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Do I have to

[puppy eyes selfie.jpg]

That's not going to work on me

[saves the pic to 'hidden album']

Youre the only reason why I make cute things even after this long you've infected me

Good! You should make all your lovers cute things.

no. It's just for you

Even now? Why?

[Please imagine how pink his face is right now. He's ready to bury it in a pillow all week.]

It's impossible to forget how I lived for you and only you

That wasn't to guilt you it was just how it is

[Zibeline's stomach twists -- he doesn't need guilting to feel guilty. Yet that feeling is but a drop lost in the flood of want that wells up from its long-hidden space inside him. Obsession has never been good for them, and they both have room for other loves now, but he would still give most anything to be devoured by it.]

Where are you? I want to see you.

Lounge
Come here

[He's the only one who knows just how far Yingxing falls when he falls in love.]

yes

[He doesn't add a teasing "sir" to that, though he has the thought. He likes it when Yingxing makes demands, but he's trying to behave at least a little.

He shows up as quickly as if he's following an order, though. He's pulled his hair up into a big, messy bun, and in general looks like he rolled out of a nap. Which he did. When he walks in he looks around for Yingxing with a barely restrained urgency. Where is his man plz???]

[He's at one of the tables, at the very edge of the lounge - the light from the fireplace barely reaches it. Flickering tea lights outlines what seems to be a bottle of beer, untouched. He has the actual crane drawing in front of him; there's a vague lion shape next to it, and he's writing measurements down, clearly engrossed in his work.]

[How is it that Yingxing is always the most attractive when he's focused on work -- why is he always most beautiful in firelight? It's always been that way, and the lines forming in his face now only make him moreso. Or perhaps it's just that the years apart have left Suanni utterly parched.

Maybe it's both. Either way, he's drawn in by his heartstrings. Fortunately he's still got the wits to be his silly self. He pads up quietly, drapes his arms around Yingxing's shoulders, and puts his hands over his eyes.]

Guess who?

[His shoulders tense, jolting out of his reverie - but the sense-memory of Suanni doing this, after years and years, triggers a thrill of sensation down his spine, so strong that Yingxing's eyes fracture with tears.

He curls his hands around Suanni's wrists tightly.]

How many guesses do I get?

Hmmm... Let's say three?

[Of course there are no guesses needed, but the fun of this game is in the playing. It's almost magical, falling into such a familiar pattern after all this time.]

Generous of you.

[He makes a show of thinking, and his hands start to move - making their way up to Suanni's forearms, kneading the muscle there.]

Is it the People's Choice awardee for Content Creator for the last three years in a row?

Mmmmm... Maaaybe. Sounds like you've been doing your research. But that's not my name~♪

[Those hands feel so good, even doing nothing particularly scandalous. Simple touch means a lot, now. He's missed it so much he could just die.]

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[Those hands migrate even further up, to his elbows, as Yingxing leans back in his seat, tilting his face up like a sunflower looking for the sun.]

Two left. Is it National Geographic's cover model from last spring?

Still not my name~♥

[But he leans down as Yingxing leans back, to brush his lips softly against his forehead.]

But I can't hold it against the most handsome man in the world.

[Shit. Shit. He can't help himself: his hands come up to cradle Suanni's jaw - arching upwards so he can kiss him upside-down, but this doesn't work very well, because the chair starts to tip over backwards with Yingxing's weight on it.]

[He could catch the chair, but to do that he'd have to uncover Yingxing's eyes... Alas, there's no time to think, so he opts to take the kiss and them tumble to the floor with him. They go down in a crash, and Yingxing's vision returns to the sight of Suanni's playful laughter and shameless grin.]

Oh, no! It seems you've gone and fallen for me again!

That implies I ever got up.

[He sits up - and then leans in, to gather Suanni into his arms, to bury his face into the crook of his neck.]

Cute fucker. Ugh. [SQUEEZING HIM.] You piss me off.

I know.

[He knows that he's cute, that Yingxing still loves him, and that he doesn't deserve it. The contrast in those emotions is sharp, but being held makes him feel better about it. Even though he's squeezed tight enough to squeak uncomfortably, he still clings back.]

I didn't get up either. I'm really happy you found me.

[Yingxing twitches. There was no finding. It was a coincidence that they were invited to the same boat. Their circles overlapped in an unholy venn diagram of I would never have known.

Cade was easy to love. Suanni was hard to forget. His hands clench tight at the small of Suanni's back.]

Are you.

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