#xanryeu

Advance HBD gift to Xandreyn (the OC, not the owner XD)

He sits there on the observatory, breathing in the scent of the season that plagued the whole continent, listening to the choir of children singing Deck the Halls in a rather mellow and pleasant tone that did little in keeping him entertained.

Then again, how could he pay attention to their harmonized singing when a much more beautiful sound echoed in his ears, sending a light shiver down his spine-

For Altea’s sake, Xandreyn, get a grip!

-making him swallow ever so slightly when he felt his partner lean on his shoulder, felt how his fingers were held and twined with his; this was just bliss.

He just glanced down at the Inquisitor he’s become so helplessly in love with, but he can’t show that - at least not to anyone else.

“Between their singing and your humming,” he snickered at what he was about to say. “I prefer hearing yours.”

“Pfft- you’re being biased, Xan.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not at all.”

Perhaps he was, and yet he can’t help but just choose Yeux over and over again.

Yes, there are plenty of beautiful women out there but he knows he’ll only look for this person right next to him. There was no way he can find anyone like him out there, no one else as-

Understanding, loving, caring…

-gorgeous as him.

“Hmm,” Yeux looked to Xan without lifting his head from the Crusader’s broad shoulders. “I could kiss you for that.”

“Heh, then kiss me, Raiko~”

He loved it whenever Yeux would blush each time he called him by his first name, he knew how intimate it was for his culture to be addressed by his first name- that and everybody else they knew called Yeux- well, Yeux.

And Xan wanted to separate himself from anyone else when it came to Yeux’ life.

“Kiss me,” he repeated. “Raiko.”

Xandreyn felt Yeux move a little, felt his breath on his neck and later his ear, making him shudder that he swore under his breath as he faced his beloved-

Shit, shit shit shit shit---

-whose crimson red irises seemed to reflect the stars above them, eyelids half-lidded while he drew close. Before Xan knew it, he too was leaning in, refusing to fully shut his eyes even when Yeux did; he wanted their lips to meet first before he temporarily lets the darkness consume his vision, yearning for that contact, that seal that proved the feelings they have are mutual and for each other…

I love you so much, damn it.

The softest of touch, deepened when the Crusader lifted a hand to the back of the Inquisitor’s head - when his fingers brushed through the soft, raven hair of his lover who let out the sweetest of whimpers while their lips were locked.

More.

He craved for Yeux’ touches and kisses, for his skin on his, his breath mingling with his - for him to respond, to react to his ministrations no matter how small the gestures-

More, Raiko, more.

He had moved from Yeux’ lips to his chin, nipping at the fine jawline then licking his way down that succulent neck-

“Mmngh--Xan--”

Everytime he hears Yeux call out his name as he does this, everytime Yeux presses closer to him, grips at his clothes or simply lets out a whimper, Xan just can’t stop the growl from escaping his throat and later pull him to sit on his lap, to straddle him as he pushes off the triple layers of his kimono in order to nibble on the skin of his shoulders.

He would peek at his smooth skin, find his breathing go labored and fast when he set his sight on perked up buds that just called out to him…

I shouldn’t-

He thought even as Yeux nuzzled affectionately at the top of his head, lips pressed on golden brown hair that took quite some time to fix but would be unruly in mere seconds of the Inquisitor’s ruffling…

-this place is too…

His thoughts trail off to nothing and are later buried in the abyss when the Inquisitor began to move his hips a bit; Yeux could somehow sense the Crusader’s hesitance versus his desire, so to help him decide, he makes their groins meet.

“I want this as much as you do, Xandreyn.” he whispered against Xan’s ear followed by a light flick of his tongue.

“...Okay…”

Xan gripped tighter around Yeux’ waist and met his gaze, their noses brushing and lips barely touching.

He moved back first because damn, this place was too high and they could fall to their deaths- not like their dragon mounts won’t be able to catch them but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Once he deemed it safe enough, he laid Yeux down and hovered above him - eyes drinking in his lover’s current appearance: flushed skin, rosy cheeks, swollen and parted lips with an expression that was akin to desire; Xan won’t back out now - not when his disheveled clothes barely clung onto the Inquisitor’s tempting body…

Fuck-

The small pause Xan made caused Yeux to lift his arms and wrap them around Xan’s shoulders. He pulled him down for a tight embrace, lips against a patch of skin on his neck as he whispered: “I love you, Xan, very much.”

And with a kiss to the shoulder: “Merry Christmas.”

Xan simply returned the embrace and showered him with kisses - starting on the forehead, then on one eye, later on his lips where he lingered, then on his neck and finally, his shoulder.

“I love you too, Raiko.”

Made by fenrixionlab​

With edits of crysyncrasies​

If only I got the Black Ancestor Dragon Wings, we'd really be a BnW match QuQ)