But how could Mingyu offer anything less than what Fox gave him? For all the money, the fame, the status— Mingyu hasn't had a home to go back to once since his parents passed and with them so too did his childhood home. The building was still there, full of memories, and yet it'd gone cold. Just an empty shell, like a corpse on its own.
Fox, meanwhile, seemed to breathe life into everything.
"Y-Yeah?" Mingyu winced, hating that he couldn't keep the tremor of excitement and disbelief out of his voice, forcing himself through it all the same as he grinned wide, letting go of Fox's hand to kiss him again, and again, and again. He crawled up, knowing Fox would only push him right back down, to clamber halfway into Fox's lap, giddy, peppering clumsy kisses over most of his face.
"Okay, you're moving in!" he repeated between kisses, voice all a rush with his surge of adrenaline. "We'll have to celebrate when we get back— Maybe I'll announce a vacation, book a flight to Europe... and stay at home with you all week, not leaving bed for anything. We'll live off granola bars and tap water and test out all the practical applications of magic in bed. Does that sound good?"
Fox grunted with the sudden weight in his lap, but a tentative, shy smile was riding to his lips simply from Mingyu’s clear excitement. Literally no one had ever been this excited to have him around, and it made his heart ache with fondness.
He was about to protest that Europe was too much, that he didn’t even technically have identification let alone a passport, but then Mingyu continued and all he could do was smile widely and lean in to press his forehead against his lover’s.
“Yeah. It sounds perfect.” He leaned forward, stealing a long kiss, pressing it deep even as his free hand braces against Mingyu’s back to keep him steady in his lap. Even as the hand caught between Mingyu’s legs curled it’s fingers and shallowly began to move.
Look, Mingyu knew a thing or two about his fox and he wouldn't spring Europe on him like that. Work him up to it, sure. Call it a honeymoon in the future, with or without the associated wedding. Something. Anyway.
Mingyu smiled readily into that kiss, heart so full of joy it ached. It was perfect, and this was perfect, and Fox was perfect, and Mingyu felt suddenly terrified that it was too much. This was too much good to have, too much good to get.
There had to be a catch. There was always a catch. A price to be paid. In magic, in life, in everything.
When people were greedy, got too much good. That was when tragedy would strike.
Shivering a little, Mingyu pushed past it. It didn't matter. He didn't care. He wanted this, would have it, would stop at nothing to keep having it. He went through life never asking for anything, and he would have this.
Sighing out in pleasure and satisfaction as Fox began to move his hand once more, Mingyu ground down into his lover's lap with renewed enthusiasm.
He chuckled, heat pooling in his groin from the sound of that sigh, cock twitching in his lap and just brushing against Mingyu when it did so.
“I will happily let you believe that,” he said with a laugh, pure and loving, as he slowly worked his way inside with his fingers. Patience, Fox. Patience. “But I’m afraid I might have to introduce you to a mirror, later, so you understand the concept a little more.”
He let out a satisfied breath as he slipped his free hand between them, fingers finding Mingyu’s cock and slowly beginning to stroke in time with the careful, opening thrusts.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered quietly. “I want you so much I can barely take it.”
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Fox, meanwhile, seemed to breathe life into everything.
"Y-Yeah?" Mingyu winced, hating that he couldn't keep the tremor of excitement and disbelief out of his voice, forcing himself through it all the same as he grinned wide, letting go of Fox's hand to kiss him again, and again, and again. He crawled up, knowing Fox would only push him right back down, to clamber halfway into Fox's lap, giddy, peppering clumsy kisses over most of his face.
"Okay, you're moving in!" he repeated between kisses, voice all a rush with his surge of adrenaline. "We'll have to celebrate when we get back— Maybe I'll announce a vacation, book a flight to Europe... and stay at home with you all week, not leaving bed for anything. We'll live off granola bars and tap water and test out all the practical applications of magic in bed. Does that sound good?"
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He was about to protest that Europe was too much, that he didn’t even technically have identification let alone a passport, but then Mingyu continued and all he could do was smile widely and lean in to press his forehead against his lover’s.
“Yeah. It sounds perfect.” He leaned forward, stealing a long kiss, pressing it deep even as his free hand braces against Mingyu’s back to keep him steady in his lap. Even as the hand caught between Mingyu’s legs curled it’s fingers and shallowly began to move.
“It’s perfect, Angel.”
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Mingyu smiled readily into that kiss, heart so full of joy it ached. It was perfect, and this was perfect, and Fox was perfect, and Mingyu felt suddenly terrified that it was too much. This was too much good to have, too much good to get.
There had to be a catch. There was always a catch. A price to be paid. In magic, in life, in everything.
When people were greedy, got too much good. That was when tragedy would strike.
Shivering a little, Mingyu pushed past it. It didn't matter. He didn't care. He wanted this, would have it, would stop at nothing to keep having it. He went through life never asking for anything, and he would have this.
Sighing out in pleasure and satisfaction as Fox began to move his hand once more, Mingyu ground down into his lover's lap with renewed enthusiasm.
"You're what's perfect, Huli."
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“I will happily let you believe that,” he said with a laugh, pure and loving, as he slowly worked his way inside with his fingers. Patience, Fox. Patience. “But I’m afraid I might have to introduce you to a mirror, later, so you understand the concept a little more.”
He let out a satisfied breath as he slipped his free hand between them, fingers finding Mingyu’s cock and slowly beginning to stroke in time with the careful, opening thrusts.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispered quietly. “I want you so much I can barely take it.”