[ Before long, both of Xue Yang's arms are slotted around Xie Lian's waist to keep him from running away, the only thought in his mind being that this is approximately the best thing to ever happen to him aside from meeting Xie Lian to begin with all those years ago. He wasn't out there alone on the streets for long, but he was there long enough to learn that if life offers you the slightest good, you grab on and you never let go.
He continues to kiss Xie Lian softly, the way he feels his companion should always be treated, knowing full well the other man is a god and not the frail creature he looks but not caring either way. Each press of lips is gentle, searching, tentatively exploring as he aims to kiss Xie Lian's breath away, to keep going until the next step makes itself clear.
Meanwhile, dinner bubbles, starts to scorch. Xue Yang makes an irritated gesture behind Xie Lian's back, snuffing out the flames. The only thing he's interested in having is more of this anyway. ]
[ slowly but surely, xie lian starts to relax a little. his thoughts are a mess, bouncing around in fourteen different places---what he should be doing with his hands, or his mouth, or how he should probably push xue yang off now, or how the guoshi would probably kill him for even thinking like this, or how nice and warm and soft his mouth is and how kissing is a good, good thing--but he takes in a breath through his nose and tries to use it to center himself.
(what's enough? is there a point where they should stop? on the one hand, yes, probably. on the other hand xie lian has no idea where that point is, and also, he's really enjoying this a lot.)
so, slowly, the grip he has softens, inch by inch. slowly, he returns the kiss with the same curious, gentle fervor, less white knuckle as he tilts his head to the side to return the favor. his hand lifts, again, this time pressing soft knuckles against xue yang's cheek, the brush so tender and sweet it's barely there, hesitant, but exploring. xie lian is the opposite of frail--he can be savage in his emotions and his actions--but here he's unsure. even so, he treads forward, cautious steps into the darkness.
he doesn't notice the flames going out, or the smell. what he does notice is when he shifts to press just a little closer on instinct, his foot brushes against what has to be the mistletoe plant. it's that that finally gets him to break away--xie lian lets their lips press together one last time, lingers just a moment too long, and then pulls back.
his eyes flutter open, finally, still close enough to feel xue yang's breath, and slowly, he shifts to look down at the mistletoe, on the ground between them. xie lian doesn't say anything, though, just stares at it for a solid moment, as his entire face turns red.
he hasn't let go of xue yang, either, fingers still loosely gripped against the front of his robes.
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He continues to kiss Xie Lian softly, the way he feels his companion should always be treated, knowing full well the other man is a god and not the frail creature he looks but not caring either way. Each press of lips is gentle, searching, tentatively exploring as he aims to kiss Xie Lian's breath away, to keep going until the next step makes itself clear.
Meanwhile, dinner bubbles, starts to scorch. Xue Yang makes an irritated gesture behind Xie Lian's back, snuffing out the flames. The only thing he's interested in having is more of this anyway. ]
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(what's enough? is there a point where they should stop? on the one hand, yes, probably. on the other hand xie lian has no idea where that point is, and also, he's really enjoying this a lot.)
so, slowly, the grip he has softens, inch by inch. slowly, he returns the kiss with the same curious, gentle fervor, less white knuckle as he tilts his head to the side to return the favor. his hand lifts, again, this time pressing soft knuckles against xue yang's cheek, the brush so tender and sweet it's barely there, hesitant, but exploring. xie lian is the opposite of frail--he can be savage in his emotions and his actions--but here he's unsure. even so, he treads forward, cautious steps into the darkness.
he doesn't notice the flames going out, or the smell. what he does notice is when he shifts to press just a little closer on instinct, his foot brushes against what has to be the mistletoe plant. it's that that finally gets him to break away--xie lian lets their lips press together one last time, lingers just a moment too long, and then pulls back.
his eyes flutter open, finally, still close enough to feel xue yang's breath, and slowly, he shifts to look down at the mistletoe, on the ground between them. xie lian doesn't say anything, though, just stares at it for a solid moment, as his entire face turns red.
he hasn't let go of xue yang, either, fingers still loosely gripped against the front of his robes.
hm. ]