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—i-🔥—
The shadows sway, painting on the wall a vivid image of two figures entangled, lips locked in a fiery kiss.
In flame-embellished dimness, rustle of fabric resounds as clear as ice shattering, melting into an ocean of searing desire.
You Huo pulls back, blowing scorching breaths onto his lover’s face. Graceful hands wrapped around lean wrists, the pads of his thumbs press right onto the pulse points, feeling them frantically flutter under his touch.
Qin Jiu, caged between his Big Invigilator and the soft sheets, makes no adjustment to free himself. He remains at ease, a sultry chuckle ripping from deep in his chest. “My Big Invigilator is quite–”
He gets interrupted. An edged hiss finds its escape out of his throat, and his lids glue shut for a brief moment. The sharp sting on the side of his neck is sure to leave its possessive mark.
Another laugh echoes, rich in depth. He complements the sentence left abandoned. “–Quite adventurous tonight.”
You Huo’s only response is an albeit remissing, proud hum. His head stays dipped low, buried in the neck that is bared for him in invitation. Kind enough he is to soothe the redness with a moist touch of his tongue, earning a delicious shudder in reward.
Naughty hands stray underneath ridden-up clothing, tracing prominent lines of muscle, caressing chiseled build. His touch is as patient as it is hurried, convincing the shirt off his lover’s body, drinking in the sight that is so sinfully tempting.
As Qin Jiu’s hands reach out to mirror the act, they face an unceremonious obstacle, You Huo pushing them far. He straddles the older’s lap, drawing out an unsatisfied groan from the man that colours the tip of his own ears crimson.
Nimble fingers replace their grip with a belt’s, wrapping the leather in a proper knot around reddened wrists, prompting an arch from elegant eyebrows.
You Huo lowers himself onto forearms, sealing their lips in another wild kiss. His fingers crawl close, ravaging silky strands of chestnut. Their hearts sync, their lips dance.
With a gasp, they separate. You Huo grinds against the other in deliberate rolls, trapping both of them in an unquenched web of need. His swollen lips part, a soft sigh escapes.
“Big Invigilator, stop tormenting this poor husband of yours, a?” Qin Jiu tries to reason with his beloved, voice too raspy for his patience to endure long.
You Huo blushes at the term ‘husband’. He designed the ring, proposed and gifted it while nourishing in mind the idea of becoming one for a life-time, and is still flustered at the word he has endeared in his heart for long months.
He finally puts an stop to this unjust torture. Their undergarments join the neglected pile of mess on the floor.
It nags on Qin Jiu’s nerves for less than ten seconds before he liberates himself from the bite of rough leather. He sits up, large hands grasping onto You Huo’s hips to adjust him closer, they rub on the protruding hip bones before one strays to the bottle on the nightstand. Two fingers dip in the slick substance and rake upwards until they reach their awaited destination, the tight ring of muscles clenching at their cool touch.
You Huo shivers and in primed habit, his nails dig into the elegantly shaped blades of his lover’s broad shoulders. A palm soothes him pressed to the older’s chest as the first digit glides inside, closely joined by the second. They rub and scissor, caressing all the right nerves as they prepare.
Every time, Qin Jiu, as desperate as he is for his beloved’s touch to salve his blazing need, is allayingly mindful in expanding him ready. And each time without fail, You Huo melts to a pacified mess in his embrace.
Slowly, the fingers draw away to promise the advance of a scorching length. Qin Jiu lifts him only to ease him low, lulling him onto the veiny thickness. He slithers in. Their breathes trap in their lungs and for moments, the world ceases to exist.
Qin Jiu waits until his Big Invigilator cues him to move. He balms their hips into a tentative rhythm. The shadows on the wall waver back and forth, seesaw high and low.
Goosebumps prick his skin. You Huo feels himself and feels it pulsate, smearing his inner walls with body fluids too scorching to endure. His head tilts backwards and then sinks forward, attempting to drown his despaired moans in a kiss.
Qin Jiu kisses him, but doesn’t allow him to hide. Those enthused whimpers reverberate off the walls and return to avenge, to paint the alabaster skin rosy. You Huo’s arms hook around the other’s neck, tug at the fine strands adorning his nape. He heaves and pants by his lover’s ears, hearing how the older groans at the caress of his damp breath on his ear.
He is tipping on the edge and it’s not long until he slips and falls. “Qin Jiu…” A whisper tumbles from his mouth. “Qin Jiu…”
“I’m here.” Qin Jiu assures, willingly, tenderly, breathlessly. “Right here.”
“Qin Jiu… I…” The clouds of ecstasy are ever-welcoming as they grace him in his collapse. Mist dazes and haze seizes him. “...love you so much.”
—ii-🤍☁️—
You Huo rustles and rouses. The sheets pool around his marked waist as he lifts his upper body, sparing his phone a passing glance to grasp the time before his gaze returns to drape on his lover’s face.
The curtains are sealed and the blinds are drawn, yet, from a sliver left neglected, a soft-hearted ray of sunrise reflects onto the older’s face, drawing a tender trail of caresses on his skin.
You Huo likes looking at Qin Jiu when he is asleep. The opportunity rarely graces, as fleeting as a butterfly’s wings’ flutter. And so, every time that restless phantom takes a rest in his hold, he snaps a quiet picture. Like he does now.
As for the reason the opportunity’s so flitting, it’s because he’s a sleepy-head. By the time he gets to rip from the realm of sleep and convince away the fog muddling his brain, Qin Jiu is already awake and awaiting, kissing his eyes and forehead. He whispers ‘good morning’ onto his lips and coaxes him into an embrace.
The older looks so peaceful when he rests, and it suits him so seamlessly.
No matter how unyielding is his strong-will, after all, he is human. There were days when the leaden responsibilities on his shoulders would weigh him down and slow his measured steps. Would parch his throat and drain his body of every ounce of energy it harboured. Every time, You Huo could see and would offer, a warm cup of tea, a welcoming embrace for him to soak in and a pat on the back for him to relish in.
This year was an intense one. Pile after pile of work would flow their way, depriving them of moments of ease. In order to get these days off, they had to break into sweat and brave unwellness.
And so, wordlessly, You Huo cherishes this morning.
Long minutes float into past before Qin Jiu finally stirs. His long eyelashes flutter and his lids bloom open.
The faint smile on You Huo’s lips remains. His hand stretches and traces a delicate line on the older’s cheek. “Awake?” A gentle whisper, as light as a winter breeze blowing in summer, echoes.
Qin Jiu chuckles, the sound is deep and hearty. “Awake.” He assures, the rasp in his morning voice willing You Huo’s heart to stumble.
His left hand seeks out You Huo’s, draws it in for a kiss on the glamorous ring, and entangles their fingers.
You Huo pulls close, gifts him a kiss on the forehead before planting another on his lips. “Happy Birthday.”