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He's at the dressing table again, staring into the looking glass with an intensity that makes Zhao Yuanzhou mildly jealous even if he knows exactly what his dear heart is currently scrutinising. The great demon can understand. He gets the same way about the little dragon horns that his Xiao Zhuo seemingly grew overnight.
Rolling over on their bed, he swings his legs over the edge, quickly throwing the closest outer robe over his naked shoulders. Padding over, Zhao Yuanzhou smiles when their eyes meet in the mirror.
A flicker of surprise at being caught out of bed when they'd always agreed that they would wake together colours Xiao Zhuo's blue eyes. He starts blushing, perhaps a little shy under his demon's appreciative gaze.
"It's just..."
"It's fine." He cuts through the beginning of Xiao Zhuo's sentence. Slumping over his little dragon's back, he wraps himself around him, tilting his face to press soft kisses to his temples, his cheeks, the corners of his plush mouth, the tip of his nose. Zhao Yuanzhou carefully drags his smile against the slide of his beauty's jawline, slipping a slow scrape of his teeth until he feels Xiao Zhuo huff impatiently.
"Don't tease."
"As my Xiao Zhuo-daren wishes it." The demon purrs, shifting his body weight to cradle his beloved. With a happy hum, he leans up to kiss at the tips of the horns; twin nubs that protrude from Xiao Zhuo's hairline, easily things they could explain away as cosmetic jewellery in the mortal world, but here in the Wilderness, Zhao Yuanzhou wants nothing more than to show them off.
Wants Xiao Zhuo to take pride in this tangible, physical piece of his biology, wants to worship him from his head to his toes, wants to paint him and display the portrait on an altar, and build a temple to his love.
More than that, the great demon just wants his Xiao Zhuo to be happy and content. To know that no matter what form he takes or how many seasons have passed, this demon will always love him the same way as the moment they met crossing weapons.
Parting his lips, he licks at the right horn, base to tip, gratified when he feels Xiao Zhuo shiver in his arms. Zhao Yuanzhou does it again to the left horn, hiding his smile against the crown of bed-mussed hair. His boabei is still very sensitive from the new growth and it would be easy enough to take him apart with touch alone.
Zhao Yuanzhou would know. They'd spent days in bed exploring that.
Softly blowing at the spit-slicked nubs, he makes a move to continue his ministrations when his little dragon pulls away, the shoulders of his robes falling away when he turns around to press Zhao Yuanzhou down to lie on his back.
With a single move, he straddles the demon. Eyes lust dark in the light, Xiao Zhuo is a vision as he rolls his hips, grinding their fronts together.
"My turn."