Silence stretched between them.
ng Nian studied Haoyu’s face, taking in the way his brows furrowed, the way his lips parted like he wanted to say sothing but couldn’t find the words.
A quiet, bitter part of him wanted to ask if this was pity. If Haoyu was just feeling guilty. But... no. That wasn’t it.
It wasn’t guilt that made Haoyu’s fingers curl into his sleeves. It wasn’t guilt that made his breaths co just a little too fast.
ng Nian took a slow step closer, watching Haoyu’s reaction carefully. He didn’t move away.
So ng Nian reached up, brushing his fingers against Haoyu’s cheek, his touch light but deliberate. "Then what do you want now?"
Haoyu swallowed hard. His throat bobbed, his lashes lowering just slightly.
"I don’t know."
ng Nian’s lips curled, just barely. "Liar."
Haoyu’s grip on his jacket tightened. And then, as if sothing inside him finally snapped, he surged forward—closing the distance between them in an instant.
Their lips t, hot and urgent, with none of the hesitance from before. Haoyu’s hands fisted into ng Nian’s clothes, tugging him closer, like he was trying to press every last doubt out of his own mind.
ng Nian kissed back just as fiercely, his arms wrapping around Haoyu’s waist, pulling him flush against him. The robe slipped slightly, exposing the curve of Haoyu’s shoulder, his skin warm beneath ng Nian’s fingertips.
When they finally broke apart, Haoyu was breathing hard, his forehead resting against ng Nian’s.
"Stay," he whispered. It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even a request. It was sothing raw, sothing unsure.
ng Nian closed his eyes for a second, steadying himself. When he opened them again, his grip on Haoyu tightened.
"...Alright."
ng Nian didn’t ask for an explanation. He didn’t need one. The way Haoyu was looking at him—lips still parted, eyes clouded with sothing uncertain yet wanting—was enough.
He reached for Haoyu’s waist, fingers brushing over the loose fabric of his robe, and guided him back toward the bed. Haoyu didn’t resist. If anything, he moved too easily, like his body had already decided before his mind could catch up.
The back of Haoyu’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, and ng Nian followed, pressing him down onto the sheets. The dim glow of the lamp caught on the faint sheen of sweat at Haoyu’s collarbone, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths.
Neither of them spoke.
There was no need for words when their bodies already understood what they wanted.
ng Nian leaned down, his lips brushing over the curve of Haoyu’s jaw, then lower—trailing slow, deliberate kisses down his throat. Haoyu’s fingers curled into the sheets, a shaky breath escaping his lips.
He tilted his head slightly, baring more of his neck without even thinking.
ng Nian smirked against his skin. "So obedient," he murmured.
Haoyu made a soft, indiscernible sound, but he didn’t pull away.
ng Nian’s hands slid lower, parting the robe further, exposing the smooth lines of Haoyu’s body beneath. He took his ti, pressing lingering kisses to every inch of bare skin he could reach, tracing the warmth of Haoyu’s body with his lips, his hands.
Haoyu shivered beneath him, his breaths coming unevenly now, his body tense yet eager.
ng Nian lifted his head slightly, looking down at him. "Still don’t know what you want?"
Haoyu’s lips parted, but no words ca out. He swallowed hard, then—
His hands reached up, grasping at ng Nian’s shoulders, pulling him down into another kiss.
That was all the answer ng Nian needed.
******************
Qingran glanced at the clock, it’s was 4am and she guessed Haoyu wasn’t coming back anyti soon.
Not that she was waiting for him, she had woken up from a nightmare not too long ago and decided to get so coffee.
In that process she realized Haoyu had not yet returned.
[Ding! Seems like host had gotten a really terrible nightmare. You rarely talk coffee.]
"..."
"It’s not that I rarely take coffee, I’m just trying to cut my caffeine in take down before the apocalypse begun. There, I know I’ll have nights where I can’t sleep."
Lingquan nodded, that was true, he jumped down from the counter and ran to the living room.
Sitting on the couch, he placed a paw on the tv remote.
[Hey host, why don’t we watch a movie, what’s that site again...er tflix, let’s watch so blockbusters there.]
Qingran chuckled and nodded "Okay I’ll make so popcorn, can cat eat popcorn?"
[You’re smart what you think?]
".."
"I guess I’ll just heat up so milk for you.."
In about five minutes, everything was ready and Qingran carried the bowl of popcorn and bowl of warm milk to the table.
"Is the temperature okay?"
Qingran asked as she placed the bowls down, Lingquan jumped down and moved to the bowl so he could get a taste of the milk.
[Its just right.]
Qingran smiled as she switched on the TV, grabbing the remote to she could check the popular shows on tflix.
[A show about a cat in boots, how ridiculous]
"..."
"Judging from the ratings, it looks like it’s interesting.."
"..."
[I refuse to watch a show about a cat in boots..]
"..."
"Fine, geez it’s not like I was suggesting it. You’re so goddamn picky."
After coming to a consensus, they agreed to watch "Beast and the Beauty"
It didn’t talk long before Lingquan started complaining again.
[This movie is full of crap, why can’t they believe the beauty can also be the beast??]
Qingran’s lips twitched "Because looks can be deceiving, he looks so pretty that they can’t accept he’s the doing those evil things."
"..."
[Until he reveals his true color, they’ll keep following him and continue bullying the actual beauty.]
Qingran sighed, one is supposed to turn off one’s brain to enjoy a movie. Now that Lingquan refused to turned his off, she has no choice but to join him and over analyze the movie.
Make it quite boring for her.
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