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i love him so much

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take the journey

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STROHL!!!!!!!!!

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I'm tired of gacha games forgetting males exist.

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Little King in the making 👑

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ren   smiled   a   little.   an   expression   still   foreign   to   him,   but   he   enjoyed   this   and   their   time   together.   sometimes   it   was   so   foreign   it   made   him   leave   again,   as   if   he   wasn't   supposed   to   feel,   as   if   it   wasn't   alright   for   him   to   be   happy.   as   if   he   wasn't   comfortable   feeling this way yet,   not   over   a   longer   time   at   least.   nonetheless   it   was   nice   to   see   such   a   relaxed   and   happy   version   of   jingyuan.

 yingxing   had   been   fortunate,   to   be   married   to   such   a   huge   fluff   puppy.   jingyuan   truly   wasn't   more   than   the   softest   lion   he   had   ever   laid   eyes   on.   it   was   only   clear   to   him   now,   but   still,   if   the   stellaron   hunters   were   to   threaten   the   luofu   one   day   with   their   mission...   would   jingyuan   fight   him?   or   even   kill   him?   perhaps   not   the   best   idea   to   think   about   something   like   that   now.

he   was   almost   about   the   get   up   when   he   heard   the   next   suggestion.   without   thinking   much   about   it,   he   nodded.   he   loved   jingyuan's   body,   his   cock,   his   being,   what   he   did   to   him   and   how   it   made   him   feel   and   how   it   satisfied   his   mara   to   no   end.   never   had   he   felt   so   incredibly   relaxed   and   at   ease   after   the   lion   fucked   him   absolutely   senseless.   "how?"   he   asked   curiously   after   a   small   moment,   head   tilted   in   curiosity.

slowly   leaning   up   he   placed   a   gentle   kiss   on   the   general's   lips.   "under   your   desk?"

Given that Jing Yuan has a lot of cats, he’s pretty familiar with their behavior by now. That’s why he easily slips the mantle of a cat on Ren; just like a stray, he will come by, take what he wants, and leave you behind after coming close enough for a petting— but only from time to time. Staying isn’t really Ren’s forte, not that Jing Yuan minds. No, for the General, just the fact that Ren comes back is more than enough.

Besides, it’s been a while since Ren started staying a bit more than only the night, and honestly Jing Yuan is loving every moment of it. His hands reach around his lover to caress his body, by now they are so close to one another that there is no shame whatsoever between them. Naturally, Jing Yuan can feel the hunger for something else within Ren’s crimson eyes, but all he does is laugh— of course, his insatiable companion would want a few additional treats with his meal.

“Hmm, you can stay at the garden with Snow Lion if you want,” fingertips slowly but surely tap at Ren’s sides, going up to his biceps in a slow but careful massage. “But if you find my company more enticing than my lion’s… why don’t you put your mouth for some good use while I am working? Keeping me warm, for example.” There is no mistake to the meaningful glint of his eyes as Jing Yuan gazes at Ren, his smile mischievous. They haven’t tried it yet, but having Ren warming his cock really is a sexy option.

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yingxing  looked  fondly  at  jingyuan.  he  was  really  cute.  it  was  hard  to  say  when  immortal  beings  became  of  age  or  could  be  called  mature,  but  he  could  say  one  thing  now.  the  lion  had  truly  grown  into  a  man.  not  that  jingliu  would  agree  with  him,  but  yingxing  didn't  really  care  all  that  much.  if  jingyuan  wanted  him,  he  saw  no  reason  to  turn  him  down.  it  was  his  decision,  yingxing  had  not  guided  him  into  anything  he  didn't  want  in  the  first  place.

he  just...  did  not  expect  for  jingyuan  to  be  interested  in  this  old  man.

it  wasn't  easy,  if  not  entirely  impossible  to  keep  his  calm  when  jingyuan  was  grinding  against  his  body  like  this,  overly  enthusiastic,  as  he  would  expect  from  a  pupper,  but  it  was  adorable  and  those  lips  felt  so  nice  against  his  own.  he  really  couldn't  help  sneaking  his  arms  around  the  other  man's  neck,  keeping  him  close  against  his  own  body.  he  was...  really  tall,  he  had  also  gained  quite  many  muscles.  it  was  pretty  clear,  the  person  was  not  the  same  he  had  been  10  years  ago.

"if  it  wasn't  entirely  obvious,  yes,  i  would  love  to  give  you  this  chance.  i  want  you."  he  played  with  the  little  hairs  at  jingyuan's  nape,  a  small  smile  playing  around  his  lips.  he  was  such  a  beautiful  specimen,  it  was  kind  of  unfair  honestly.  how  could  someone  be  so  ethereal  and  have  such  beautiful  golden  eyes?

Although he wished otherwise, it is no secret that Jing Yuan is infatuated by Yingxing. Maybe he’s just too young to express it properly, like an experienced man would, and thus it comes in the form of bickering and fighting, trying to get Yingxing’s attention by all means possible. Given that hi competitor is Dan Feng, Jing Yuan has a fair reason as to why he is this desperate.

Alas, Yingxing finally didn’t refute him. May Lan bless this miracle, because that’s what such a thing is: a miracle, a God-given blessing. To don’t be talked back when he says something to Yingxing is even a bit worrisome. However, given the predicament they are in, Jing Yuan can understand. He giggles when Yingxing tells him to go slowly, and obeys, albeit just for a moment before he’s pressing himself on Yingxing again, their lips meeting and heads turned to allow a deeper kiss.

Yuan’s head is spinning. Yingxing’s lips are so soft, so good. He can’t help the soft mewl when that tongue guides his own, and then there’s the feeling of their hips coming together, and Jing Yuan just can’t hide from Yingxing just how much turned on he is. Thankfully, he can sense the same eagerness hidden in Yingxing’s pants, their half hard dicks greeting one another.

“Desperately so,” breathes him out at Yingxing’s question, leaning forward to bite at Yingxing’s lower lip. He does so softly and carefully, trying to be sexy without hurting his partner. “What about you, gege? Do you want me? Want to give me a chance to make you happy, make you feel good?”

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"you're being awfully risky, but i don' think there's a need for you to apologise, nun." it wasn't like kaito wanted to make her feel guilty. he just thought it would make things complicated for her, rather than him. truly, he just didn't want her to be an outsider among all these ladies even if she seemed to detest all of them. kaito wasn't held in high regard either since he never made a big splash in the ocean that were the bachelors of this country, but more than that; being so white even though hailing from the south was truly uncommon and unlikely. hideaki on the other hand held the name of their family and was gladly accepted for being smart and talented.

"i wish you wouldn't rely on me catching you, though yes... i will always try." they had been childhood friends, for as long as he could remember. that was why being married to his childhood friend felt a bit weird, though, she was a lovely lady. one could not expect more of their wife. kaito knew he could guess himself lucky, but still, did she not want more of her life? someone she could fall in love with? that she didn't remember decorating with mud?

"huuuh?  you  mean  to  say  the  princess  has  more  interest  in  me?  a  second  born?  a  bastard?"  he  sighed,  truly,  hideaki  and  he  did  not  share  the  same  mom,  even  though  it  was  fairly  obvious  given  he  was  a  bright  lightbulb  while  his  brother's  hair  was  dark  as  a  raven.  they  didn't  consider  themselves  to  be  half  brothers,  since  kaito  was  raised  like  a  loving  son  by  hideaki's  mother.

nonetheless,  he  did  not  consider  himself  more  than  handsome  or  anything.  his  family  hailed  from  the  capital  and  only  settled  down  in  the  south  a  few  generations  ago.  they  were  not  accepted  there  and  neither  up  here  anymore.  he  held  no  fear  for  his  next  opponent  though.  he  knew  the  south  had  plenty  good  warriors  besides  the  two  in  his  family.

"i  will  be  careful,  don't  you  worry."  he  leaned  boldly  in  to  kiss  her  lips,  one  hand  reaching  over  to  hold  the  back  of  her  head  before  he  placed  her  on  his  chair  and  made  his  way  over  to  his  battle.

“Let them watch then…” – she retorted; placing her head on his shoulder. If they were watching now, all they’d see would be a loving couple – “I don’t care if they do as long as…” – they rely on the loans my father is so kindly providing to them... But Nunnally stopped before these words could leave her lips. She might not be caring about them, but Kaito? He deserved better than such an unladylike wife as herself. Perhaps she was shaming him by her behavior? They weren’t children anymore, and although her husband never complained she wasn’t like other women… She was worse.

“I am sorry…I’m really sorry Kaito.” – she whispered; now true guilt ringing in her voice – “I’ll try to be better next time.”

Though his words poured some consolation into her troubled heart. Perhaps she wasn’t perfect, but he truly didn’t seem to mind that much?

“You wouldn’t.” – Nunnally said with some odd certainty in her voice – “You will never let me fall. Not now and not back then we used to climb trees together. And do other mischievous things. Oh, Kaito…” – she allowed herself for a bit of nostalgia – “I sometimes wish we could travel back in time. You, Hideaki and I. And look who we have to become…!?”

She laughed when he pinched her nose. At least they didn’t lose the ability to joke and have fun together. Nunnally still remembered Kaito wasn’t too happy about their marriage (unlike her), but it still did not destroy their friendship. Yes, she was yearning for more, but she wasn’t to try too much as it could have broken what they had. And that was precious.

“Do you really think I talk too much?” – she asked jokingly well-aware she did. But Nunnally quickly became serious again, when Kaito explained the plan Hideaki was carrying out. Poor Hideaki! Though he would make such a good king.

“Kaito…!” – she whispered with some light scolding in her voice – “Do you truly want me…” – but she couldn’t keep serious and burst into soft laughter, which seemed quite inappropriate given Hideaki’s situation – “Well, of course they talked about men. After all they are so important during balls. Who would they dance with if no men were available…” – her laughter stopped as suddenly as it appeared – “The princess has some interests in Hideaki.” – Nunnally said softly, though her voice was laced with sadness – “I think she has no choice than to allow to be courted even if she pretends hard to get. Though you are considered more handsome.” – she said still serious – “I think the princess wishes to meet you.” - and that made her jealous.

She would keep a secret that the Southern stranger that Kaito might soon face in combat was hitting on her. Large brainless idiot!

“Of course he will not. You’re too good to allow for that. He looks scary, but he’s not the smartest…”

“But if worse comes to worst, I’ll definitely save you.” – Nunnally said seriously ignoring Kaito’s finger on her forehead.

“Promise me… Promise me Kaito you’ll be careful, though.”

“I…I don’t want to lose you…”

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Almost weekend. I'll try to get some writing done. I'm not feeling so wreaked this week.

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he  wasn't  sure  if  shoi-ming  was  usually  such  a  show  off,  but  he  sure  was  flexible.  right,  he  was  here  to  learn,  not  to  admire  and  grow  speechless.  it  wasn't  like  myungsoo  wasn't  flexible,  but  he  was  supposed  to  integrate  their  movements  into  his  form  and  the  red  head  wasn't  sure  how  to  do  just  that.  he  might  be  better  off  just  grabbing  his  rope  to  jump  or  punch  another  few  punching  bags  to  dust,  but  a  promise  was  a  promise.  he'd  have  to  replay  the  scenes  later  on  in  his  head  and  ponder  on  how  to  do  just  that,  except...  his  eyes  moved  further  down.  he  was  pent  up.  his  next  big  match  was  in  two  days.  he  needed  to  find  himself  someone  and  it  wasn't  like  they  weren't  lining  up...  but  every  toy  would  eventually  grow  old.

but...  the  man  was  a  little  surprised.  he  hadn't  exactly  noticed  how  the  small  pink  had  stepped  down  and  suddenly  ended  up  latched  onto  him.  the  boxer  raised  an  eyebrow.  what  a...  delicate  offer,  he  was  indeed  stunned  for  a  moment.  he  expected  a  lot,  but  someone  so  direct  and  to  the  point,  yet  so  small  and  delicate?  still,  myungsoo  couldn't  deny  one  thing;  he  really  was  a  gorgeous  man.

"i  do  have  a  car  yes,  i'd  be  happy  to  take  you  to  my  home."  he  fished  the  car  keys  out  of  his  bag,  dangling  them  in  front  of  the  pink  head's  face  with  a  small  grin.  "i'd  be  delighted  to  free  myself  of  being  pent  up  with  you."  the  red  head  bit  down  on  his  bottom  lip,  fist  forming  around  the  keys.  "i  am  sure  your  flexibility  can  be  put  to  good  use,  isn't  that  right  now,  shoi-ming?"

Tiny and cute. That was something that Eros prided himself on. It was something that drew in a crowd when he performed. And really, that made it all the better when those poor sods got robbed blind. But he could already feel the way that this new visitor was looking at him. His own purple eyes running over the other's form for a moment even while he was focused on showing off. Because really, who didn't like their partner a little flexible? And if things went how Eros wanted them to go- well, suppose he was going to have a rather fun night?

So the smaller stepped off the beam after a moment. Claiming he needed a drink. And he'd waltz right over to where Myungsoo was. Granted his things were right there, but really, he was just making a show of himself. Bending over to get his water. Pretending to rummage through his bag to really let the moment drag. And when he got up he'd stretch slightly, grinning as he looked up at the redhead. And then turn on his heel, as if to walk away. But he'd stop, gaze drifting along the other's form before he moved a bit closer. Pressed himself against him even.

He tilted his head, brushing his hair over his shoulder. Grin spread across his features before he bit his lip. "Say, sweetheart...y'look a li'l pent up over here~. Watchin' all these pretty things settin' ya off..~? What if we jus'... up and snuck away f'er a bit, huh~? I bet we could have some fun jus' th' two of us. Y'got a car~? Or y'wanna sneak int' th' mens locker room with me~?"

Nobody could say Shoi-Ming wasn't forward at least."

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