The blood on his tongue tasted like the sweetest fruit. You Huo held himself back, clamping down on the instincts telling him to lunge forward and bite into the tender flesh of Qin Jiu’s throat.
“There’s nothing to worry about, darling.” Qin Jiu’s hand stroked through You Huo's hair and down to his ear, tugging lightly on his earring. “You won’t harm me.”
You Huo nodded slightly, and then let himself go.
His teeth dug into Qin Jiu’s skin, easily sliding through the protective tissue. Regular human teeth couldn’t do this; he had known that the Mirror Humans’ teeth were pointed and sharp, but he hadn’t realised just how easily they moved through flesh. In the back of his mind (hazy, clouded by visceral hunger), You Huo made a note to try collecting a few Mirror Human teeth, to see if they could be weaponized.
But right now, all he could think about was the warm living flesh under him.
He shifted closer, wrapping his arms around his prey (his boyfriend, he forced himself to remember) as he sucked deeply at hot blood and soft skin. They were pressed tight against each other, and belatedly You Huo realised that alongside the throbbing hunger in his gut, there was a second impulse attempting to win his attention: His cock, already half-hard in his pants.
Qin Jiu’s hand brushed against his cheek. “I know you like biting,” he teased, voice dark and without a trace of pain. “I didn’t think you liked it that much.”
You Huo laughed. He was still hungry, but no longer so hungry he couldn’t think. Carefully, he lapped at the wound—a cut, and the arcs of tooth-marks where he’d fastened on—and heard Qin Jiu rumble in approval. From there, You Huo kissed his way up the prominent veins, feeling the blood pulsing millimeters away, and let out a soft moan himself at Qin Jiu’s trust.
He nipped at Qin Jiu’s jaw. “Kiss me,” he demanded.
Qin Jiu smiled. “Of course,” he murmured.
Then he shoved forward, slamming You Huo against the wall, and You Huo groaned, losing his focus once more with the fierce strength of Qin Jiu’s insistent kiss. Without the Mirror Humans’ hunger distracting him, it felt like every cell in his body was attuned to Qin Jiu’s touch. His eyes slipped closed from habit, and Qin Jiu’s fingertips lightly brushed across his eyelids.
“I like seeing your eyes,” Qin Jiu said, but his tone wasn’t I regret not being able to see them; it was this is a fact, do with it what you’d like. A feather-light kiss dropped on the corners of his eyes, and then Qin Jiu’s attention returned to his lips.
You Huo let Qin Jiu set the pace, revelling in the slowly softening kisses and the wandering of his hands. “What do we have time for?” You Huo asked, his own fingertips dipping under Qin Jiu’s waistband to linger at the small of his back.
This time, Qin Jiu’s regret was obvious. “Nothing extravagant.”
He’d known that would be the answer, but You Huo still sighed. Still, he opened his eyes and looked at Qin Jiu’s perfect face. “Then we should make use of the time we have.”
Qin Jiu’s breath hitched, and You Huo took advantage of his momentary lack of composure to slip his hands around and undo Qin Jiu’s pants. He gently pulled out Qin Jiu’s cock, delight bubbling through his chest at how familiar it felt in his hand.
“Fuck.” Qin Jiu leaned forward, resting his forehead on You Huo’s shoulder. One of his hands slid around You Huo’s neck, bracing himself, and the other ran down You Huo’s chest to his belt. You Huo waited, not moving his hand despite how much he wanted to. As much as he liked listening to Qin Jiu’s moans and feeling him shudder, it was better when Qin Jiu was drawing the same reactions from him too.
Qin Jiu turned his head to kiss You Huo’s neck as his hand closed around You Huo’s cock. “Come on, beautiful,” he murmured, and You Huo leaned into the wall to brace himself against how good it felt to have Qin Jiu’s strong fingers stroking him. His hips pushed out, and Qin Jiu laughed, kissing him again. “Yeah, darling, just like that.”
You Huo tried to keep his attention on his hands enough to give Qin Jiu something approaching the treatment he was getting, but Qin Jiu seemed determined to distract him. His hand worked steadily and smoothly, each twist drawing a whimper out of You Huo’s throat, and Qin Jiu kept alternating praise and kisses along You Huo’s neck and face.
The only sign that Qin Jiu’s own pleasure was rising was the slickness in You Huo’s hand as Qin Jiu thrust into his hand. You Huo focused on keeping his hand there, let Qin Jiu take his pleasure even as he drove You Huo closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re so good, my dear, so precious to me.” Qin Jiu breathed, straight into You Huo’s ear. He pressed closer, and Qin Jiu’s hand released momentarily on You Huo’s cock. For a moment, You Huo whined, and then Qin Jiu’s hand mercilessly pulled You Huo’s hand away. When Qin Jiu grabbed both of their cocks together, You Huo lasted one more stroke of his hand before he came, holding tight to his dearest love.
Qin Jiu came not long after, pressing sloppy kisses to You Huo’s mouth as they both panted and clung to each other.
When You Huo recalled his thoughts, he smiled and hugged Qin Jiu tight, not caring about the mess still probably on his hand. “I’m so glad I found you again.” He’d said it before, and he was certain he’d say it again; he had no other way to encapsulate the joy the rose in his chest whenever they stole time together like this.
Qin Jiu laughed, the most beautiful sound he knew, and said, “I am too.”