Thread by @mzblackpoison

#shl #woh #wenzhou 🔞incubus zhou zishu who doesn't have an appetite anymore - not since the last of the seven nails. now, he's completely sickened by the idea of feeding and starves himself until he must eat.
that certainly changes when he meets the impostrous wen kexing.

for the first time in nearly a year, zzs finds himself not disgusted by feeding.

since escaping prince jin's clutches, zzs's appetite degraded with the rest of his health and martial arts. he's starved himself ill in effort to avoid sexual intimacy and eating all together.

that all changes when wkx muscles his way into his life. as cunning and stealthy the man is, zzs finds himself trusting him.

a never-ending running mouth that hides his own secrets, zzs knows wkx won't pester him with questions or demand answers. they share this mutual trust.

another night goes by where zzs finds himself in wkx's bed. wkx allows himself to be pushed onto his back, lets zzs roughly pull off his clothes. he merely hisses and never protests when zzs forces himself onto wkx's barely slicked cock - hard or not.

it's tight,

it's always tight because around wkx, zzs can't control the hunger and desire in his gut.

with his runny mouth, wkx never stops talking. he makes all sorts of odd comments as if he doesn't have his cock buried in zzs's ass.

when zzs is drowsy with subdued hunger but desires

more, wkx flips them over and fucks him with earnest.

wkx never comments on why his sickly complexion always seems to improve after a tumble in bed, never questions his eating habits or bedroom habits, and zzs appreciates it.

he still starves himself, still adverse to

sexual intimacy out of need rather than desire, but with wkx around, he doesn't suffer much before his appetite is satisfied.

/thread fic end.
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