[ He scolds Wen Kexing, can't help it, can't help the way it's in
his nature even as he leans into the hand wrapped loosely around the base
of his throat, the hand that he knows could easily snap his neck. It's no
danger to him, though, the way Wen Kexing touches him so gently and
reverently, all that violent strength held at bay to keep Zishu in place as
Wen Kexing takes his mouth, kisses him breathless. ]
I missed you.
[ Zishu takes advantage of a brief pause to say it into the space
between them. It hovers there, plain and clear, even though Wen Kexing's
only been gone for a few hours. It's true, though, the words ringing with
open vulnerability. He always feels better with Wen Kexing at his
back--especially in these strange, unfamiliar places crawling with ghosts. ]
no subject
Sticky.
[ He scolds Wen Kexing, can't help it, can't help the way it's in his nature even as he leans into the hand wrapped loosely around the base of his throat, the hand that he knows could easily snap his neck. It's no danger to him, though, the way Wen Kexing touches him so gently and reverently, all that violent strength held at bay to keep Zishu in place as Wen Kexing takes his mouth, kisses him breathless. ]
I missed you.
[ Zishu takes advantage of a brief pause to say it into the space between them. It hovers there, plain and clear, even though Wen Kexing's only been gone for a few hours. It's true, though, the words ringing with open vulnerability. He always feels better with Wen Kexing at his back--especially in these strange, unfamiliar places crawling with ghosts. ]