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❛ i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart. ❜ to lx ❤️
vein had set something in motion. long before england, somewhere, like a miscalculation, the error flashing on the screen. liu xiao finds it challenging, to find a pattern in what’s unpredictable, because everything and everyone is prone to fall into place at one point. their singular meeting point is this: pain.
a dark flame pushes through, burns from within. vein’s hands hold him steady, his back feels wet where the wine spilled and perhaps there’s blood soaking into his clothes, but he doesn’t dare to wonder beyond that - his mind can’t move past that point, because vein’s hunger is the selfish kind, he doesn’t like it when his attention wanders elsewhere, so a hand quickly wrenches his face upward, eyes back on him.
look at me. his eyes tell.
not minutes ago, this table had been occupied by his henchmen. dangerous men, dressed in tight-pressed suits, tense as wooden dolls. no matter how many times they’d seen it, the vision of man eating man would always serve as the haunting reminder that whatever separated them from being on the plate was their boss’ own humor. changing weather.
“you fuck on the same table that you eat?” he’d never obsessed about this kind of details, letting out a soft chuckle when vein dismisses his words, wedges his thighs apart with his own weight and begins to move. “hah - i guess it’s no different.”
nothing but corruption, there’s no semblance of beauty to it, merely the pleasure of a hungry beast seeking for his own amusement, like he was toying with his prey. liu xiao feels himself pressing around vein, chest constricting. his gaze followed the direction of vein’s finger, coming closer to his face and burying itself inside his parted mouth, pushing in, his thumb roaming the flat of his wet tongue and back row of teeth, ‘lick them clean’ he’d said.
ah, he remembered, then, where that hand hand been, stroking both their erections until they were ready - until vein was ready to ram into him as he was now. liu xiao closed his mouth around the digit, palming at his forearm, tracing the tense muscles all the way up to vein’s shoulder, where he found the fresh wound of a bite mark, digging his nails deep and unkindly. his body is yanked back down across the table, then, feeling as though he’d been plunged into ice water, muscles going stiff as vein hit a particularly sensitive spot, gauging his reaction, smiling wide at the whine that rumbles through the fingers still exploring liu xiao’s half-closed mouth.
i'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart.
noticing his cue, liu xiao wrapped his legs around vein’s waist, a snake’s embrace that brought him even closer in, warmth against warmth, melting at the intersection. the fingers now coated in spit found their way south and began to stroke liu xiao in lethargic motions, keeping him suspended in air, desperate for release. he pulled vein down and into an open-mouthed kiss, sucking on his tongue. “don’t hold back on my behalf. not that you’ve ever done it before, have you?”
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“ never understood why you were such a book worm, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to put this one down. ” it’s a nasty habit of vein’s to touch everything in liu xiao’s dorm when he enters. he’s a collector of high class trinkets and designer goods. anyone with a keen eye would be attracted to all he’s got. this Shakespeare hardcover has his eye. “ you never told me why this one draws you in so much, guess one day I’ll know, ” crimson red eyes twinkle in humor. still so much he was learning about liu xiao. “ my heartbeat. you hear it, don’t you? what can you gather, from someone like me? ” to lx 😏
“did you know, there are people who can lower their heartbeats to the minimum?” he says thoughtfully.
which wouldn’t be that much of a problem, he thinks, if they weren’t weaponized for warfare or spies. when vein made his way to him, liu xiao remained seated on the couch, his eyes falling briefly on the black tea at the table. he feels more than he sees the approach, vein’s silhouette distorted by the rippling surface of dark-tinted liquid. he doesn’t need to look up to know he’s smiling, all sharp teeth and confidence. he liked that about vein.
“you are faring well, if that’s what you’d like to hear.” praises are earned, he supposes, and vein has done more than enough for liu xiao to allow him this much. “manipulating heartbeats is not impossible, it can be done with training, but asking for a reading when you are prepared for it makes for poor evidence of self-control.”
when he looks up, his eyebrows raise in an apologetic gesture, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and the brief connection between gazes holds up for as long as his finger taps lightly on his crossed legs, echoing the rhythm as he hears it: steadfast, in the beginning, but it picks up around the moment where vein’s attention becomes captured, two predators measuring each other from the limits of their territories.
watching for a reaction, liu xiao smiles, “what your heart tells me right now is that you’re confident. you’re certain that i won’t notice you’ve been stalling. for what, that i cannot tell. you’ll have to do it yourself. what is that you want to say so badly that it’ll make you skim through shakespeare?”
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( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in
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[sms] 23;45: it's good to know but it's not something we should discuss over the phone. i'll come to see you tonight. [sms] 23;46: dispose of your phone once you read this.
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