#[ albeit never was he a wife lmaaaao ]

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yingxing couldn't help the soft chuckle falling from his lips. "right, the lion has grown up into a beautiful majestic man. i know, i have eyes. i can see that you have long outgrown being tiny, only jingliu would see someone young and inexperienced for she loves her student." jingyuan was build in a rather heavenly manner. strong arms, solid but soft hands, such beautiful white long locks, broad shoulders, prominent pecs, slim hips and even longer legs. yingxing would be blind or a bad liar to say he didn't notice such things. sometimes he wondered why jingyuan looked at him with such warm golden hues, with such want, he might even call it. but he never said anything. he didn't know what he should say...

him and dan feng were not exclusive. it wasn't love, or whatever. human had such fickle feelings that dan feng wouldn't know awfully much about. he was a divine being, far above yingxing's status, but there was something they shared albeit he'd not call it a simple romantic relationship. he simply helped the high elder with his ambitions, he provided him with what he needed. yingxing wondered what jingyuan thought about this relationship, since he talked about yinyue so often. he couldn't deny they may have indulged in acts that were of no pure nature, but never was it called a relationship, much less did dan feng see him as a lover. yingxing was rather lonely for he thought there could have been more.

"what i tell you is hardly yinyue's business, jingyuan. i am not sure what you think we are, but it's not a fickle romantic relationship. i've merely bent the knee and pledged my loyalty." the artisan smiled a little, hand on his chin as he looked jingyuan up and down. "undying loyalty doesn't mean he takes me to bed. it only means i do not go against his commands. supplying you with a weapon or... giving you a hug wouldn't go against my pledge." a hand reached up to cup the man's cheek.

without a warning he leaned over to press his lips against the other's, brief and short. "consider this the payment and do not give me money." he couldn't help laughing once more for how docile this big man was. he never wanted to be paid. "just... slaughter those denizens. that would also be a wonderful payment, big lion."

Jing Yuan was certainly going beyond what was allowed— or at least that was what he thought about this hug, anyways. He hadn’t expected for Yingxing to wrap his arms around him, to hold him close. ��I’m not little, Xing-ge,” murmured the white haired as he hid even deeper into Yingxing’s hair. Sure, he wanted to fight more for his claim, but this chance to have an excuse to hug Yingxing could never come again!

Being conscious of Dan Feng, Jing Yuan had never tried anything with Yingxing. It was a lost battle; how could he compete with Dan Feng? To Jing Yuan, Yingxing was already taken and owned by the dragon High Elder. So, while it was a bit (very much, in fact) pitiful of him, this was the only small mercies that he would ever be allowed.

Except that Yingxing says he’s his treasure, and Jing Yuan’s face goes bright red, making the man all the more embarrassed. He tries to downplay it by saying, “don’t let a-Feng hear it,” nervous laughter in his voice. Even then, Jing Yuan hadn’t let go of Yingxing. He was still breathing the man in, trying to memorize how it feels to be in the arms of someone so warm. When Yuan finally pulls away (because he’s afraid that Yingxing will learn about his feelings if he presses too much), his face is still red, but somewhat composed. “A-Feng is lucky to have you. But, ah, don’t let it get to your head, hm? I know that all you need is some praise to get you going.”

Jing Yuan had learnt a lot about Yingxing just from looking at him. It’s a bit shameful. “By the way, how could I pay you for this? You’ll have to live for more a hundred years if you want a decent price for it, you know. My salary isn’t high enough just yet. Though, I can ask Master… she might have a good amount saved…”