerves started in his stomach. He grabbed Song Lan’s wrist and tugged, rocking onto his toes when Song Lan pulled his hand away. “Zichen, are you asking to use me as a cock warmer?”
Song Lan’s eyes darkened and his expression somehow grew even more intense. “Yes.”
The nerves intensified until he was sure he had a swarm of hot snakes writhing in his gut. He swallowed and forced his grin to stay in place. “Sounds fun.” It sounded like torture, in one of the best ways. “I’ll wait out there,” he said, before stepping out of the shower. He snagged a towel and scrubbed himself dry as he moved back into the bedroom. He eyed the bed a moment, before sitting in the chair in the corner. The same chair he’d sat in while watching Song Lan fuck Xingchen without being allowed to touch himself.
Only once had he been invited onto the bed, and he’d been blindfolded and tied down while they took turns with him.
He’d never been alonein here with Song Lan. Not for sex anyway.
The shower cut off and the door opened a minute later. Song Lan eyed him a moment with an intensity that sent shivers down Xue Yang’s spine, then turned away and opened a dresser drawer. When he turned back, he had a strip of black cloth and a ring in his hand.
A blindfold. And a cock ring.
Xue Yang stared at them as heat pooled in his gut. He licked his lips and forced his eyes up Song Lan’s chest to his face. “Kinky.”
Song Lan’s lips twitched and his shoulders seemed to relax. He moved to the bed, set the items on the nightstand, and tugged the covers back, flicking them to the other side of the bed. He pulled a small pillow with a dip in the center from under the bed. Then he settled himself against the headboard, stretching his legs out with the pillow between his calves, and tugged his towel, letting it fall open to either side of him. He picked up the cock ring again and looked at Xue Yang, all intense expectancy.
Xue Yang swallowed, his grin faltering around the edges, but he held it in place by sheer force of will. They’d never done something like this alone. Sure they fucked, rough and kinky most of the time, but never like this. Never something that felt like a scenewith… protocols and expectations. They always had Xingchen as a buffer for those.
He pushed himself out of the chair and sauntered over. He pulled his own towel off, but Song Lan caught it before it hit the floor and spread it out between his legs. “For someone who just suggested this, you sure are organized about it.”
Song Lan raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
Xue Yang’s breath locked in his throat, a fresh pulse of warmth in his gut at the thought of Song Lan thinkingabout him. “That so,” he said, hating the way his voice came out thick and strained.
Song Lan’s lips twitched and his eyes darkened. “Mm,” he said, which wasn’t an answer at all, the dick. He held his hand up and Xue Yang dropped his gaze to it, swallowing and stepping closer to let Song Lan put the cock ring on him. Followed by the blindfold.
He forced his breathing steady as his sight vanished, swinging an arm instinctively for something to balance on. He fully expected Song Lan to let him fumble and fall and guide him to his cock after. He wasn’t prepared for Song Lan’s hands on his shoulder and arm.
He froze and sucked in a startled breath, shivering as Song Lan slid his hand from Xue Yang’s shoulder all the way to his wrist, before guiding his hand to Song Lan’s shoulder. Then he did the same to the other hand, before moving to Xue Yang’s hips, following his arms back up to his shoulders and down his sides. Strong fingers gripped the back of Xue Yang’s thigh and tugged, until he got the hint and lifted his leg. He was sure he’d knee Song Lan in the groin or something, but he landed on the mattress. He scooted over until he hit Song Lan’s leg, then pulled his other knee up.
Song Lan hummed softly in approval and Xue Yang twitched as warm tingles erupted along his scalp. “Lie down with your feet over the pillow.”
Xue Yang scoffed quietly. That was easier said than done, but he shifted back, using Song Lan’s arms and chest and stomach for balance. And an excuse to touch. He may have taken longer and wriggled more than truly necessary, but he could blame it on the blindfold.
Once he was settled, Song Lan’s fingers stroked through his hair. “Comfortable?”
“Getting there,” he grumbled, bracing himself against Song Lan’s hip and thigh before shifting his lower body. He nudged the pillow with his toes until it was under his shins. Then he hesitated, feeling the heat of Song Lan’s body around him. Pressed along every inch of him. He lowered himself the rest of the way, resting his cheek against Song Lan’s thigh and sliding his hand across Song Lan’s stomach towards his cock.
Song Lan caught his wrist before he could touch and Xue Yang huffed. “Mouth only.”
He tipped his head back with a grin. “I might bite.”
“Try it,” Song lan replied, and Xue Yang shuddered at the vague threat.
He wondered what Song Lan would actually do. If he’d throw Xue Yang to the floor and kick him out, banish him from his room forever. Or if he’d get rough. Slap him. Put a gag on him so he couldn’t do it again. He licked his lips and shifted his head closer enough that his lips brushed against the piercings along the underside of Song Lan’s cock. “What’re you gonna do if I do?” he asked, his breath stuttering as Song Lan’s fingers tightened in his hair.
Song lan was silent long enough that Xue Yang started to think he would leave it as a vague threat, but then he shifted. A drawer opened and closed and Song Lan took Xue Yang’s hand and pressed something into it. Leather and metal, and fuck. It was the spider gag. He’d only caught a glimpse of it once, when Xingchen took it out of his chest and gave it to Song Lan to keep in his room.
He let out a shuddery breath, curling his fingers through the center of the gag. “Are you always this kinky with Xingchen?” he asked, dragging his tongue along the piercings, shivering as his tongue piercing clicked against them.
“Sometimes,” Song Lan replied, his fingers twisting tighter as he let out a long sigh. “Do I need to use it?”
Xue Yang considered how far he wanted this to go. He was already blindfolded and who knew what Xingchen would add to the mix when and if he joined. The thought of being gagged while cockwarming Song Lan was almost unbearably hot, but he wanted Song Lan to makehim wear it, and he had a feeling Song Lan wasn’t in the mood to be rough.
The idiot wanted to be gentle.Withhim. Gods knew why, it wasn’t like he’d ever askedfor that. He liked when Song Lan won a sparring match, pinned him to the mat, and wrestled him into submission and fucked him, but that didn’t happen nearly as often as he’d prefer.
“No,” he finally said, moving his arm to drop the gag to the floor. He shifted enough to properly get his mouth on Song Lan and took him in. He almost moved too fast and choked himself - somehow it always surprised him how bigSong Lan was. He was definitely a show-er not a grow-er.
He worked his mouth open, relaxing his jaw and groaning as Song Lan’s fingers convulsed in his hair. His other hand settled against the back of Xue Yang’s neck, a heated weight that urged him forward without forcing him.
“Finally using your mouth for something useful.”
Xue Yang made as indignant a noise as he could and pinched Song Lan’s hip. He would have grinned when he heard the soft rumble of Song Lan’s laugh, but his mouth was too full.
It took another minute before he was able to take Song Lan in completely, breathing out slowly through his nose as he fought his gag reflex. He shifted the last little bit to stretch out comfortably and slowly relaxed.
When he’d settled, Song Lan let out a soft groan and relaxed beneath him. “Can you put your hands behind your back?”
Xue Yang couldn’t stop the soft whine that escaped even as a fresh spark of arousal went up his spine. He took a few slow breaths, swallowing and making his throat relax around the head of Song Lan’s cock, before carefully moving one hand behind his back.
Fuck. It’d be so easy to choke with both of his hands behind him.
Song Lan squeezed the back of his neck and tugged his hair, forcing his head to the side so it rested against Song Lan’s thigh.
That helped. Xue Yang relaxed against the support and took another breath before sliding his other arm back. He did nearly choke as the angle and pressure changed, but he still had enough room to breathe. Barely. A deep groan escaped him when Song Lan’s fingers tightened against his neck, fingers just brushing against his throat with the new angle, and his body went limp.
Song Lan’s sigh ended in a soft groan. His thumb slid along Xue Yang’s jaw, catching the saliva already pooling at the corner of his mouth with a quiet hum. “Good?” he asked, his voice rough.
Xue Yang couldn’t risk nodding so he made a soft, affirmative noise. This was good. Even if he’d prefer to have Song Lan fucking his face. But considering he’d been invited into Song Lan’s room for once - without Xingchen - and had Song Lan’s cock down his throat, he could be… good.
Patient, or whatever.
He could be patient. He was patient about things, just not usually sex.
Sex shouldn’t require patience.Sex should be fun and rough and fast and leave you fucked out and unable to think.
Goodsex should leave you blissed out for hours, but his mind never turned off long enough for that. If he was lucky, he got maybe ten minutes before it cranked into overdrive.
Song Lan’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Relax,” he said, sounding bemused. “I can hear your damn brain working from here.”
Xue Yang scoffed, grumbling around Song Lan’s cock. It wasn’t like having his mouth full was enough to distract him, especially when he wasn’t even doinganything. If he could give Song Lan a proper blowjob, he could lose himself in the rhythm. Or if Xingchen were here, he’d know how to shut Xue Yang’s brain off. Stick a finger up his ass and soothe him with his voice, tell him how good he was, how pretty he was, and how Xingchen was going to take him apart.
Something flicked Xue Yang’s nose and he startled, choking on Song Lan before he put his head back at the angle where he could breathe. He snarled quietly, the saliva that had pooled around his tongue slipping free and running over his chin and Song Lan’s cock.
He tensed, sure Song Lan would push him away in disgust. He wasn’t expecting Song Lan’s dick to twitch, or the taste of precum on the back of his tongue.
His breath stuttered and his own dick hardened in response. He couldn’t stop his quiet moan, but somehow thatwas enough to derail his thoughts. He was suddenly hyper-aware of the coarse hair scratching against his face. The smell of clean skin and citrus soap and musk. The heat of Song Lan’s legs pressed against his sides. The shift of Song Lan’s chest with each deep, steady breath.
If he focused hard enough, he could almost feel Song Lan’s heartbeat on his tongue.
Song Lan hummed softly in approval, and goosebumps prickled along Xue Yang’s neck and shoulders. His hand vanished from the back of Xue Yang’s neck, and a moment later there was the rustle of paper.
The book.
Xue Yang squirmed from the strange flicker in his chest, knowing Song Lan was reading the book Xue Yang had given him while his cock was in Xue Yang’s throat.
He closed his eyes against the blindfold and tried to ignore it.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed. He lost count of how many times he heard a page turn. His jaw was getting sore, but he welcomed the ache, relaxing into it and letting it drag his mind deeper where thoughts couldn’t reach him.
Eventually, he heard the front door close and a spark of excitement ignited in his gut.
“A-Yang?” Xingchen called. “Zichen?”
The only indication that Song Lan had heard was his dick twitching and the renewed taste of precum on Xue Yang’s tongue.
Footsteps in the hall brought Xingchen closer. “Zich-ohhh.” He let out a soft breath of surprise from somewhere near the doorway. “What did I miss?” he asked, and Xue Yang could hear the pouting smile in his voice.
“Nothing,” Song Lan replied. “We were waiting for you.”
“You - oh.” Xingchen sucked in a breath. “I’ll be right back,” he said. A moment later, his bedroom door opened and a few moments after that, his shower cut on.
Song Lan’s fingers flexed in Xue Yang’s hair and he breathed out on a low hum. “Still good?”
Xue Yang wiggled his tongue in answer and Song Lan flicked his ear in response.
Xingchen’s shower lasted for-fucking-ever.By the time he finally came back, filling the room with damp heat and the scent of strawberries, Xue Yang was ready to bite Song Lan just to move things along.
“Gorgeous,” Xingchen murmured, his fingers joining Song Lan’s in Xue Yang’s hair, earning a soft whine. The bed dipped, and there was the unmistakable sound of kissing. “How long have you been waiting?”
“Not long,” Song Lan replied.
Xue Yang snorted and grumbled “Liar,” sure his tone got the meaning across.
Xingchen laughed and rubbed Xue Yang’s ear between his fingers. “I think I broke his trance.”
“Mm. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to get up.”
“No?” Xingchen sounded surprised. His fingers trailed down Xue Yang’s spine with a thoughtful hum. “What were you thinking, xīngān?”
Song Lan hummed and shifted, the sound of the book hitting the nightstand following. “I was thinking using him as a cockwarmer is surprisingly relaxing.”
“It certainly looks like it,” Xingchen replied, amusement in his voice. His fingers continued further, reaching the base of Xue Yang’s spine and slipping into the crevice between his cheeks.
Xue Yang squirmed, rocking into the fingers and only managing to choke himself.
Song Lan tsk’ed and pulled on his hair, forcing his head up enough he could breathe without freeing his mouth. “Stay still.”
Xue Yang’s eyes watered from the sting of pain in his scalp and he relaxed into it with a moan. He nearly choked again when Song Lan released him without warning. Fucker.
He’d just gotten settled again when he realized Xingchen was settling between his legs. He moaned again, shivering when Xingchen’s breath warmed his lower back.
“So beautiful when you give yourself over to us,” Xingchen murmured, branding the words into Xue Yang’s spine with his lips. He pressed a kiss into each of Xue Yang’s palms before sliding his hands up Xue Yang’s thighs and over his ass, his thumbs delving between Xue Yang’s cheeks and spreading him open.
Xue Yang let out a strangled sound, his body practically vibrating in anticipation. Xingchen’s lips pressed smiling kisses down his spine, teeth scraping against his flesh, before hot breath washed over his entrance. Skipping right over it to tongue his balls instead.
He curled his fingers into fists with a whining snarl, but the way Song Lan’s fingers twisted in his hair, his other hand landing on Xue Yang’s neck and squeezing, had him relaxing with a pleading moan.
“Patience, love.”
“Mm. We’ll take care of you. First, Xingchen is going to use your ass as a cockwarmer,” Song Lan said, sounding smug.
Fuck.Fuck.He hated the thought of being used at both ends like that after already being there for who-knew-how-long. Almost as much as it turned him on.
Xingchen licked and kissed Xue Yang’s balls and thighs and ass, taking his time leaving marks that would bruise and linger, before finally, finallypressing his tongue into Xue Yang.
Xue Yang shuddered and tried to push into it or spread his legs, to dosomething, but every time he moved, Song Lan’s cock threatened to choke or gag him. He was helpless to do anything except let them have their way with him.
The moment he accepted that, his body slumped in defeat.
Song Lan’s cock was still a heavy weight on his tongue, the taste of precum almost constant now. Xingchen’s hands were firm, his tongue hot and wet as it pressed into Xue Yang. Pushing deeper with each thrust. His fingers squeezing and groping, breaths warming between Xue Yang’s cheeks and balls.
Then Xingchen pulled away, shushing Xue Yang’s whine. “Patience,” he said, stroking his fingers over Xue Yang’s hip. A few moments later, slick fingers pressed into him. “There now. Better?” he asked, twisting his fingers in deeper and hitting Xue Yang’s prostate.
Xue Yang’s body arched despite his efforts to keep still and he swallowed Song Lan into his throat with a chest-deep moan.
“Xingchen,” Song Lan said, voice sharp and strained and chiding. His fingers twisted in Xue Yang’s hair, forcing his head up before he suffocated.
“Oops,” Xingchen replied, adding another finger.
Xue Yang moaned again at the stretch, Song Lan’s fingers keeping a tight enough hold that his eyes watered.
“Can he take us both like this?” Xingchen asked, pulling his fingers away. The bed shifted and the pillow under Xue Yang’s legs disappeared.
Song Lan hummed thoughtfully. “Can you… pet?”
Xue Yang went still in confusion before it sank in that Song Lan had just used a pet name on him. He made a face, wrinkling his nose. What the fuck.
Xingchen laughed softly. “I’m not sure he likes that one.”
With a sigh, Song Lan squeezed the back of Xue Yang’s neck again. “I was considering ‘brat,’ but I doubt that one would work either.”
Yeah, no. He tried to say as much and hoped his tone conveyed his feelings. He didn’t need a damn pet name from Song Lan. Having Xingchen call him ‘love’ was bad enough.
“How about ‘slut’?” Song Lan asked dryly.
Xue Yang’s dick twitched and his breath caught on a moan as warm goosebumps rippled over his entire body.
Fuck.
He’d been called lots of things, most of them unpleasant, but the sound of Song Lan calling him a slut was… hot. More than hot. It was reestablishing the balance between them, all the rough sex and Song Lan’s physical dominance and power all wrapped up in one little word.
Xingchen hummed, his fingers absently stroking Xue Yang’s hip. “You don’t like that word.”
“No,” Song Lan agreed, his thumb sliding firmly along Xue Yang’s jaw, “but I can get used to it.”
Xue Yang shivered, heat creeping up his neck and into his chest. Great. Now that thatwas established, they could get back to more important things. He wiggled his ass in blatant demand for them to get on with it and yelped as Xingchen smacked his ass in return.
Song Lan snorted quietly and pulled Xue Yang off his cock for the first time since they started. “On your knees.”
Xue Yang gasped, sucking in air and feeling empty with his mouth finally free. He worked his jaw and let his arms drop to his sides before fumbling onto his knees. Xingchen’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him up and then pulling him back and down, until Xue Yang was sitting in Xingchen’s lap. Another guided nudge of his hips and Xingchen pressed into him.
“Fuck,” he moaned, arching his back as Xingchen filled him completely in one quick thrust.
Xingchen hummed in pleasure, pressing a kiss to Xue Yang’s neck before sliding a hand up his spine and forcing him down.
Song Lan’s hands gripped his hair and shoulder, guiding him back down onto his cock. “Hands behind your back or under my legs.”
Xue Yang moaned and shifted his knees as he rebalanced, putting a hand behind his back and quickly realizing he couldn’t hold himself up like that.
He shoved his forearms under Song Lan’s thighs and breathed. The new position kept his hips and stomach above the mattress, stretching his lower back. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Xingchen’s hands moved between gripping Xue Yang’s hips and his thighs, pressing into his flesh and coaxing him to relax.
He twitched as Song Lan shifted his legs, pressing down on Xue Yang’s arms to keep them trapped. He tried once to free them and earned a sharp twist of fingers in his hair that left him panting and wanting more.
“Stay still if you want to come when we’re done with you.”
Xue Yang snarled and wiggled his tongue, fed up with being patient. Xingchen was here now; they needed to fuck him properly. He flexed his hips and tightened his ass around Xingchen’s cock for good measure.
Xingchen sighed and landed a sharp smack to Xue Yang’s ass. “Zichen asked you to be still.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea after all,” Song Lan murmured.
Xue Yang froze, his heart skipping a beat. His skin crawled with the memory of the last time he’d heard those words, even if they hadn’t meant what he’d thought. Supposedly.
Song Lan tensed beneath him. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, his voice sharp. He tightened his fingers when Xue Yang tried to pull away, but didn’t stop him from lifting his head, his cock slipping out of Xue Yang’s mouth. “No,” he snapped. “Calm down and listen.” He swore quietly and gripped Xue Yang’s arm.
“You were relaxed. Comfortable. Before Xingchen came home.”
Xue Yang clenched his teeth, ignoring the fact he was naked between them with Xingchen buried in his ass. He curled his fingers into the sheets. “And?” he snapped, his voice hoarse, which he blamed completely on Song Lan’s dick.
“And it was good. I wanted Xingchen to enjoy that, too.”
He sneered and twisted one arm free from beneath Song Lan’s leg. “Enjoy me being quiet andunobtrusive?” he spat, hating the twisting sensation in his chest, squeezing the oxygen from his lungs. He clawed at the blindfold, snarling when Xingchen shifted and pulled out, before wrapping fingers in a light grip around his wrist.
“Xue Yang,” Xingchen said firmly. “Breathe. Stop running.”
“Running? From what. You?”he scoffed, ignoring the soft sound Xingchen made. He could easily imagine the face that accompanied it - lips turned down in a concerned frown and hurt in his eyes.
“Yourself,” he said quietly, his fingers twitching against Xue Yang’s wrist like he wanted to hold tighter. “And whatever has you stuck in your head.”
“Fuck you.” Xue Yang choked on the words and turned his head away from them both. He wanted the blindfold off, but the thought of seeing either of them, looking at him with their misplaced pity or frustration, made him itch to claw their eyes out.
None of them moved for long enough that his skin crawled, heat burning in his throat. They had to look ridiculous, sitting on the bed naked, frozen and too scared to do anything because he’d managed to fuck up something as simple as sex.
Again.
He heard Xingchen draw in a breath to speak, but cut him off first. “Whatever. You two have fun,” he said, ignoring the weird sound of his voice.
Xingchen didn’t fight when he twisted his arm free. Neither did Song Lan when he pulled on his other arm. He got the blindfold off one eye enough he made it to the door without breaking anything and stalked to his own room.
He’d just shoved the door open when he heard Xingchen’s quiet, “Are you alright?”
He looked back, somehow expecting Xingchen to be right behind him, and frowned when he wasn’t. Why was he askingZichenthat?
Song Lan let out a loud sigh. “I really thought I was making progress with him.”
“You are.” There was a rustle of sheets and Xingchen’s voice was quietly muffled when he said, “Even a year ago, he’d never consider letting you that close.”
Song Lan’s laugh was short and brittle. “Maybe by the time we’re in a nursing home, he’ll let me hug him.”
Xingchen let out a startled laugh and quickly stifled it. “I’m sorry. I know you’re serious, it’s just…” His laughter faded and he sighed. “I hope that doesn’t turn out to be true.”
Xue Yang stared at his room, feeling a bit like he was drunk and the ground wouldn’t stop moving. He wasn’t sure what part his brain was skipping over more, that Song Lan wanted tohug him, or that he expected Xue Yang to still be around when they were old and decrepit.
Like fuck he was living that long. As soon as his dick failed to get an erection, life would be meaningless.
As meaningless as sabotaging perfectly good sex? his brain supplied.
With a snarl, he ripped off the blindfold and cock ring, dropping them both in the hall before locking his door behind him.
XXC: *suffering from a headache and unable to stand XY and SL bickering any longer, gets the handcuffs and attaches one end to each of them without warning, proceeds to lock himself in the bedroom to nap*
A XueXiao papercraft commission for @veliseraptor! Ahh, the good times for Xue Yang and Xiao Xingchen in Yi City, before everything implodes horrifically all at once. Candy! Grocery shopping! The occasional recreational murder! Fixing up the house! Surely that all evens out into domestic bliss?
If you like Xue Yang and you like reading about dozens of different twists and turns and fascinating takes on the Yi City arc, please give Lise’s fics a read; they are delightful!
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