#junhao3

minghao moves his hands up until he can bury his fingers in junhui’s hair and tugs on the strands, swallowing the groan junhui makes against his lips. junhui tilts his head down and parts his mouth even further, his pink tongue peeking out to trace minghao’s lips. minghao finds himself responding in kind, allowing his tongue to intertwine with junhui’s as he loses himself in the rapidly heating kiss.

“i’ve really missed you, haohao. i know you don’t want to hear it, but it’s true,” junhui mumbles, staring down at the diner tabletop between them.

minghao leans back in his seat, studying his ex-boyfriend. “i never said i didn’t want to. you just assumed that.”

junhui’s head snaps up to stare him, the beginning of hope kindling in his eyes when minghao only smiles warmly at him and reaches out to take his hand. “keep talking, jun-ge. i have a feeling it’s going to work out in your benefit.”

his gold tail shimmers in the water behind him, swaying from side to side in excitement as minghao takes his cat out of the carrier, eyeing junhui once more before he approaches the water.

“junnie, this is my cat. her name is luli. luli, this is my merman boyfriend, junhui,” minghao introduces them, smiling when junhui grins at the word “boyfriend”.

junhui inches closer and coos at luli, hands held out for her and minghao hands her over, knowing full well that it will be his biggest mistake made today when he later has to wrangle his wet cat back into her carrier and explain why she scratched junhui’s arms and chest to his pouting boyfriend.

“they’re kicking again,” junhui murmurs into minghao’s neck.

minghao presses a hand to his husband’s stomach, still in awe of the fact that junhui was willing to carry their child no matter how awful it made him or his body dysphoria feel. “they’re restless is all. do you think you can sleep?”

junhui shakes his head, curling more firmly into minghao’s arms. “no, but it’s okay. as long as they’re happy and safe, nothing else matters.”

“you’re a vampire cat? oh my god, YOUR EARS ARE ADORABLE! AND YOUR FANGS!” junhui squawks, rubbing his thumb over minghao’s ears.

minghao wants to push him away, but his boyfriend is too god damn pretty when he’s excited. and happy and sad and angry and in love and really minghao never even stood a chance anyway.

nsfw under the cut! (and you’re right, we do *wipes my emo tears*)

“so how long have you been twenty-five for?” minghao asks, one brow raised in question as junhui sits beside him, cold and graceful as always.

junhui smiles, cocking his head to the side as minghao continues to keep his gaze. “about two hundred years or so.”

minghao lets out a low whistle, much too fascinated with the way the overhead lights gleam across junhui’s perfect row of teeth when he opens his mouth to speak.

“remember when channie’s hair looked like a duck’s butt?” junhui said in mandarin and between giggles, trying to stifle his laughter when chan looked their way.

minghao laughed under his breath, his mouth open to reply but never got a chance to say anything because chan had spoken up before he could.

“junhui is not handsome,” chan shot back, brow raised as looks of horror flashed across the two dancers’ faces and the youngest turned on his heel, satisfied that he’d beat the two at their own game.