First of all my Tumblr keeps unfollowing people for no reason?? First Basia then Ani and now you ahakdhflsjf Second of all, for the writing ask, how about #22? (Iām so sorry I donāt know mdzs characters, but pick your fave pairing!) ā¤ļøā¤ļø
Oh, thatās so strange!! I hope mine hasnāt unfollowed anyone. :o Sorry this took a while, lovely, but hereās #22 (in a rush of adrenaline)! I took the liberty of writing MoShang from the Scum Villain series. ;)Ā
Unedited, apologies for mistakes!
Shang Qinghua doesnāt know what came over him.
He and Mo Beijun had just won a skirmish with some silly demons who thought they could take over his Great Kingās landsāwell, all right, it was more Mo Beijun, but Shang Qinghua did knock a demon unconscious with a weighty tome to its headāwhen Shang Qinghua grabbed a fistful of Mo Beijunās collar and yanked him downāfar, far downāfor a kiss.
It must have been the adrenaline. It was pumping and pounding through his veins, and from Shang Qinghuaās angle, Mo Beijun was just too damn handsome, looking down at him with a gaze so soft and pleased that it stirred something deep inside him. Something primal, like an animal released from its cage.
The kiss doesnāt go too deep at first; Shang Qinghua doesnāt know how. Theyāve kissed many times, he and Mo Beijun, but itās always Mo Beijun who initiates. Who slips his tongue across Shang Qinghuaās lower lip, curling in when Shang Qinghuaās lips open for him, breath catching against his. Everything else about Mo Beijun is cold and hard as ice, but his mouth, oh his mouthāwarm and sweet and soft, better than anything Shang Qinghua has ever envisioned for his writings.
So Shang Qinghuaās kiss starts off as a press of his mouth to Mo Beijunās, nothing more, until Mo Beijun lets out a growl that rumbles through his chest. Pulls away to sink his teeth into the curve of Shang Qinghuaās neck and along his jaw, soothing each bite with his tongue. Shang Qinghua whimpers then, hands clutching at Mo Beijunās shoulders, and Mo Beijun rises back up to seal his mouth, swallowing the soft keening noises.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Shang Qingqiu congratulates himself for penning in sexual prowess as a demonic trait.Ā
The kiss lasts forever. At some point, Shang Qinghua feels his knees give out, but Mo Beijunās hands on his waist are firm, holding him steady and pressed against Mo Beijun, chest to chest and hip to hip.
āMy King.ā Mo Beijunās mouth is hot and unyielding, and Shang Qinghuaās vision is starting to swim. āMy King, please, I- I canāt breatheā¦ā
āSo die,ā Mo Beijun says, his voice gone deep and dark, smooth as silk.
Shang Qinghua shivers, fingers curling into Mo Beijunās hair.
As deaths go, this one isnāt so bad at all.