[Xiao Xingchen falls into Xue Yang's arms easily, the feeling of someone holding onto him grounding him.
Laid out on the bed, he returns the kiss almost absently at first, before wrapping his arms around the back of Xue Yang's neck and pulling him in closer. With something to focus on in the chaos of his suddenly upended world, he grasps it and holds tighter. Even if this is the man at the center of it all, the one all his pain can be traced back to, it doesn't matter right now. Thinking too hard about what this all means plays on the very core of the person he has become since those days—it makes him want those days of playing pretend all the more, something easier and closer to what he imagined for himself long ago. He can care later, when he's recovered from Xue Yang knocking him senseless with a few words...
The both of them taste like fresh cake and fruit, covered in sugar-snow. With every part of the cake so strange and foreign from their worlds, it heightens this feeling of being inside a dream together, even as this island has become so familiar to him now.
He presses his thigh against Xue Yang's cock and rubs up against it, the heat another point to focus on.
Murmuring against Xue Yang's lips:]
I'll stay with you, here... if you promise to come inside me all night.
[He definitely isn't thinking right, which is what he wants right now. Perhaps he'll regret it later; that can be dealt with as it comes. Besides, it's not like he'll ever be able to escape Xue Yang entirely.]
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Laid out on the bed, he returns the kiss almost absently at first, before wrapping his arms around the back of Xue Yang's neck and pulling him in closer. With something to focus on in the chaos of his suddenly upended world, he grasps it and holds tighter. Even if this is the man at the center of it all, the one all his pain can be traced back to, it doesn't matter right now. Thinking too hard about what this all means plays on the very core of the person he has become since those days—it makes him want those days of playing pretend all the more, something easier and closer to what he imagined for himself long ago. He can care later, when he's recovered from Xue Yang knocking him senseless with a few words...
The both of them taste like fresh cake and fruit, covered in sugar-snow. With every part of the cake so strange and foreign from their worlds, it heightens this feeling of being inside a dream together, even as this island has become so familiar to him now.
He presses his thigh against Xue Yang's cock and rubs up against it, the heat another point to focus on.
Murmuring against Xue Yang's lips:]
I'll stay with you, here... if you promise to come inside me all night.
[He definitely isn't thinking right, which is what he wants right now. Perhaps he'll regret it later; that can be dealt with as it comes. Besides, it's not like he'll ever be able to escape Xue Yang entirely.]