“Every shadow is a door; no matter where you are, I’ll come for you,” Laike teased, lascivious with his bolstered confidence. He was running his hands beneath that robe becoming more and more displaced with his agitations, modesty’s blush replaced by a hunter’s dirt streaked red, bruising in the afterglow. “I’ll come for you if you’re begging on the floor, in your bed, at the edges of your father’s receiving hall when you’re bored of listening to Fanxing’s petitions. I’ll come for you when you’re sent to wander the world, when you’re cold and alone in the winter mountains, in abandoned buildings and run-down inns. Wherever there’s a shadow you can cry yourself a gateway and I promise: I’ll come for you.”
Yuhui parted the southern half of his robe, permitting a leg to slip free from indigo weaving and press an enduring touch up the inside of Laike’s thigh, a pale caress in platinum moonlight.
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“Then I will show you how I beg.” there’s something about this line that just…gets me, whoo.
Such a pretty scene and descriptions for a first time. Oh, these sweet boys, Laike’s nervousness is so palpable here. He’s between boy and man, learning desire and how it’s at odds with his training, everything he knows by what I’ve gleaned from Xueyu’s teaching and the overall feeling of Juanshi and the mountain.
He was waning sun, wanting moon; he was a stardust scattering of old bones, brittle ashes. ah, chef’s kiss what a description.
auroral, ohmic, trailing & asunder; magnetic & ionic, heady, hedonistic. liz, the absolute ambassador of alliteration
yingxi/xiao mimi is one of my favorites, god as;ldk