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As many things between them, it started with one of Quan Yizhen’s questions. It seems like, no matter how much time passes, Quan Yizhen’s habit of asking the strangest questions out of nowhere, is never going to change.
Sometimes, he would ask something that’s just weird, but there’s also many instances of him asking a deep question unexpectedly. Like right now, while they lay together in their bed (their bed, a concept that still feels foreign to Yin Yu from time to time).
“Shixiong, why didn't your form change after you came back?” Quan Yizhen asks, whispering in the darkness of their shared room, their limbs entwined under the blankets. “Crimson Rain’s form is not the same he had when he died, right? He changed when he came back as a ghost.”
Yin Yu ponders about the answer for a while, distracting himself by softly scratching Quan Yizhen’s scalp. How much does he want to say about this? He’s… not sure.
“I did change after my soul reformed, Yizhen, but I prefer to keep the appearance I had before dying, that's all.” A human form, that is.
There's a silent pause, so Yin Yu keeps talking, suddenly getting the urge to fill the silence. “It’s also true that Chengzhu has many different forms, to the point that only himself and His Highness know what the true one is like.”
“So shixiong is able to shapeshift too, then?”
“To an extent. It can be useful on missions, I suppose? I... I have not experimented that much on that regard. As I said before, I prefer to keep the form I’m using now.”
“Can I see shixiong’s new form?” Quan Yizhen, suddenly fired up, sits up and takes Yin Yu’s hands in his, his face bright and hopeful.
“Why would you even want to see that?” Yin Yu seems to be genuinely shocked by Yizhen’s petition. “It's not a pretty sight. You'd only get sad about it, Yizhen.” Or worse, scared.
Why would Yizhen want to see his new, ugly demonic features? It’s not a good look on him. His fangs are too sharp and noticeable. He has claws, for fucks sake. And ridiculous, pointy ears. Even his eyes changed, his pupils sharper, like the ones from some kind of disgusting reptile, the violet undertones in his irises much more visible now.
And there’s a big, gnarly scar on his right wrist, too.
He definitely cannot let Yizhen see him in that form. He’s going to get frightened. Disgusted.
He himself was barely able to endure seeing his own reflection for the first time after reforming. Fortunately, he can manipulate his own form. He needs more practice if he wants to call himself a shapeshifter, but it’s enough with being able to conceal his demonic features. It’s not like he wants to change his form beyond that.
“I'm sure shixiong looks good in any form he chooses to take.” Quan Yizhen replies, with complete certainty.
“You can't just say that if you haven't seen it, Yizhen. Don't be ridiculous.”
“Then let me see it, so I can prove to shixiong that I’m being sincere!”
“Stop it, Yizhen.”
“But I really want to see it! I want to know everything about shixiong.”
Quan Yizhen was now positively pouting, but Yin Yu was too tired to have this conversation now.
“I’ll… think about it. Now, please, let’s go back to trying to sleep.”
They both knew that Yin Yu was going to overthink about it, without doing anything concrete about it. Unless there was some external intervention that forced him, that is.
That just means it’s time for Quan Yizhen to find a way to make Yin Yu reconsider.
— ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ —
Turns out that’s easier said than done. And being denied of something this vehemently from his shixiong is a new experience for Quan Yizhen. Yin Yu almost never resists him, but this time that soft spot is not working in his favor.
He asked Yin Yu several times, and the answer is always some variation of I’m still thinking about it, and Not now, Yizhen, I’m working on something, or Stop insisting, please.
Time to go for plan B: spying on his shixiong to see if he can catch him using a different form. Sadly, he’s not stealthy enough to follow Yin Yu, who is a master in matters related to hiding, being unnoticed and turning practically invisible. Quan Yizhen never mastered anything related to subtlety, so he’s at disadvantage on that regard.
And not even Quan Yizhen’s keen eyes are enough for this mission! He can’t follow him if he can’t find him! And he can’t find him without being noticed!
To add to his frustration, his shixiong calls him over their shared communication array to scold him.
Stop trying to follow me in secret, Yizhen. I know you}’re there. You don’t have to hide if you want to accompany me, you know that.
I’m sorry, shixiong. I was just playing.
Quan Yizhen apologizes and pretend everything is normal, instead of insisting again on seeing Yin Yu’s form.
He really had expected his shixiong to change form during his missions, taking advantage of the possibility to shape-shift to make his work easier. Or maybe let something slip on the heat of battle, but Yin Yu is truly a master of self-control now, to a point that it looks more like repression and even self-erasure than a professional practice.
All Quan Yizhen can think of, seeing Yin Yu fight, is how powerful, how beautiful he must look when unrestrained, if he already looks this magnificent while still hiding so much of his own self.
How can he convince his shixiong that there’s nothing of him that could ever make Yizhen reject him?
— ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ —
Plan C is mostly Quan Yizhen being desperate enough about this issue that he asks for Hua Cheng’s opinion. But he’s quickly dismissed. He didn’t even tells him if he has seen Yin Yu’s new form! (Hua Cheng has not seen it, but can understand Yin Yu’s reasons to hide it and, more importantly, he doesn’t want to deal with Quan Yizhen.)
Next on Quan Yizhen’s list is Xie Lian, but all he says is that it’s up to Yin Yu if he wants to show Quan Yizhen his new form, and that even Hua Cheng resisted the idea of showing Xie Lian his own true form, at first. It’s not about what you and me think about them, Yizhen. It’s about what they think and what they feel about themselves. We all have things we’re insecure about, right? And that’s not so easy to change. It takes time, so you need to be patient. I know he will eventually show you.
If only there was a way to make shixiong truly understand how Quan Yizhen sees him! But sadly, he can’t directly show him how he looks through his eyes, or convey all the different ways he makes him crazy, makes him fall even harder every day.
Why does everything have to be so complicated?
— ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ —
Quan Yizhen still asks Yin Yu one last time, about the reasons why he refuses.
“I already told you, Yizhen. It’s an ugly sight. Well, uglier might be a best way to put it.”
“What do you mean uglier?!” Quan Yizhen gets agitated by Yin Yu’s answer. “Shixiong is not ugly, in any form!”
“Ahhh, Yizhen…”
“No, I mean it, shixiong. Why can’t you believe me?”
Because it’s not true, thinks Yin Yu, but he choses to stay silent.
“I won’t be scared, or disgusted. Shixiong is shixiong, whatever form he is in. And I’ll always love shixiong, no matter what.”
Yin Yu wants to believe him, wants to allow himself that level of vulnerability, but he’s terrified. There’s always a possibility of being rejected, even if it appears minimal, but it’s there. What if finally Yizhen realizes that he shouldn’t stay close to Yin Yu? That he has always been this disgusting, that he’s always been this unclean?
What if Yizhen finally sees him for what he is: someone broken, ugly, jagged, that’s only going to lead him towards pain and suffering? Someone selfish, someone who’s taking advantage of the warmth of Quan Yihen’s love while it lasts, someone who’s clinging to it and doesn’t want to let go of it anymore?
Even if Yin Yu does not say any of those things out loud, Quan Yizhen sees his pained expression and it breaks his heart.
“Don’t worry, shixiong. I’ll find a way to show you I’m being sincere.”
Yin Yu lets himself be swallowed by Quan Yizhen’s warm embrace, but doesn’t say anything else.
— ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ —
Quan Yizhen keeps pondering about the issue for several days.
Does his shixiong really finds himself ugly? Does he really think that Quan Yizhen is going to reject him on the basis of something as stupid as physical appearance?
Has his shixiong really never noticed the effect he has on him?!
He’s not doing a good enough job of showing how much he desires him, in that case. What a shame! But he’s not going to be deterred by that failure. He has to find new ways to worship Yin Yu and show him exactly how he feels.
Especially now that he knows that his shixiong is suffering in silence because of this.
So for Quan Yizhen, this has turned into a mission, and soon he hatches a plan.
— ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ —
Some nights after, Yin Yu enters their room and finds Quan Yizhen sitting on their bed, in front of… something big, covered by a thick cloth that reveals nothing of whatever lies underneath.
“Welcome back, shixiong!” As soon as he saw Yin Yu enter their room, Quan Yizhen went to hug him, as happily as he ever does. Then, he adds, a mix of serious and shy: “Tonight, I want to show something to shixiong.”
“Is it related with whatever you have there?” Yin Yu points towards the mysterious, cloth-covered object in front of their bed. “Can we take a bath before whatever it is you have planned? I really want to relax for a bit.”
“Of course, shixiong.”
Sharing a bath has turned into a comforting part of their routine, something that Quan Yizhen treasures deeply. He has never feared showing Yin Yu his true self, and for him, baring his body in front of him is simply an extension of that trust. Another expression of the love he feels for Yin Yu, another way to show his shixiong how much he cherishes him.
And when they’re sharing a bath, Yin Yu gets the chance to take care of Quan Yizhen, who, when divested of his usual armor and weapons stops looking like a powerful Martial God, leaving only his bare, needy self in front of Yin Yu, asking for his attention and love. And Yin Yu loves taking care of him, helping him deal with his hair, helping him relax and soothe his muscles, and scolding him for his carelessness if he comes back too battered after a mission.
Fortunately, this time he came back without any injuries, so there’s no new marks on his skin. Yin Yu, on the other hand, has plenty of them, made by Quan Yizhen, who’s extra fond of leaving hickeys and bite marks all over him, but his shixiong imposed a condition: any mark on a visible place gets immediately healed. The ones that can be hidden, stay.
It was not exactly what Yizhen would’ve wanted, but it was still a form of acceptance, so he didn’t fought Yin Yu about it, and just marks him wherever he wants, so it’s still a silent battle of wits.
“Do you like it when I bite you, shixiong?” Yizhen asks, while they enjoy the hot water and mutual closeness.
Yin Yu sputtered, taken by surprise. “Wh- why are you asking me that now, Yizhen?!”
“I’m just curious.”
“… yes” Yin Yu’s answer was almost impossible to hear, and he blushed, somehow, but still he answered Quan Yizhen’s question. “We should get out of the bath now” he adds, a bit desperate to flee the situation.
Quan Yizhen just follows him out of the water, and soon they are dry and in comfortable sleeping robes. Time to start the next part of his plan!
— ◯ ☽ ◑ ● ◐ ❨ ◯ —
It’s not like this was the first time they were going to have sex. It’s nothing new for them, and still, Quan Yizhen is uncharacteristically nervous, not knowing how to explain what he wanted to try tonight.
But before he can put his ideas in order, Yin Yu approaches the hidden object and asks him, “Is this what you want to show me? Do I have to uncover it?”
“It’s… That’s… that’s part of what I want to show shixiong tonight, yes.”
Yin Yu takes off the cloth and unveils… the biggest (and clearest) mirror he has ever seen. It must have cost a small fortune to get something like this.
“There are really good artisans here in Ghost City” Quan Yizhen starts his explanation, “so I commissioned one to make this for us.”
Yin Yu still had no idea of why Quan Yizhen thought they need a mirror this big for their room. But then, while he still looked at the smooth surface of the mirror, Quan Yizhen approached him, hugging him from the back, his amber gaze intense as always, now locked with Yin Yu’s through the mirror.
Quan Yizhen’s hands started moving downwards, to disrobe Yin Yu, without breaking eye contact. Yin Yu is paralyzed, feeling so exposed and raw that the urge to flee was replaced by a blank in his mind. So he just closed his eyes, refusing to look at their reflection.
“Shixiong? Are you okay?”
It was too much, too fast… with just a simple reflection over the mirror. Yin Yu tried to escape Quan Yizhen’s embrace, but he was quick to hug him again, tightly, without any intention of letting him go.
“Please don’t go, shixiong” Quan Yizhen murmured against his back. “All I want is to show shixiong that I love every part of him.”
“I know you love me, Yizhen, I-“
“But you don’t believe me when I say that to you. So let me show you instead, okay?”
Yin Yu could not see his expression, but his voice was pleading.
“Can we at least cover the mirror again?”
“Just don’t look at it if you don’t want to, shixiong.”
What is he so afraid to find inside that mirror, anyway?
Yin Yu forcibly turns to face Quan Yizhen and hides himself by kissing him with an urgency he rarely allowed himself to show. But he wants to let his mind dissolve in that kiss, hide from the grim thoughts invading his mind, and feel Yizhen devouring him, hopefully leaving nothing at all behind.
Quan Yizhen answers that call by kissing him back without restrain, and swiftly disrobing both of them. He hopes that, eventually, Yin Yu is going to catch bits and pieces of their reflection and grow comfortable with it, until he lets Quan Yizhen show him exactly what he wants to. But for now, he just wants to pleasure Yin Yu, until he can’t think anymore, only focusing on the overwhelming force of Quan Yizhen’s love and desire washing over him.
Quan Yizhen would not be himself if he wasn’t as eager as an overexcited puppy, latching onto Yin Yu’s neck to cover it in bites, desperate to mark him again, claim him, show everyone that he’s his, only his and no one else’s.
He kisses and bites every beauty mark over Yin Yu’s body, knowing exactly where they are, after having thoroughly mapped his shixiong’s skin with his hands, his tongue, even his teeth.
“Bite… bite me harder, Yizhen.”
“Shixiong?”
“You heard me. Make it hurt.”
“But-“
“Please. Just-… Please.” He needs it. Pleasure and pain had always come mixed for him, when it comes to Yizhen. What if he wants to indulge a bit more?
It’s not like he doesn’t deserve that pain, anyway.
But before he can keep spiraling around that thought, one of Quan Yizhen’s hands find his cock, and the unexpected wave of pleasure shocks him and makes him moan, Yizhen’s calloused thumb spreading his precome to make the slide easier, while his teeth draw blood from a point near his collarbone.
And then Yizhen kisses him again, his tongue full of the copper aftertaste of blood, his amber eyes full of an almost feral intensity.
“Shixiong always taste so good. No matter where I bite him, or where I lick him” he adds, leaving another mark in the opposite side of Yin yu’s collarbones, “it’s always delicious.”
Quan Yizhen trails downwards with his mouth, leaving bites and kisses all over his chest, stopping for a while to give his nipples the attention they deserve, leaving them red and swollen, slick with saliva, and Yin Yu wishes he could make him go back to kissing him, until they both suffocate (no matter he doesn’t even need to breathe) and his mind finally blacks out at last, but his ability to think is endangered again as soon as Quan Yizhen’s mouth go near his cock.
But instead of going for it, Quan Yizhen starts licking and biting the soft expanse of skin on the inner side of his thighs. This part of his body has always fascinated Quan Yizhen, who takes his time there, the tips of his fingers sinking on Yin Yu’s muscles, keeping his legs spread while he obsessively roams over every last cun of that soft, milky skin, now covered in hickeys and bite marks, like bloody red petals over fresh snow.
Does he really want to eat him?
… Does Yin Yu want to be devoured completely?
Quan Yizhen starts licking his shaft, from the base to the tip and back, and for a second Yin Yu catches, from the corner of his eye, their reflection on the mirror, and sees how disheveled and absolutely sinful he looks, but he can’t process that idea because now the scalding hot wetness of Quan Yizhen around his cock it’s too much, so he closes his eyes again, and gets lost in the sensations of being slowly engulfed by Quan Yizhen’s mouth, the velvety feeling of his tongue driving him crazy, every suck getting him harder, and when Yizhen relaxes his throat to take him to the root, he just has to bury his hands in Yizhen’s curls to keep himself tethered to this world, he can’t stop himself from grabbing too hard, and thrusting into the wet warmth of Yizhen’s mouth, can’t pretend he’s not enjoying this, or restrain his own moans, he can’t care anymore, not now.
Quan Yizhen always finds ways to make him get closer and closer to the edge of a dangerous cliff-side, an agonizing place where all he wants is to let himself fall, and he’s almost completely sure that if he does, Yizhen will catch him, but he still fears, he still can’t just let go, still grabs the edge of that cliff with all his force.
Quan Yizhen’s ministrations keep pushing him towards that edge, relentlessly, and his mounting pleasure threatens to spill and overcome all his practiced self-restrain, but before he can lose himself the force of his sudden orgasm takes him, and he comes mid-thrust in Yizhen’s hungry mouth, awaiting for him.
When Yin Yu recovers enough to open his eyes, he notices that Yizhen is looking back at him, and his gaze is the same as if he was a hunter looking at his prey.
A mix of cum and blood is dripping from the corner of Yizhen’s mouth.
… Where did that blood even came from? Is it Yizhen’s? Is it… his? Did… did Yizhen bite him again while he was coming down from his orgasm?
The intensity of it all stuns Yin Yu, his mind blanking for a moment, and when Quan Yizhen carefully, purposefully licks those drops and savor them as if they were the most delectable meal he has ever had, something clicks in the deepest parts of Yin Yu’s brain.
The most primitive of his urges and desires burn so hot inside him, that he feels as if he was actually on fire, and the feeling that his own nature is reciprocated in those darkening amber pools that gaze back at him, makes him feel completely understood, seen, and yet still desired, even if he’s a monster, a beast, a demon.
Two things happen at the same time after that moment.
Yin Yu forgets how to keep his fake skin up, fully exposing his pointed ears, the sharpness of his fangs, his black claws, the purplish tint of stagnation and death over his skin, his pupils now inhuman and full of violet specks that shine in the darkness of the room.
And Yizhen sees all of that happen at once, and almost blacks out from how horny he gets. The dangerous glint of those fangs is making him insane. He needs Yin Yu to bite him, to maul him, even, to mark him and do whatever he wants with him. He can open his chest with those claws, as long as he look at his eyes while he does. He can devour his heart in front of him, as long as is his blood that’s staining his fangs and dripping down from his mouth.
He almost can’t believe that he managed to break Yin Yu’s composure enough for this to happen.
Before he’s able to fully process any of this, Yin Yu is all over him, his fangs sinking deeply into the side of his neck, and even if this is violent and primeval, at the same time is his form of showing Quan Yizhen that he’s fully surrendering, that he’s showing him the most vulnerable parts of himself, leaving his soul completely bare.
And the way Quan Yizhen reacts, the way he moans, the way he instinctively voice his unfiltered thoughts over their communication array
shixiong, I told you there was no way I’d ever think you’re ugly, you’re the most beautiful god that has ever existed, please let me worship you, let me offer you my body, please eat me if you want, shixiong, shixiong, shixiong,
is the confirmation that all of Yin Yu’s fears were unfounded, that Quan Yizhen is there, ready to catch him and take him to safety, even if to do that they need to bite and scratch each other to their hearts content first.
Yin Yu finds that he actually likes the taste of Quan Yizhen’s blood on his tongue, the feel of his pulse beating so hard he can feel it when he licks the puncture wounds he just left, and the heady mix of sweat and blood almost makes him dizzy. Yizhen’s life force lies there for him to take, in such an intimate and open way that he gets greedier, because he wants this for him and no one else, no one else should ever get this close to Yizhen, only him.
Quan Yizhen uses Yin Yu’s momentarily distraction to take his wrists on one hand, forcefully pining him against the bed again, so they can look at each other.
“Shixiong looks insanely hot with his fangs stained with my blood.”
“The fangs are not the only thing that changed. You’re not… scared of me?”
“Why would I be scared of shixiong?” Quan Yizhen ruts against Yin Yu’s thigh, as if to prove a point, and Yin Yu gulps down, while trying to decide if he wants to ride his cock or swallow it whole and tease it with his fangs, maybe savor the same mix of cum and blood Quan Yizhen got to taste earlier. “Shixiong can take whatever form he likes. I’ll love it, as long as it’s shixiong. I said that before, remember?”
“Come here, Yizhen.”
The kiss they share this time is slower and yet still full of the same intensity, their tongues battling for dominance, and their initially playful bites soon turn into a bloody mess, that they lick clean and savor, the pain just an added bonus in their journey to claim each other’s body as occupied territory.
And while Quan Yizhen starts a slow descent again, Yin Yu thinks that this is the furthest he has ever been from Heaven, and at the same time, the most ardently he has ever been worshiped. No divine statue ever reflected his true image as closely as the mirror in front of them does.
Quan Yizhen sinful tongue is circling his hole, lapping at it like a dog, but soon it turns into a vicious onslaught that’s still not enough, because Yin Yu wants, no, he needs more, right now, so he pulls Quan Yizhen by the hair, and tells him to just take him, right now, just fuck him, raw, until they both can’t think, until they can’t keep going anymore.
In any previous instances Quan Yizhen would have denied him that violence, but now?
Quan Yizhen just positions them so he can fuck Yin Yu directly in front of the mirror, manhandling him without care, and their eyes lock through the reflection, so he can see the face Yin Yu makes when he enters him without any preamble, how he moans and cry and pants while Yizhen is thrusting into him, hard and fast, setting a merciless rhythm from the start, ravaging Yin Yu exactly the way he asked him for, without restrain, leaving bruises over his waist from how hard he’s grabbing him, and drawing blood from the many bite marks he left over Yin Yu’s back, beautifully arched so Quan Yizhen can take him, fuck him deeper, harder, mercilessly.
But Yin Yu’s hair starts getting in the way of their viewing pleasure, so Quan Yizhen just gathers it into a messy ponytail and uses it to yank Yin Yu’s body upward, without pulling out, and uses their position to his advantage, to lick Yin Yu’s ear, mapping their new shape, and whisper in between his thrusting, this time much slower, relishing in the sensation and denying Yin Yu from the culmination of pleasure he seeks.
“Does shixiong understand now?”
Does he? Can he see whatever it is that Quan Yizhen wants him to see?
“Answer me, shixiong”
He looks at their image in the mirror, at how their eyes darken with lust, how Yizhen length slowly enters him, trails of precome and blood sliding from his stretched and abused hole, his own neglected cock bobbing pathetically with each thrust, so wet and so hard, and his body so full of bruises and bite marks that there’s almost no unblemished skin left.
He’s been completely defiled, no trace of divinity to be found.
Yizhen, using his absurd strength, manhandles him again, taking him by the underside of his knees, so he’s obscenely spread, and Yin Yu desperately seeks purchase, digging his claws into Quan Yizhen’s thighs, drawing blood in the process, but Yizhen is not deterred at all.
“I wanted to show shixiong how beautiful he looks in my eyes, but I couldn’t find any way to actually do that.”
And when he says that, his cock (finally!) hits Yin Yu’s prostate again, and Yin Yu keens, unrestrained, and Quan Yizhen’s length twitches inside him at that, he can feel him getting even harder than he already was, and the thought that it’s his own pleasure that’s making Quan Yizhen lose control, makes Yin Yu feel drunk and more powerful that he ever had before.
Quan Yizhen reposition him to free his hands, to be able to touch his shixiong’s body again. Yin Yu shamelessly leans on Quan Yizhen’s chest, too tired to stay upright on his own, and also because he enjoys how firm Yizhen’s body feels, how safe it is.
He wants to be caged by him, be surrounded by his warmth and his scent, feel the weight of Yizhen’s body threatening to suffocate him, and look at his face, directly, and kiss him again, and…
And so Yin Yu gathers whatever strength he has left to escape Quan Yizhen’s hold and lie on the bed again, dragging Quan Yizhen with him, arms looped around his neck, and they share a tender kiss that rapidly turns into loud moans because Quan Yizhen enters him again, taking his legs so he can put Yin Yu into a mating press, fucking him so hard that Yin Yu cries from the stimulation, the slide of Quan Yizhen’s cock making him insane, the head hitting his prostate in every thrust, with such force that he can’t do much beside letting his eyes roll back while he claws at Quan Yizhen’s back, leaving deep scratches that would probably scar if they’re not careful.
He doesn’t know it yet, but Quan Yizhen wants nothing more than exhibit those marks with pride, he would go shirtless forever, because they’re a sign of how much Yin Yu trusts him, a physical manifestation of the intensity of their feelings. And everyone who see those marks would know he belongs to Yin Yu.
Yin Yu loses count of how many times he come, his tears blurring his sight, Yizhen determined to milk him to the last drop, his eyes never leaving Yin Yu’s face, burning in his brain his blissed out expression, the sound of his moans, the flavor of his tears, the way the scratches on his back burn and ache.
Surely Yin Yu did come more times than should be humanly possible, but again, he’s not even human anymore. And if that’s what allows this to be possible, then it might not be so bad.
Perhaps he said that out loud, his mind about to slip away, because Quan Yizhen says, while licking his tears away, “I’ve always loved shixiong, and that’s not going to change, no matter what form he’s in. Does shixiong believe me now? Does shixiong understand?”
“I do, Yizhen.” He really does. He really does believe Yizhen’s words.
Quan Yizhen finally loses it at that, and bites Yin Yu’s shoulder as he comes so hard he blacks out for several moments, trapping Yin Yu under his body.
Yin Yu caresses his back, now self-conscious and guilty, noticing how damaged it must be because of him. But Quan Yizhen clearly liked it. And healing them should be easy, in theory. (In practice, Quan Yizhen would not allow him).
A few moments later, Quan Yizhen rolls to the side, and turns to look at his shixiong, with a happy grin on his face.
“What are you smiling so hard for, huh?” Yin Yu is slowly coming back to his self-conscious, overthinking self, so Quan Yizhen caresses his cheek, trying to comfort him. At least Yin Yu is not changing into his usual skin. That’s a good sign.
“I’m just glad that now shixiong can finally see himself as I do.” Quan Yizhen rests his forehead against Yin Yu’s, and rubs their noses together. “And that shixiong showed me his true form, so I can love him and worship him exactly as he deserves.”
“I really am not sure that I see myself that way. But maybe… maybe doing this again would help with it?” Yin Yu can’t lie to Quan Yizhen, but at least he can admit that he want this. That he’s happy with it. That doing this was not wrong.
And Quan Yizhen can’t wait to repeat this, either. As many times as necessary.