Thread by @GuardianofJupi1

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"Wanyin...?" LXC said softly as he gently opened the door to his husband's office door.

The head disciple of YMJ had sent him a it's-nothing-but-we-still-think-you-should-come butterfly message. And despite the non-urgent tone, LXC focused on the you-should-come part.

He was worried, okay. JWY told him that he was going to a night-hunt three days ago. What if something had happened and JWY was being his stubborn self that he hid his injuries. What if the head disciple thought JWY was worse than expected? Was that why he was being summoned?

The room was dim; the only source of light was from a single lantern perched on the ceiling. The table was messy from scattered documents and smeared ink spots on the table.

LXC ventured inside quietly. Even without the worrying news from the head disciple, LXC still wanted to-

-see JWY. They hadn't seen each other for nearly two weeks and LXC was sorely missing him.

As he closed the door behind him, he suddenly stiffened in shock when he heard an uncommon sound.

It was the sound of JWY sniffling. It was as if he was trying so hard to hold back.

Heart in his throat, LXC turned around, looking for his husband. "Wanyin? My love? Where are you?"

The stifled sobs halted in surprise, JWY evidently didn't know his head disciple had summoned LXC.

"Xichen-ge...?" The tone was strained and wobbling. JWY was trying hard to hide.

LXC didn't wait for JWY to answer his question; he immediately when to search for his husband.

He found him tucked in the corner of the room, hair undone and his knees drew up to his chest. JWY's cheeks were pale with sorrow and his eyes were red with tears. Even in the dimmed-

-light, LXC could see the tear-tracks along the sharp cheekbones, indicating the hours JWY had spent crying alone.

Without LXC to comfort him.

With that realisation, LXC dropped all of his belongings (Shuoyue and gifts were dropped with a clang) to hurry his steps to reach him.

He fell to his knees and instantly pulled JWY into his arms and tucked JWY's face into the contour of his neck. "Shh... Shhh.... I'm here, love, I'm here. What has got you all so unhappy? What happened?"

Inside his head, LXC furiously wondered. JWY'd never cried in front of him.

He had never showed even a sliver of vulnerability. Whenever JWY was sad, he would often retreat to his hiding but even then it would be hard-pressed to see him go to LXC for comfort. While it pained LXC to see JWY hiding away from him, he could understand the difficulty of-

-opening up to others after hiding your true self for years and years.

LXC had vowed to himself that he would wait no matter how long it takes.

And now, he had JWY pouring his heart out and he didn’t pull himself away despite being discovered.

In fact - LXC realised with his-

-heart pounded hard-, JWY was burrowing himself even deeper into the embrace, helplessly seeking comfort.

Something within LXC burned in fiery adoration and he felt his heart melted. What else could LXC do except pulling his husband closer and onto his lap.

"Tell me, please."

JWY shuddered hard as if he found the wave of sorrow was too great to contain. After a while, he said in raspy tone. "It was a damned curse.. I got hit with one and it makes me feel-- it makes my emotions feel too much."

"Oh.." LXC paused before asking. "But why are you crying?"

He felt JWY buried his face deeper into his neck as he mumbled, "It's stupid... You're gonna think it's stupid."

LXC frowned in worry when he felt his neck grew damp. "Anything that makes you cry like this could never be stupid."

JWY squirmed. He was never one comfortable to-

-share his thoughts and feelings. A few moments of silence passed as he felt LXC's hand patiently rub his back. "... I cry because I miss you..." JWY answered finally.

LXC's hand halted at the soft confession and his cheeks grew warm as his heart expanded. How cute was that?!

JWY found courage in LXC's embrace and continued, "I haven't seen you in two weeks and I was just thinking how much I wanted to see you and now I can't stop crying... Stupid curse, stupid feelings, stupid eyes that keep pouring these tears!" he groused (JWY was pouting and LXC's-

-fragile, fragile heart cannot TAKE THIS MUCH CUTENESS).

LXC cradled JWY's face into his hands, coaxing him to look up to him. He was momentarily mesmerised at the way the violet eyes shimmered in unshed tears, turning them into precious amethyst. LXC saw vulnerability in that-

-face and JWY still looked beautiful, in a heartbreaking way, despite everything.

"That's not stupid, Wanyin. I miss you, too, very much that there were nights I rolled up a blanket and wrapped my arms around it, pretending I was holding you."

JWY scrunched his nose adorably-

- at his confession. "Did you really?"

LXC leaned forward to press a lingering kiss on JWY's lips, savoring the familiar scent and taste. "Yes, in fact, I even hung the Jiang silver bell to the rolled blanket, so that I can imagine hearing you while I tried to sleep."

JWY blinked before his mouth involuntarily stretched wide into a smile and inevitably it evolved into laughter.

A full-blown laughter.

Once again LXC was being blown away. JWY smiled, yes, but laughed as if it was tge funniest thing in the world? Never. And if he thought JWY's-

-vulnerable face was mesmerising, this face of happiness heart-stoppingly awe-inspiring. The lines of laughter trace on the unmapped skin, first time etching their tracks at the corner of JWY's mouth and eyes and LXC wanted to freeze the moment in his mind forever.

He wanted this image of his husband be the usual occurrence and not due to a curse. Which reminded him... "Wanyin, how long does this curse last?"

JWY was still chuckling (too cute, too cute) when he answered, "4 days. So, I only have to bear with this emotional whiplash until-

-tomorrow."

"And that's it? No aftereffects whatsoever?"

JWY shook his head.

LXC let out a heavy sigh of relief. With a soft smile he said, "Well, I have to leave for GSL tomorrow evening, let spend tonight and tomorrow together. No sect leader affairs."

JWY smiled sweetly-

-back at his husband, obviously pleased with the suggestion. LXC realised an emotional honest JWY would be bring an early death of him because his heart couldn't take these lovely, adorable images this much and this quick.

But what a way to go...

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*bonus scene* (nsfw)

LXC gazed up to his husband, lust filled in the amber eyes. The curse apparently not just make JWY emotionally naked, but also caused his husband to be more honest in his reaction to each of LXC's touch, caress, strokes and kiss.

If before, JWY would-

-stifle his cries of pleasure behind his hand or sheets, now, the curse caused JWY to actively seek for the pleasure himself.

Hence, him, riding LXC's engorged member with such fevered abandon.

Oh heavens, LXC thought, his mind reeling from the visual assaults from his-

-husband and from the intense pleasure of feeling JWY's tight channel clamping around him - JWY looked so alluring like this.

LXC greedily took in the sight of the graceful arch of JWY's back as he leaned back, curtain of black silk hung back and its end pooled on LXC's thighs.

There were rivulets of sweat trickling down to JWY's chest and toned stomach - the criss-cross of scars did nothing to diminish the beauty of the pale skin. And those thighs straining with such power and ease as the man moved up and down on LXC's.

LXC couldn't resist.

He released his grips the bruising skin, stroking the invisible paths: one hand moved up to tease the flushed, red nipple that he had the pleasure of sucking for the longest time before and the other hand moved down to grab JWY's own cock that was steadily dripping clear,

-pre-cum on LXC's stomach.

When LXC's firm hand made one unhesitating stroke from base to the tips, JWY let out an uncharacteristic lewd cry as his hips jerked forward, as if unsure whether to chase the pleasure from behind or the one LXC just gave him.

Another stroke and-

-a rough tease on the tip caused JWY to stumble forward, head bent to touch LXC's forehead, fogs of breath and whimpers hung between them.

"Xichen-ge..." JWY moaned, his violet eyes were blurred with lust and incomplete peak. "I- I can't... Please, please..."

LXC went white for a moment because never in his wildest fantasy would he ever hear JWY *begged* LXC for anything. This curse was a *blessing* to LXC's heart and libido.

Mad lust dictated LXC's movement that before he realised it, he had flipped JWY flat on the bed with him-

-pressing down to his husband, still so intimately connected.

JWY moaned so unabashedly, when LXC lifted his legs over his broad shoulder, folding JWY's practically in half and JWY felt his husband fuck him deeper.

"Wanyin, my sweetheart," LXC panted to JWY's ear. "You're-

-going to make me lose my mind. How are you looking and tasting so good?"

The words pierced into JWY and something within him keened. So, he grabbed his husband face and lifted his own lips to kiss LXC harshly and messily. "Then take me, husband," he whispered.

"Take me like I'm the only thing that you'll ever own."

A curseless JWY would never say this and for a good reason too, because if this was how JWY was unrestrained, LXC didn't how to peel himself away from him.

With a deep, possessive growl, LXC leaned back, bracing himself-

-on his heels, holding JWY's hips with both of his hands and started to really fuck.

JWY went wild with intense, relentless waves of pleasure and LXC committed every image, every sound and every scent of JWY like this in his mind.

A few hours later, with JWY fell asleep-

-senselessly in his arms, LXC stared blankly to the ceiling. His mind was overloaded with images of JWY for today and his heart was overflowed with such joy and love.

If this was how JWY looked like without his traumatic past holding him back, LXC vowed to keep on loving him-

-until each chain on JWY's psych was released.

One day, he would see JWY in this way without curse causing it.

One day, JWY would be free to himself in LXC's presence.

And what a future to look. forward to.