jian di yeung.

adrian made a face, scrunching his eyebrows together. snorting, “you say that like you mean it, babe – your ass is staying here with me whether you like it or not.” he huffed, holding jian just that more tighter, almost as if he was going to lose his cuddle buddy right there and then. he sighed in their suggestion, shaking his head. honestly? he wasn’t sure what the best solution would be. the news had been an endless cycle of bad news and he was nervous just walking around the neighborhood to grab groceries. regardless, he knew they’d be safer together than apart. “how south are we talking? jersey? dc?” any place that isn’t florida sounded reasonable enough to travel through with them by his side.

“i wouldn’t put it past you – you’re a tad greedy, babe,” he pointed out, jokingly. not that he was poking fun at the other for their incessant eating habits, but he couldn’t wrap his head around it. “i’m not a late-night muncher.” yes, he was. “but i’ll be sure to have some more tomorrow. there’s no way we’re letting your cooking go to waste.” it doesn’t hurt that he had his personal chef staying inside with him throughout the whole ordeal. it benefited his appetite and need for companionship greatly. “are you tired yet? been like this all day and i’m still exhausted.”

the older snorted. “that’s debatable. i’d try eating you every chance i get,” he admitted. he paused for a moment, then sniffed. he didn’t realize there was a smell at first, but once he pointed it out, he did smell a tad.. beefy. “did you finish the rest of it?” he asked, smiling wider. as small as jian was, he could fit a tremendous amount of food inside his body. adrian was impressed. and maybe a little intimidated.

“think you mean cannibal,” he joked, a smile catching onto his lips. he held the smaller close to his chest and pressed a gentle kiss on the side of their head. if he was stuck social distancing for the next couple of months, he wouldn’t mind staying in bed exactly like this, with him, all day long.

was adrian even in bed? it was difficult to tell the difference between him and a rather large clump of white comforters on the left side of the bed. a head full of hair and a hand climbs out from underneath, reaching out towards jian. he adores the soft boy, no matter how gluttonous they could be. stay, he mumbled. eat me–––

jian: i was roaming the city for an answer. jian: and then i realized. jian: i only neigh you in my life.