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[fated_dance]

That...sends a spark of heat through him, making him swallow before humming. Pressing into the soft kiss, he feels those elegant fingers peel back the last layer hiding him from his beloved's hungry gaze. Zishu trails fingertips over his Lao Wen's robes and arms, mostly just for the joy of touching and feeling as his lover's hands move over bared skin.

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It takes so little effort on Zishu's part to turn Kexing on. Merely existing is enough. Merely, as if Zishu's life wasn't as vital to Kexing as breath.

Their kiss lingers a moment before Kexing's lips begin to roam, starting along his beloved's jaw. A strong jaw that's fitting for Zishu's face, neither too broad nor too overpowering. Then beneath, to suck and nibble on the soft flesh below his jaw and the side of that slender throat. He could map out Zishu's entire body with his mouth, alas, that isn't his aim this evening. Not yet, anyway.

Once he pushes Zishu's robes down his strong arms, Kexing's eyes drag over his bared skin, drinking in the sight of smooth skin and scars, all combined to make this wonderful, exquisite man Kexing loves with all his heart and soul.

"Zhiji," he breathes out quietly. "Turn around so I can put this," he holds up the ribbon, "to good use."

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Zishu is alive now...because of his Lao Wen's love and devotion. He decided to live, to continue taking each breath, to fight for life and health, for his soulmate. The force of it never ceases to steal his breath away.

He shudders, breath catching when those lips start to wander. His head tilts just a little, welcoming each touch of lips and tongue and teeth, eyes lidding as heat starts to pulse through his body.

Feeling his robes slip down his arms, he shrugs to let them fall completely off. Baring himself to his beloved's hungry gaze. Letting his obvious arousal be seen, hard and proud between his legs.

The order makes him smile and he does as bid, pulling his hair over a shoulder to reveal the shoulder blades his soulmate loves so much.

[soakedinvinegar]

Ah, but Zishu is the most exquisite creature he's ever seen. Those strong limbs, the way muscle seems to move like water beneath his skin: the perfect mixture of beauty and power. And yes, Kexing's eyes linger on his lover's arousal. His ears perk up slightly and those many tails swish in a delight. It's difficult to resist Zhou Zishu when he makes himself so wonderfully enticing. Kexing can literally feel his mouth water at the thought of sucking Zishu's cock.

Kexing rises from his seating, gliding the red silk ribbon through his hands before artfully winding it around Zishu's body. He paces around the other man, binding his arms to his torso and in front of his body. It will probably be more comfortable that way once he's bent over Kexing's lap.

"Remember," he purrs as he makes the knots in the silk. "Red is only for me."

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Zishu loves how Kexing sees him. His tails swish happily at the attention to his cock, lips quirked in an amused (if soft) smile. Even more so when he lets his beloved move around him as he stays still, binding his arms in a way that pleases his mate.

A shudder of pure heat runs through him at those words as knots are made and he has to swallow. This shouldn't feel so very thrilling! And yet it is. About a year, that's how long they've been here.

"My Lao Wen is the only one who gets to see me in red."

[soakedinvinegar]

A warm smile, full of fondness tugs at Kexing's lips. His tails wag happily as he secures the silk ribbons around his beloved's arms and torso. They're not so tight as to be uncomfortable, but they are snug enough that they can't easily be escaped. How funny, he thinks, that he's worried about Zishu's comfort when he's about to spank him for being 'naughty.'

Once he's satisfied with his work, Kexing strips out of his outermost robe and drops to sit on the bed. He smiles with an open hunger in his eyes and pats his lap in invitation. He's already getting hard and the tent forming in his robes is clear to see. He doesn't mind. Why should he care that he desires his husband so much and so openly?

"Come, lay across my lap."

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He loves that smile and doesn't bother trying not to return it. The ribbons are snug, but he does nothing to try to wiggle free after rolling his shoulders in a hint of a test. He stands calmly, waiting, legs parted just a little. Though his head is lowered, his gaze remains fixed on his lover, watching as Kexing removes that outer later.

A low chuckle escapes at the pat to Kexing's lap, his arousal practically leaps at that hungry gaze. He smirks at the answering arousal and makes a point to rub against it in the process of draping himself obediently across that lap. "You seem to be having a small problem, Lao Wen," he teases.

[soakedinvinegar]

He lets out a soft hum as Zishu wiggles against him, running a hand along his husband's back to gather his hair and drape it over a shoulder. While he finds all of Zishu breathtaking, it's his shoulderblades Kexing's fixates on. Ever since he first saw them, he knew he wanted Zishu forever; wanted to be Zishu's forever.

One hand grazes along the column of his lover's spine, following the subtle s-curve from the base of his neck to the small of back. Both hands take turns caressing the curve of his ass, kneading the toned muscle gently.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," Kexing states in a husky voice. Almost as soon as the words fall from his lips, he raises his hand and strikes. The resounding clap of skin slapping skin seems to echo in the charged silence of the room.

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A sigh escapes as that hand runs over his skin, encouraging him to relax in this new position. It never fails to amuse him how much his beloved enjoys shoulder blades, but he also finds it rather cute.

The stroking over back and ass has him wiggling and humming as his tails make sure to stay out of the way, the tips twitching in glee. The kneading draws a low groan as heat shoots straight to his groin - as his beloved likely feels, considering where his arousal is pressed.

The groan becomes a gasp as a hand slaps his ass, making him jump a little even though he'd been expecting it. Just, not the extra shot of arousal that comes with it! "Not nearly enough!" Listen to him! He almost laughs at himself, it's ridiculous for such a thing to send so much heat through him!

[soakedinvinegar]

Kexing laughs at the challenge, though his goal is not to hurt his lover. But he's pleased with the response Zishu's body is having. He savors the feel of Zishu's erection growing against his lap, his own swelling to mirror it. There's a small respite as Kexing lets his eyes roam across his husband's back, drinking in the sight of his shoulder blades and the contrast of the red silk ribbon against his skin.

However, it's brief. His hand comes down again, with more force, smacking against Zishu's ass. A red handprint lingers after the slap and Kexing grins at the sight of it. A mark of claiming his mate.