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"About what? Letting you fuck me?" Xue Yang chuckles and presses his foot playfully against Song Lan's thigh. "No. It was good."

Edited 2023-10-16 13:00 (UTC)

"Obviously." Zichen rolls his eyes and tickles the bottom of Xue Yang's foot. The answer makes him feel hot again.

"I react to you. I don't know if I would to anyone else."

Xue Yang lets out a giggle and tries to pull his foot away. He's ticklish there too!

"Really?" He doesn't want to bring up Xiao Xingchen again, so he doesn't. It's not like he'd know. Neither of them had gotten that close to him.

Good. Zichen chooses to lay beside Xue Yang then, facing him on his side.

"I've never tested it." but he has felt nothing but numb and cold since Xingchen stabbed him and Xue Yang's spell took hold.

Xue Yang lets himself scoot closer then. "Well, now you have. You felt warm inside me..." And he doesn't want to admit it, but it had easily been the best sex he's ever had.

Warm. Zichen is touched by the description. Gods above, he wants to be warm and alive again!

"You were warm too." and welcoming. And sweet.

"Is it always like that?"

"Not always. Only when it's good." Xue Yang's had enough sex in his life to know the difference.

"You really should consider getting your tongue back," he adds, half-teasing, half-sincere. "Makes kissing even better."

What a reason to want his tongue back! Zichen rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. Only when it's good, hm?

"I am getting tired of typing my every thought."

It's such a nuisance. In a way, he can be more cautious what he says, but he also can't communicate effectively when he is emotional.

Edited 2023-10-16 21:39 (UTC)

"There's a woman named Ulla who should be able to give it back to you. She returned my arm. She's a warden. There's a ritual involved, and it's not painless, but it's really not that bad. Worth it, anyway."

It's not just about the kissing! It would be nice to be able to communicate more effectively with Song Lan too.

Ulla. Zichen pales at the thought of more magic and he glances at Xue Yang uncertainly. But he has seen that the other man has his arm back; that isn't any trick.

"I'm not like you. What if it doesn't work?"

"I don't think that'll matter. Just ask her about it."

For all his previous taunting, Xue Yang is starting to feel a little bad for cutting out Song Lan's tongue. It had seemed necessary in the moment back then, but... even before they ended up on the Barge, he had sometimes wished that Song Lan could talk to him. He'd only had himself to talk to for a long time...

Zichen hesitates and then nods, obviously unsure. He might even be frightened, though they are both incredibly stubborn when it comes to that emotion.

"Will it be my tongue? It's not someone else's, right?"

"Yeah. I don't know how she does it, but..." Xue Yang tugs his sleeve up on his right arm to show Song Lan that there's no scarring or anything to suggest that the arm hasn't always been attached. "Looks like my arm, feels like my arm."

Zichen leans in and gently touches the limb, stroking his fingertips over the skin. It looks good. A fluid transition from Xue Yang's shoulder to his upper arm.

"It is impressive." he worries his lip, "I will try. Eventually."

"Good." Xue Yang feels surprisingly pleased to hear that. "Just don't get yourself killed after. Apparently, dying here makes the new body parts disappear and you have to do the ritual again." Which is profoundly stupid, but at least it's contributed to keeping some of Xue Yang's reckless tendencies a little more in check. Emphasis on a little.

"So you have a reason to not be an idiot." Zichen concludes, smirking. Does he need a reason like that too? Maybe. He never really saw himself as reckless, but if someone he cared about was in danger, he wouldn't hesitate to throw himself into the fray.

Xue Yang pouts at him and lifts his leg to kick his hip. "I'm not an idiot!"

"Did I call you an idiot right now?" Zichen counters and kicks back, "I said you can act like an idiot."

Xue Yang lets out an exaggerated whine when kicked. "That's the same thing!"

"It is not. If you were an idiot all the time, there wouldn't be any hope for you." Zichen frowns at the whine and tugs Xue Yang against him.

Xue Yang rolls his eyes, a surprised little noise leaving him when he's pulled up close to Song Lan. "What? You want another round?" he says with a playful smirk.

"Xue Yang." he types the name firmly, "You were whining like a kicked dog." and Zichen hadn't particularly liked it.

Thus. Embrace.

Xue Yang laughs a little, but he can't deny that he likes being held like this. "Aw, were you concerned about me, Song-daozhang?"

"No." he lies as he hugs Xue Yang tighter, his face against his neck. He breathes in deeply and, yes, finds Xue Yang's natural scent. It's comforting somehow.

"Liar," Xue Yang huffs out, but he doesn't make a single move to get out of the embrace. It strikes him that they really only have each other. Just like Yi City, except this time, Song Lan can make his own choices... and somehow, he's chosen to be here with him. He doesn't really get it, but he's not going to question it right now.

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