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Xiao Xingchen ⬤ Mo Dao Zu Shi
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[blindforlove]

Ah, the other two...

[Perhaps he hasn't still taken too much time to learn about whatever might happen from others. As long as he can bear with it, it'll be fine, but he certainly doesn't expect to enjoy whatever's in store. He takes in a big breath and sighs, enough to make the other man's head rise and fall with it.

Hearing that his wounds are better, and yet the man still clings onto him like a spoiled child, he's at a loss for what to do.]

What? You don't want to get changed? Are you really about to sleep like this?

[That fight must have been more exhausting than the man let on.]

[noneforyou]

[ Isn't acting vaguely like a spoiled child part of what makes Xue Yang endearing, though? It's a part of his personality he deliberately played up, at the very least.

He gives a small shake of his head. ]

Why would I get changed?

[ He's slept in these clothes before, especially when staying over at Xiao Xingchen's place. ]

[blindforlove]

[Xiao Xingchen wants to point out that he himself doesn't appreciate the scent of blood, but he pauses before he figures... well, he's slept through worse. If the man likes it, then it's no big problem for him anyway.]

Ah... never mind it. You really are sticky, like a piece of candy.

[With a laugh, he squeezes the man a little tighter in his arms.

He can't blame the man for enjoying the moonlacing so much. After all, he likes it more than he would care to admit, himself. Perhaps, if just for this cycle - where the man will need more energy for the fighting he's driven to do and recovering afterward - he won't mind them like this.]

Here, it'll be better like this.

[Still holding on, he moves himself until he lies his back down on the couch, head by the end of it. Now it'll be easier for them to get to sleep.]

[noneforyou]

[ Suddenly Xue Yang finds himself pressed against Xiao Xingchen from top to bottom, and his heartbeat picks up slightly. The excitement isn't sexual. It's darker than that. It's the twisted feeling from before springing back up fresh, the voice whispering Mine, all mine, as he adjusts his grip for the new position (but doesn't let go, oh he certainly does not let go).

This is the body he kept preserved in the coffin, but it's alive and it's warm. He worked so hard for even the slightest chance at something close to this, and now he has it.

Xue Yang isn't going to sleep like this. It's far too risky to sleep like this; all he needs is his left hand to wind up in the wrong spot when one or both of them shift in the night. But he's willing to spend the night like this, awake, feeling the warm flow of moonlacing from the contact between himself and Xiao Xingchen. Because Xiao Xingchen is his. ]

You're right, daozhang, this is better.

[blindforlove]

Mm, good. I didn't think I'd be too comfortable.

[The extra weight on him should feel like an inconvenience pushing down on him as he tries to sleep, yet the man feels like anything but that. His heart starts to race a little faster, and he can only hope that his friend doesn't make a note of it, even if it'd be hard for him to miss like this.

He feels the man's heartbeat too... but he won't think too much of that.

With another couple of strokes to the man's back, he can try to focus on sleeping. Perhaps he ought to be a little more embarrassed at doing this, but he doesn't, only noting that they're both enjoying it. If that's the case, then what is there to dislike? Of course, it could be only because of the moon, and he should try to be more considerate of their boundaries even during these strange times.

He'll just have to trust that the man will make it clear what he minds later.]

Now let's get some rest.

[noneforyou]

[ Xue Yang feels that heartbeat pick up, but it doesn't matter to him right now. What he's getting out of this right now has little to do with how Xiao Xingchen is feeling about it.

He tightens his arms briefly, almost as if it's a hug. It is, but it's not. ]

Alright. Sleep well, daozhang.

[ This will be a lot to sort out later. There's a lot of things happening that Xue Yang is missing or ignoring thanks to the fact that this is an indulgence of some of his most twisted desires amplified by Sanguis. They'll all be things that he sorts out later, because right now, Xiao Xingchen is trapped underneath him willingly.

The way it feels almost right to have Xiao Xingchen asleep beneath him, that Xiao Xingchen is willing to indulge him so far and let the two of them get this close, even something as little as the unfamiliar feeling of arms wrapped around him for the first time in possibly his whole life... Once his mind is clear, it will be a lot to digest.

For now, all he wants to do is spend the entire night pressing down Xiao Xingchen, seeing, hearing, feeling, and smelling his sleeping form. He can nap tomorrow back at his own apartment. ]