[ That missed opportunity plagues them both — regret paws at the exorcist’s heart as he tries to focus on the matter of the bakery, but that itch doesn’t subside despite best efforts. For all of his planning, it was so easily ruined because of … Natori.
Okay, it isn’t Natori’s fault, but Chongyun is feeling salty enough to blame his movie star face for the chaos in the theater.
And Steve. Fuck that guy. ]
I think so. The stores are still open.
[ But he isn’t looking in the direction of the bakery.
His eyes are rapt on Xingqiu, tone of his voice vaguely distracted. Droplets run down the other boy’s face and soak into his clothes, showing off the handsome lines of his figure. It’s cold, so light goosebumps flush across his pale skin. His lips are pale like peach blossoms. Even when drenched like a sewer rat, Xingqiu is still pretty.
The cold from the rain keeps Chongyun grounded even when his heart begins to beat a little faster in trepidation. ]
… Xingqiu.
[ Reaching out, the exorcist clasps his hands over Xingqiu’s shoulders. Without giving it any more damned thought, Chongyun leans in and finally does what he’s been wanting to do for a long time now.
He kisses him.
Lips meet lips. A little cold from the rain, with a hint of warmth hidden beneath the chill of getting caught in the storm. It’s a firm press, one that lingers as Chongyun’s light eyelashes droop. ]
no subject
Okay, it isn’t Natori’s fault, but Chongyun is feeling salty enough to blame his movie star face for the chaos in the theater.
And Steve. Fuck that guy. ]
I think so. The stores are still open.
[ But he isn’t looking in the direction of the bakery.
His eyes are rapt on Xingqiu, tone of his voice vaguely distracted. Droplets run down the other boy’s face and soak into his clothes, showing off the handsome lines of his figure. It’s cold, so light goosebumps flush across his pale skin. His lips are pale like peach blossoms. Even when drenched like a sewer rat, Xingqiu is still pretty.
The cold from the rain keeps Chongyun grounded even when his heart begins to beat a little faster in trepidation. ]
… Xingqiu.
[ Reaching out, the exorcist clasps his hands over Xingqiu’s shoulders. Without giving it any more damned thought, Chongyun leans in and finally does what he’s been wanting to do for a long time now.
He kisses him.
Lips meet lips. A little cold from the rain, with a hint of warmth hidden beneath the chill of getting caught in the storm. It’s a firm press, one that lingers as Chongyun’s light eyelashes droop. ]