Xue Yang giggles. Somewhere there is a tiny black snake crawling around and exploring.
His face warms and he smiles tenderly. "I don't know that I would've made it without you." More heart-shaped chocolate manifests - very fitting for a little celebration.
Oh they will find him and give him a good home. Just like the bird will be given a cage so they can have a safe place to roost at night.
Kissing Xue Yang again, he thoroughly enjoys that tender smile. To him, it's sweeter than the finest chocolate.
"You wanted it. Even if I gave you a good reason to try, the effort was all yours, love." he collects the chocolates, laughing. Bubbles, bright and happy, fill the air.
The kitties paw at the bubbles and sniff the candies, eyes wide. What is going on? This is fun!
Zichen gazes into Xue Yang's eyes and gently kisses his lover's burning cheeks.
"I love you. I knew you could do it." this time, he produces...a butterfly pendant in jade. The meaning behind the little creature is one Zichen remembers. Love and an endless union.
Zichen laughs and catches the veil, flushing as he imagines...yes. Marriage would be nice. He tucks the veil into his robes so the kitties won't mangle it and kisses the bridge of Xue Yang's nose.
"We have many years ahead of us. We'll have a home, A-Yang."
Zichen nuzzles their noses together and breathes, hopefully, against Xue Yang's lips:
"Will you marry me, A-Yang? On the Barge or...when we return? I don't mind either." he wraps the other man in his arms and nods gently, "We will have peace and quiet."
Xue Yang grins and kisses Song Lan again. "You do too." He kisses him again. And again, each kiss growing hungrier and deeper as Xue Yang is overwhelmed by his love and desire for this man.
"I...nnn...'m not graduating..." he manages between hungry kisses. Then he gives into them, returning them passionately, messily. He pulls their bodies together and wraps a leg around Xue Yang's hips.
Zichen grins and nips at Xue Yang's lower lip, loosening his robes too. He eagerly rubs their bodies together and then, mischievously, places the red veil over his lover's head.
Xue Yang blushes and grins when the veil is put over his head. "Mm, seems a little early to have our wedding night," he teases as he strokes his hands over his lover's chest.
"Just a little." Zichen lifts the veil and kisses Xue Yang tenderly, "But I know that this is ours. The ceremony will just make it public." and it will allow them to state their vows before the gods.
Zichen places the veil under their pillows and takes off his robes, revealing himself to his love. Then he helps Xue Yang become equally as bare, shuddering with a soft groan.
"I am so proud of you." he smiles and presses Xue Yang against the bed, "I have never seen you happier."
Xue Yang smirks and pulls the veil back from under the pillows. "I want to keep it on," he says. He hands the veil to Song Lan and practically purrs, "Put it on me, husband."
His expression softens at those words. "I've never been happier," he murmurs.
Zichen blinks and then smiles slowly, liking the idea almost immediately. He takes his time, placing the veil just right over Xue Yang's hair and face, using pins from his hair to hold it in place. His hands shake a little and he finds himself stunned by the beauty of Xue Yang's face under the fabric.
He really...doesn't seem like his past self at all. It's as if Xue Yang has gotten rid of a possession and can finally breathe the free air again.
"I will do all in my power to keep you happy and safe. That is my main goal in life now."
Xue Yang really enjoys the care that Song Lan takes in putting the veil on him. His face warms as he looks at his lover through the delicate fabric. He can picture Song Lan in red...
He does feel different. Freer. Like he can finally relax. Life in Yi City had been good, but he had always carried an underlying tension in his body. He'd never been able to fully relax, knowing that his identity could be exposed. Now he doesn't have to hide anymore.
He lifts the veil enough so that he can capture Song Lan's lips in a kiss. "Together," he murmurs.
His husband-to-be deserves his best effort and all the care Zichen can give him. He makes sure none of the pins poke Xue Yang's scalp and then he smooths over the delicate material, his expression soft.
"Together." he breathes, deepening the kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of Xue Yang's head. The trust...the honesty...the way his love reaches for him... All of it is too precious for words and Zichen doesn't want to ever give it up.
Xue Yang sighs in pleasure and lets his hands trail down Song Lan's body until he's almost touching his cock, only to then cheekily bypassing it to touch along his thighs instead.
His gaze is dark and lustful behind the veil as he teases his soon to be husband, sucking and nipping at his lips.
Zichen loves those hands. Once they had caused him agony - almost daily - but now they make him feel whole. His cock gives an intrigued twitch and Zichen groans when he is denied contact.
"Imp." he growls and licks at Xue Yang's lips, sucking on his tongue.
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His face warms and he smiles tenderly. "I don't know that I would've made it without you." More heart-shaped chocolate manifests - very fitting for a little celebration.
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Kissing Xue Yang again, he thoroughly enjoys that tender smile. To him, it's sweeter than the finest chocolate.
"You wanted it. Even if I gave you a good reason to try, the effort was all yours, love." he collects the chocolates, laughing. Bubbles, bright and happy, fill the air.
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"This flood is nicer than the usual kind we get," he says with a laugh as candy just keeps piling up between them.
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Zichen gazes into Xue Yang's eyes and gently kisses his lover's burning cheeks.
"I love you. I knew you could do it." this time, he produces...a butterfly pendant in jade. The meaning behind the little creature is one Zichen remembers. Love and an endless union.
He holds it out to Xue Yang, smiling softly.
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He takes the pendant and smiles. "At this rate we'll never have to buy gifts for each other again."
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"We have many years ahead of us. We'll have a home, A-Yang."
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"We will. I want to live somewhere quiet and peaceful." That's all he wants now. Peace.
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"Will you marry me, A-Yang? On the Barge or...when we return? I don't mind either." he wraps the other man in his arms and nods gently, "We will have peace and quiet."
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"Yes! And we have to do it here! I want a party!" He laughs, joyful tears coming to his eyes again.
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"You deserve one." his eyes glow with happiness, "You're proof, my A-Yang, that hope should never be abandoned."
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He presses himself back against Song Lan's body, groaning close to his lips.
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"Mmm you will be stunning."
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"Mm, it will." He sucks gently at Song Lan's lips as he rubs over his nipples.
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"I am so proud of you." he smiles and presses Xue Yang against the bed, "I have never seen you happier."
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His expression softens at those words. "I've never been happier," he murmurs.
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He really...doesn't seem like his past self at all. It's as if Xue Yang has gotten rid of a possession and can finally breathe the free air again.
"I will do all in my power to keep you happy and safe. That is my main goal in life now."
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He does feel different. Freer. Like he can finally relax. Life in Yi City had been good, but he had always carried an underlying tension in his body. He'd never been able to fully relax, knowing that his identity could be exposed. Now he doesn't have to hide anymore.
He lifts the veil enough so that he can capture Song Lan's lips in a kiss. "Together," he murmurs.
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"Together." he breathes, deepening the kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of Xue Yang's head. The trust...the honesty...the way his love reaches for him... All of it is too precious for words and Zichen doesn't want to ever give it up.
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His gaze is dark and lustful behind the veil as he teases his soon to be husband, sucking and nipping at his lips.
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"Imp." he growls and licks at Xue Yang's lips, sucking on his tongue.
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"Ah... you want my hands somewhere else, Zichen?" he murmurs playfully as he squeezes the meat of one of those gorgeous thighs.
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