Perhaps the warm soju was to blame for his impulsive behavior. Between the two of them, lapses in judgment were usually Muyangโs domain.
Yet it is Lingyun who has his first love by the tie, grip so firm itโs been tugged loose. Muyangโs neck is a minefield of hickeys, one particularly egregious mark blooming directly over his pulse.
โฆ Is it random? No. Maybe it was the way the server had looked at Muyang. Envy is a strange fitโit doesnโt suit him, but it doesnโt stop him either. His free hand snaps open Muyangโs belt. Beyond the locked bathroom door, the Triad laughs and bickers.
โOpen up,โ he commands, biting down on the otherโs bottom lip. The flush rides high on his face. Under the dimmed lights, Muyangโs gaze looks more wine than ruby, and Lingyun wants to drink him in. The zipperโs sound is swallowed by the shattering of a bottle outside. Someone cursesโYize? He doesnโt care.
All that matters is his loverโs open mouth and the glide of his fingers beneath fabric.
โGood boy,โ he breathes between kisses. โMy cute Muyang.โ
unprompted.
โฆใโ Muyang usually abstains from alcohol, a habit that he had formed instinctively due to the late Yuxi's allergy. Amongst the many business deals for the Three Heavens Triad, he has begun to understand the indulgence that liquor tends to offer. It makes one sink deep, like a lovely embrace or a tight pit for suffocation. Either way, consequences do not matter when it goes down the throat.
His order remains the same. A glass of water or a pot of tea. He holds onto that part of him like a remaining piece of her, grief's claws sink deepโ it is not easy to let go of something that once was. The server had been particularly attentive to his unusual preferences. Good service if anything, Muyang concludes. He spares no glance nor additional contact. After all, his Cloud is right beside himโ it is all he ever wants or needs.
Amidst the chattering of the Triad members, Lingyun whisks him away. Gloved hand grabbing tightly onto Muyang's, too tightly in factโ a wicked thought flashes through his mind unintentionally. Something greedy and carnal. Something about their skin touching and not a layer of clothing.
The moment he enters the bathroom, he is shoved into a cubicle roughly with a body pressing against his. Lips crash against his as the door lock clicks, the familiar warmth rises into a scorching temperature. Muyang returns the kisses well, his wretched desire taking the forefront in such a public place makes it much more arousing.
He watches as Lingyun strays to his neck. Marking, biting and suckingโ the man savours each with a soft moan. The loud chatter can cover the sounds of pleasure anytime, he thinks. Right now, he is rewarding his lover for marking him... like he is his territory, like he is wholly his.
And when the other tells him to open up, he opens his mouth obediently.
