( It is perhaps no surprise that Zhou Zishu's face in him leaves him wordless, it is also no surprise that Wen Kexing reacts to it by surging forward, claiming that earnest mouth in a kiss less sweet than before, brimming at the edges with a fragile, desperate affection. He kisses him deep, palm pressed over a cruel scar, the other coming up to curl at the nape of his neck and hold him still.
When he pulls back it is with a ragged breath. )
Ah-Xu.
( It is terrifying, being a loved thing, he can feel it battering the inside of his chest. )
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When he pulls back it is with a ragged breath. )
Ah-Xu.
( It is terrifying, being a loved thing, he can feel it battering the inside of his chest. )
Yes.
( He will always come. )