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It’s all but five seconds of opening the door to Chongyun’s vacant house thanks to his parents being busy with clan business that it’s hastily shut behind him and Xingqiu and a kiss is pressed to his mouth.
Leave it to a long, busy training session that was 85% Xingqiu flirting with him and 15% actual training to get the mood for silly, stupid kissing kicked into full gear.
Chongyun blindly fumbles with the lock, tossing the house key onto the coffee table. It skitters across the wood before it softly thunks to the carpet, haphazardly being stepped over while Xingqiu drags him off to his bedroom followed by a trail of laughter.
Xingqiu steals kisses all down the hallway, pushing open one of the doors with the pads of his fingers and starting to walk backwards inside before Chongyun stops him, guiding him back out.
“Wrong room, Qiu. That’s the guest room.” Chongyun reminds him, earning an eye roll from Xingqiu.
“Both doors on this side of the hallway look exactly the same, and you try finding the right room and kissing someone at the same time, mister.” Xingqiu huffs without any real anger, shifting further down the hall to open the correct door and leading him inside.
The door shuts and Xingqiu kisses him again, resting his hands on his chest as he slowly pushes him back to sit on the bed. He clumsily clambers into his lap, dragging a hand up into baby blues curls while Chongyun’s hands rest high up on his thighs.
“Handsy, aren’t we?” Xingqiu remarks, earning a flustered frown form Chongyun who flicks his bare thigh in retaliation.
“Am not, you asked me to keep my hands on your legs last time we were kissing, so I’m doing it again at your request.” Chongyun huffs, dragging a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Only because you like my legs.” Xingqiu bumps his nose against his, pulling Chongyun’s hands back up his legs. “Don’t think I don’t know how much you were staring at them earlier during our sparring session.”
Chongyun blushes hard, moving away a little to catch his breath from all the warmth. “You’re one to talk, you couldn’t even look me in the eyes earlier when I took my hoodie off.”
Xingqiu’s face matches him in red, toying with a curl at the back of his head with a pout. “Alright, so you’ve got muscles. That’s not anything we don’t already know about.”
“And you were staring at them.”
Xingqiu squints at him, tilting his nose up with a defiant my name is Xingqiu and I don’t like being called out like this look on his face. “I think it’s more fun if we kiss and talk about your fascination with my legs instead.”
Chongyun rolls his eyes, planting another kiss on his lips. “Whatever, we both know it’s true.”
“Be that as it may, you love to let me win~” Xingqiu grins, relishing in the feeling of a (totally not forced) win and the feeling of Chongyun’s hands on his thighs amongst barely hidden grins and soft murmurs in Chongyun’s quiet room.
“Don’t forget, we need to get some actual training in tomorrow. Besides today, we’ve missed our monthly duo training.” Chongyun reminds, earning a kiss in return.
“What do you mean? We did plenty of training today.” Xingqiu hums simply.
“Working your mouth to call me hot when I work up a sweat isn’t the same as working your body to grow stronger.” Chongyun says bluntly.
“I think you’re just mad I didn’t take it up a notch and call you sexy.” Xingqiu says matter of factly, making Chongyun’s face flush even brighter red.
“Now hold on a minute, I didn’t-“
In about two seconds of Chongyun opening his mouth Xingqiu gently pushes him onto his back, leaning over him to continue listening and kissing his mouth off before the words ultimately dry up on his tongue.
He doesn’t know what the heck just happened, but now he’s under Xingqiu and Xingqiu is on top of him and holy moly his body feels hot as a fire.
Xingqiu senses his immediate frozen state and moves away a little, bright orange eyes widening as he sees Chongyun’s state. “Woah, are you okay? You got really quiet all of a sudden.”
Chongyun stares up at him blankly for a few more seconds, failing to even really try to explain how he’s feeling.
Starting off from the basics, Chongyun’s typically not the one who winds up on this kind of position. Not because he specifically requests not to or because he doesn’t like it or anything, just purely because Xingqiu always wants to be there.
Don’t get him wrong, Xingqiu will tease him to high hell no matter where he is, but it’s always been this sort of dynamic between them that Xingqiu’s love language seems to be acts of service, and Chongyun loves to provide that for him. So whether it’s reading, or kissing, or being cuddled, or anything of the sort, Chongyun doesn’t mind doting on him as he requests.
That being said, he’s not really used to the latter. And it’s not that he dislikes it, he’s just a little embarrassed to admit that he maybe sort of kind of wants to try it. Maybe.
“I don’t know, it’s just…” Chongyun exhales, feeling dazed and just completely dumbfounded at how surreal it is to be under Xingqiu, one of his knees just slightly bent because that’s all the more room he has to move it. “Can I try and explain it, even if it sounds odd?”
Xingqiu nods immediately in the reassuring way Chongyun knew he would (yet is always embarrassed over), sitting back on his lap and instead looking down at Chongyun that way to give him some breathing room. “Yeah, of course. What is it?”
Chongyun fidgets a little, his hand tentatively reaching out to trace Xingqiu’s knee with his thumb and all the little bony divots. “Well…usually you always seem to like it when I’m more affectionate towards you and all.” He starts.
“You mean I’m always the one asking you to spoil me?” Xingqiu smiles back, warm and teasing yet entirely listening to what Chongyun’s saying. “You can say it, I know I’m usually always eager to be on the receiving end - purely because you just make me melt no matter what.”
Chongyun blushes a deeper red, his eyes slightly bobbing away from Xingqiu’s and to the ceiling. “Well, yeah…I’m always the one spoiling you, I guess, and don’t get me wrong, I love doing that! I love doing whatever makes you feel special and makes you happy, I just…”
He eyes trail down to the window parallel to the bed, voice growing so soft Xingqiu had to bend down a little to hear it. “I kind of, maybe , want to try being on the receiving end this time. I just wasn’t expecting when you had me lay down earlier.”
Xingqiu’s sweet and understanding look morphs into one of pure shock and surprise, looking over his boyfriend that’s usually perfectly good with giving Xingqiu affection as he asks and now admitting he’d actually like be the one overly doted on for once. He leans down a little bit further, hands on the covers while he studies Chongyun in pure awe. “You’re…you’re serious?”
Chongyun nods, bouncing his foot a little at the other end of the bed and groaning in embarrassment. “Yes, I am…”
It takes all but two seconds for Chongyun to realize the growing grin that’s appearing on Xingqiu’s face and he sits up a little to meet his gaze, frowning at him with blushy pink cheeks and anger about as strong as a match flame. “I know that look, Xingqiu. Don’t you dare tease me about this.”
Xingqiu grins even wider to the point Chongyun can nearly see the mischief in his head, leaning in until his forehead brushes against Chongyun’s bangs. “Me? Tease you? Why I’d never tease you maliciously-“ He pauses to tilt his head. “-Only in the way you’d want me to in this scenario, dear Chongyun. I’m no sinner!”
Chongyun resists the urge to roll his eyes or blush harder or both at the same time, hopelessly frustrated with himself that he’s actually kind of looking forward to whatever the hell Xingqiu has in mind. He knows Xingqiu’s not gonna do anything he’s uncomfortable with, and even just a second of being doted on by him is going to make him melt into a puddle for sure, but it’s still making him flushed to high hell.
“You better be telling the truth.” He grumbles in response, laying back down and letting Xingqiu get situated, sitting up again to hover over him with a sweet-yet-cocky smile. Oh how he despises how hopelessly in love with him he is.
“Of course! I’m nothing if not truthful - when it matters.” Xingqiu hums, his hands planted on the covers beside Chongyun’s head, his hair swaying slightly at the movement. “And if I may be inclined to relay another truth, you’re a tad stiff at the moment. You can relax y’know, I don’t bite-! unless you want me to~”
Chongyun blushes, noticing that yes, he’s right - he’s laying here like a corpse instead of someone who’s eager to be kissed by their boyfriend. He tries to think of how Xingqiu usually acts, but the thought quickly makes his Yang energy rise a bit violently - Xingqiu always turns it up to 100, if not to fluster Chongyun then to show him how much he’s looking forward to being kissed (and truly, it works).
Instead of some typical response like moving at least a single limb that’s glued at his side, Xingqiu laughs lightly and moves a hand to one of his. “Maybe I ought to help. You could do this-“
He moves Chongyun’s hand to his cheek, cupping his cold skin brushed with navy locks.
“Or this?”
He moves his hand to the back of his neck, fingers brushing the ruffles of his collar. Xingqiu’s face lights up a little as he reaches for both of his hands instead.
“Or if you really want to take it up a notch-“
He gently pins his hands above his head, making Chongyun feel his entire body crawling with Yang energy.
“-This. I can definitely do this if it strikes your fancy.” Xingqiu grins, rubbing his thumb against the side of one of Chongyun’s palms. “I do so love when you try doing it for me - your face always gets wonderfully red!”
Chongyun looks away, his breathing slightly picking up. He is not used to this. He understand why Xingqiu so adores it (if not purely for the fact that he gets all of Chongyun’s attention solely on him), and even though he did want to try it, his Yang energy unfortunately is all too eager to spoil the moment.
“Um-maybe the first or second one.” He mumbles, Xingqiu immediately releasing his hands and moving one of them back up to his neck.
“No problem - I get that’s a little much, Yang energy or not.” He laughs, letting Chongyun slowly wrap his arms around his neck, his breathing slowing back to just slightly above average again. “Now then, should we just continue where we left off?”
Chongyun nods, and Xingqiu pulls him back up to sit on the bed while seated in his lap. He cups Chongyun’s cheeks, smiling wide at him with a little hum leaning in to mumble against his lips. “Then without further ado, lights, kamera, action~”
Xingqiu presses the first string of kisses across his mouth, peppered lightly with a press for a couple seconds before he places another, making Chongyun sigh and his heart thud heavily while he tries not to let his Yang energy totally take over.
If his Yang energy had its way, he’d be all too eager be kissed and kissed and kissed all darn day, and though he knows Xingqiu thinks it’s cute when he’s reduced to a giggling mess, that’s not exactly how he wants to handle this right now.
He tilts his head so it slots against his, nose pressed lightly into the skin beside his cheek while he presses a kiss back to return the favor, a hand reaching up blindly to Xingqiu’s hair and lightly tug on the locks to ground himself.
Xingqiu’s lips quirk into an excited smile against his, eliciting a pleased hum from the back of his throat while he nudges him with his nose. “Doing alright there, Yun Yun?”
Chongyun nods shortly trying desperately not to smile back from Xingqiu’s contagious happiness, but it’s no use - it slowly crawls up onto his lips and suddenly they match in facial expression of giddy, ridiculous smiles and hushed whispered sentiments and occasional laughter.
Chongyun oh so appreciates the moments he feels like he can just be , and where Xingqiu can just be with him too. He doesn’t mind the responsibilities of being an exorcist or the hours of training and diligent meditation that comes with it, but the constant leash he keeps on his Yang energy does get tiring at time. He knows that Xingqiu’s whole life is essentially watched and monitored down to the second he steps on the Feiyun Commerce Guild property, so a break for him to run off and just be their age and not worry about responsibilities is such a breath of fresh air.
“Some-one’s-smiliiiing~” Xingqiu teases in a high voice, walking a spare hand up Chongyun’s chest with his fingers before pushing a little hard with his index finger to coax Chongyun back into laying down.
“Only cause you are.” Chongyun mumbles back half-heartedly, taking the hint until his back is to the covers again. Thank goodness his eyes are closed, or he’d probably light on fire from the sheer sight of Xingqiu’s over him right now again. “Your smiles are cute.”
“Oh, don’t go blaming this on me! I think you’re smiling cause you’re enjoying yourself.” Xingqiu says victoriously, leaning over him with a hand cupping his cheek and the other on his chest. Chongyun releases the hand from his hair and takes Xingqiu’s, intertwining their fingers to rest against his chest, heart pounding hard against his skin. “Doing okay Yun Yun?”
Chongyun tilts his face away from his lips for a second, nodding gently while the flush in his cheeks starts to die down again. “M’okay.”
“Just let me know if you feel hotter than you’re comfortable with, alright? I can handle yanged-out Chongyun, but only if you’re comfortable with being so.”
Chongyun nods in agreement, letting Xingqiu press another kiss to the corner of his mouth, exhaling softly and squeezing his hand. “I will, promise.”
Xingqiu shifts his head to the side to start planting kisses across his cheek, moving his hand out of the way to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly instead. His lips land on the corner of his jaw and a high, quiet whine leaves Chongyun’s throat, easily making Xingqiu grin.
“Did you like that? Or did I just shock you?” Xingqiu giggles, pulling back to look at him. Chongyun’s face is burning red, and he squeezes Xingqiu’s hand hard a couple times to clear his head. “You can be honest, this is about you. I want you to feel comfortable and I want to do the things you like.”
Chongyun blushes, avoiding his gaze and muttering, “Yes, I liked it.”
Xingqiu squeezes his shoulder a few times excitedly, leaning down with a big, glowing grin that says oh this is SO fun! “Do you want me to do it again?”
Chongyun resists the urge to roll his eyes, not wanting to give Xingqiu even more fuel for his teasing extravaganza™. “Come on, you already know the answer to that.”
“I know, but it’s still fun to make you say it~” He sing-songs, pressing another kiss to the corner of his jaw that immediately sets off fireworks. He slowly plants kisses down the side of his neck, eliciting another stronger whine from him.
“Talk.” Chongyun exhales, tilting his head up more as Xingqiu presses gentle kisses along the column of his throat. His nails graze the back of Xingqiu’s overcoat, voice soft and rough while he asks him.
Xingqiu snorts, pressed a kiss below his chin, squeezing his hand to ground him. “Talk? You just want me to talk to you?”
Chongyun grumbles, his cheeks heating up and taking a fistful of Xingqiu’s overcoat in his hand instead. “Yes, I need a distraction from my Yang energy. Don’t laugh.”
“I’m not, I’m not! I just…find it humorous. That’s all.” Xingqiu hums, pressing another kiss just below the last one he planted. “How’s it going down there?”
“Really?” Chongyun frowns, his lips slightly trembling at the kiss, tilting his head back more.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize there was a criteria for asking questions.” Xingqiu grins, slotting his face against the side of his neck. “Hmm…how was your weekend? We didn’t get to see each other since I had those lame business meetings.”
“Um…” Chongyun mumbles, desperately trying to think back and recollect any other day besides this one with all the excited, frilly feelings rushing through him. Sue him, his boyfriend is making him woefully hormonal. “Good. It was good. I picked up a new hobby recently and was working on that.”
Xingqiu raises an eyebrow, poking at the top of Chongyun’s collar and lightly pushing it down to kiss his neck further down. “You did? What is it?”
Chongyun lightly leans his head against his, the smell of his expensive shampoo right against his nose. “Knitting. I’ve been looking into hobbies that are supposed to be really relaxing to work on patience and calming myself from my Yang energy, and it’s been good so far. I made those fingerless gloves on my nightstand.”
Xingqiu lifts his head to look over at said gloves, a vibrant, snowy white against the wood of his nightstand. He marvels at them for a whole of five seconds before looking back down at Chongyun, bewildered. “That’s…so cool. Those look really cool, Chongyun.”
“Thanks. They’re not perfect, but I had a good time working on them - it is pretty relaxing.” Chongyun nods just as Xingqiu goes to kiss his forehead.
“Well from what I can see, they look marvelous - and you my dear exorcist, deserve all the reward~” He smiles graciously, tracing circles over his shoulder before it’s right back to the same old rhythm and Chongyun is left making strangled noises (if not because he’s eternally embarrassed to be making noises in the first place) and answering nonsensical questions from Xingqiu.
Xingqiu ends up drawing back to his lips and kissing him again, drawing his hand down to squeeze Chongyun’s thigh and Archons does he feel like letting him know how it makes him feel - even though his shaky, clumsy smile beats him to it.
“There it is, there it is again! That big smile is baaaaack~!” Xingqiu sings softly against his lips, only making it harder for Chongyun to resist smiling wider.
“Xingqiu, shut -up~!” He says, huffing a laugh and his voice trailing off into a soft sigh as Xingqiu squeezes his leg again.
“Nuh-uh! As long as you’re not in danger of your Yang energy too terribly, then I’m afraid that is a no can do.” Xingqiu shakes his head lightly peppering him with kisses until he inevitably starts writhing with laughter.
“Stop, you’re such a-!” Chongyun half-heartedly pushes his face away, watching as Xingqiu’s face smushes a little against his palm.
“What? I’m a what, Yun Yun?” He retorts, playfully kissing the inside of his hand. “A wonderful boyfriend? A handsome boyfriend? A-“
“A dork. You’re a dork.” Chongyun interrupts him, looking on softly as Xingqiu clasps his hand over his on his cheek, tilting his head.
“Your words wound me! And I thought I was your dearly beloved, in sickness and in health, the Romeo to your Juliet!” He sighs dramatically, holding his hand dearly to his cheek.
“We’re not married, and wait - Romeo and Juliet both die at the end of their story!” Chongyun retorts.
“Well, yeah, but you know what I meant!” Xingqiu sticks his tongue out playfully at him, laying down in the crook of his arm. “You know that.”
Chongyun leans against him, his heart rate finally fading down a little and his head feeling fuzzy and warm from all the kissing. “I know.”
Xingqiu leans into his shoulder more, wrapping an arm around his side. “Had enough kissing for one day?”
Chongyun nods tiredly, burying his face into his hair. “Yeah, any more and I think my Yang energy would flow over.”
Xingqiu rubs his side, brushing his nose against his hoodie. “I’m proud of you, by the way.”
Chongyun raises his head a little while the heat slowly fades off, making a questioning hum. The recollection of whining and desperately asking for talking because he needs a distraction doesn’t exactly bode for something to be proud of.
“Just…for telling me what you wanted, and for having a good time. I know affection between us can be a little strained when you have bad flare ups on hot days, or your Yang energy just makes it hard for you, but…” Xingqiu tilts his head, looking up at him with a soft, beaming smile. “I truly am happy when I see you enjoying yourself - and especially when you tell me these little things you like for me to do, like the neck kisses or being on the receiving end. I just like being able to do things for you like you do for me.”
Chongyun looks down at him, resting his forehead against his. “…Thank you Qiu.”
Xingqiu smiles, kissing his nose. “It’s no trouble. And if you ever want to do this again-“
He slides his hand down his waist to his hip, smirking slightly against his cheek. “I have a plethora other little ideas to try with you- pg of course, I’m not trying to kill you.”
Chongyun doesn’t even get to hear the last sentence before his Yang energy fully kicks in and he’s out cold.
Oh well, at least it was fun.