Fox smiled, warm and crinkling at the edges of his eyes as he adjusted himself to sit up a little straighter, to pull Mingyu a little tighter in against him.
"Maybe I want to steal you," he whispered quietly, pressing his lips to Mingyu's ear, mouthing at the shell of it.
"Maybe I like the idea of defying fate to make you mine," he murmured, a little thrill running down the back of his neck as he answered the request. "But I'll take fate, too. I'll take anything that gives me an excuse to be with you."
"Oh?" Mingyu challenged, finding his voice again as he pulled back to meet Fox's gaze once more, always, always falling a little more in love with him with every breath, with every word Fox spoke, with every moment spent together like this. Just remembering what an irrepressible little thief Fox was made him laugh, made him want to be stolen more than anything.
"You'd do that to have me?" Once Fox speaks it, Mingyu knew it to be true. It was a far more romantic thing to be something hard-won rather than heaven-granted. All this time, all the superficial love and adoration lain at his feet, no one ever cared enough to see him for who he was. With Fox—
He believed it. He believed it wholeheartedly. That he was something Fox would pursue.
"Promise me," he went on, voice tight and low. "Promise me you'll remember that. Promise me you'll do what it takes to have me, to chase me to the ends of the world if you have to."
Smiling, he took Fox's hand and pressed it over his heart.
Fox smiled wide, leaning in to press a kiss to Mingyu's lips and then lay his hand over Mingyu's above his heart.
"I think I can do a damn sight better than Orpheus," he teased quietly. "He didn't even manage to get Eurydice back from Hades. I'd do it and then I'd go back and do it again just to prove it wasn't even hard."
His fingers solidified around Mingyu's hand and then he shifted, one knee sliding up before in one smooth motion he flipped Mingyu down onto the bed and rolled up on top of him, straddling his hips and grinning down at him.
He leaned down and stole a firmer kiss, threading their fingers together and pushing Mingyu's hands back into the sheets. When he broke it was just to pepper Mingyu's jaw with kisses instead.
"You're worth everything to me. I'd never have to search for you because no one is ever going to be able to take you from me."
Mingyu was quiet as he listened to the passion in Fox's voice, smiling as he found himself flipped over and pushed down against the bed in what could only be described as tender, loving ownership. He was Fox's in the way of something holy, held in reverence, Fox regarding him in action as the rest of the world pretended to be in their pretty words, their likes and their comments and their retweets. None of that ever felt real, not for a moment, but this—
There was nothing more real. Fox was an artist and Mingyu was another creation, a blank slate brought to life by Fox's warmth, his vision.
Fox told him he was worth everything and Mingyu believed. In Fox's hands, he felt like something holy, but Fox was the beginning and the end to Mingyu's faith.
And whatever Fox thought, whatever he called Mingyu, whatever he felt in his heart he did or didn't deserve, from here on the bed looking up, Fox was the most beautiful thing in all of creation, the single most light Mingyu had ever seen.
"Never," he agreed softly, his heart in his eyes, in his smile, soft brown hair fanned out in a gold halo there in the sun streaming in through the bay windows. "Not for as long as you want me here, for as long as you want to stay with me."
He laced their fingers together where Fox had him pinned down.
"I never get tired of any part of you, Huli. I miss every little thing when you're gone."
Fox smiled so wide that it ached, unable to stop just gazing down at Mingyu like he was the only thing that existed in the universe. He really did look like an angel, like this, and Fox felt his cheeks warm. Had anyone ever claimed to miss him before?
“That’s a dangerous promise,” he teased, grin widening. “I’m never going to want to leave, at that rate.”
He leaned down, stealing a long, slow, lingering kiss, tugging gently at Mingyu’s bottom lip as he pulled back.
“But I like it that you miss me,” he whispered quietly, as if it was a secret. “I want you to miss me. If only so that you’ll kiss me all the more when I come back.” He leaned in, nose rubbing at Mingyu’s cheek, then as his ear as he pressed a kiss to his throat. “Just a little feral creature who keeps sneaking into heaven to steal a moment with his angel. Or two. Or ten. Or ten thousand.”
"Be kind to yourself, Huli," Mingyu chided warmly, sliding a knee along Fox's thigh in the absence of being able to touch with his hands. Soft, pleased noises escaped his lips between words, all but melting back against the mattress for those kisses.
"You're at least half domesticated by now. Housebroken and everything," he teased, nosing against Fox's face until he could kiss him properly again.
"...and besides. I don't need to miss you to want to do nothing but kiss your breath away."
Fox chuckled, the warmth spreading through him easily, squeezing Mingyu's hands between his own as he granted that desired kiss.
"Mm, maybe. But I do like that little edge of desperation when you haven't seen me in a few days," he teased quietly. He lowered himself down a little, just enough to brush his hips against Mingyu's, making all too clear what he had in mind instead of breakfast.
"Then again... I am finding more and more benefits to waking up in your bed all the time," he mused, ducking his head to kiss Mingyu's neck, lips parting to nip him gently with his teeth as he slowly rolled his hips down against him. "And it isn't as if I don't miss you, too... So maybe you'll be able to keep me safely trapped for a while..."
Groaning softly at that tease, Mingyu shifted his hips into Fox's own in answer, well on the same page from the time they set their breakfast aside.
"Only a while, huh...?" he murmured, wetting his lips to taste Fox on them as he turned his head to the side to offer his lover better access. "I bring you breakfast, I let you have your way with me morning and night... Just what am I going to have to do to keep you...?"
Eyelashes fluttering, the picture of innocence, Mingyu rolled his shoulder so that his shirt slipped off it, pushing back a little against where Fox's hands held him.
Fox chuckled, but released one of Mingyu's hands solely so that he'd have a free one to gently keep peeling back Mingyu's shirt from his chest.
"Leave a bowl of milk out on the porch?" He asked with a laugh, fingers trailing down Mingyu's chest as they wandered toward his waist. They paused at his waist band, though, and Fox raised his eyes to meet Mingyu's, wetting his lips as his heart thumped painfully in his chest. He had an answer, one that he had been carefully avoiding for months though he said it with every word, every action, every deed. Always implied but never declared.
He thought the words through for only a split second before they were spilling from his lips.
Not from lack of want or uncertainty, but from shock alone that Fox would be asking him that. It wasn't not even that surprising. They'd been together for some time now, have each been so radiantly happy that how well they fit together was impossible to ignore. It was a natural development of things, and yet it caught Mingyu off guard all the same.
Because he'd been swallowing down the truth of it himself, in denial, thinking surely not. Surely love wouldn't find him like this, so effortlessly, so picture perfect, reminding him of nothing so much as the aching tenderness his parents regarded each other with while they still lived.
By now he'd concluded it couldn't be anything less. Fox was the love of his life. But how could he say that to someone who was skittish about staying over for more than a few days in a row?
Now Fox was asking.
That meant he could finally say it.
"Huli," he whispered roughly, lifting his free hand to cup Fox's face, a faint tremor in his fingers as he traced them over Fox's cheek.
Fox's smile was usually easy and wide, never far from his lips and often half teasing. That was not the smile that was cautiously tracing across his face now, his eyes soft as they searched Mingyu's, as if looking for the lie. It held there, tentative and vulnerable for a few seconds, and then it grew, creasing at the edges of his eyes.
"Yeah," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Mingyu's wrist and then leaning down to ghost a kiss across his lips. "Me too. I love you too, Mingyu. I think I have from the moment I met you."
"I don't remember when it started for me," Mingyu murmured, wanting to make the same claim but not wanting Fox to think he was simply echoing what Fox said. So he dug deeper, wanting Fox to have and feel every ounce of his love. "Right near the beginning, I know that, but— ...It's hard to tell, exactly, when I don't remember being any other way anymore."
He paused, hesitating there on the edge of the precipice. It was stupid to hold back when Fox so clearly wasn't, so he took a deep breath and simply let himself speak what he felt.
"...I know it sounds naive, but I— Huli, I... You're... all there is for me," he voiced, hushed and half mumbled. "There was never anyone I looked twice at before you, and you're the only one— ...you're the only one who's never scared me. Who I've never... held back with. You just... came into my life and changed everything."
Fox beamed down at Mingyu as if he was the happiest person in the world, and - really - that was because in that moment he honestly felt like he was. He laughed, despite himself, the joy just too much to keep it from bubbling up, and he pressed a quick, clumsy kiss to Mingyu's lips as if sealing a promise.
"Don't look at anyone but me then, okay?" He asked, happily. "I don't want to look at anyone but you. And don't get sick of me, okay," he added, but he was laughing as if that sounded impossible, "I don't think my heart could bare it at this point." He leaned down, peppering kisses on Mingyu's throat.
"If I get annoying just shut me up with kisses, that's pretty effective--"
"All I've learned so far is you're the only person I've ever met who can hold a conversation mid-makeouts," Mingyu teased in return, laughing right back, the sound slowly growing less foreign in his own ears as Fox continued to make it a staple of his life. He'd had to start being careful on TV not to burst into bright, bubbly laughter remembering something Fox had said, something he'd done. It was the thing sure to get reporters to pry, to start asking what had changed in Gabriel Bai's life to bring about this kind of open joy.
"But don't worry, that's still a feature. I always want to hear you. See you. Be with you. My little fox," he went on warmly, full of love, so full of love and light he felt as though it surely escaped him at his every seam, every fissure, every superficial cut and crease.
"If I had to pick between the whole rest of the world and you, I'd pick you every time."
He flushed with pleasure, for once actually believing the words instead of doubting them. Later in the day he'd forget just how deep his trust ran in that moment, the usual insecurities and anxieties slipping back into his mind, but at the moment he trusted Mingyu completely and utterly.
"Ah, not good enough, Angel!" he said with a laugh, running a hand through Mingyu's hair to push the stray strands back off his forehead.
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't give you the whole world, huh?" He asked, teasing. "I want to give you everything. I want the entire planet to look beautiful to you, I want you to see just how beautiful everything is. How much more beautiful everything is, just because you're here."
"I love you," he said in a bit of a rush, as if he was worried someone would make him take the words back as soon as they were out of his mouth. But when the heavens didn't open and lightning didn't strike, he grinned and pressed his face into Mingyu's neck. "I love you so much."
There it was again. 'Angel'. People had been making angel analogies about him his whole life. From the time he was born, headlines read 'Bai Baby a True Cherub' and other cheesy stuff like that. He always thought it was groan-worthy at best, irritating and overdone at worst.
But like everything else, Fox's influence was transformative. Fox was his own kind of magic in that way. He called Mingyu 'Angel', and Mingyu felt it, down to his core. In it, he could feel the way Fox looked at him, feel how he loved him, feel the depth behind the surface joy of their budding love. And just like that, Mingyu smiled back, something in him long tucked away unfurling into full bloom.
"I love you too. I love you like I've never loved before. You gave me the whole world when you gave me you."
Fox grinned, his heart so full it felt like it might break, and he pressed his forehead to Mingyu's until his face was nothing but a blur and he spoke nearly right onto Mingyu's lips.
"I've only just started," he promised, a rush of emotion all at once. "You'll see. Every day, I'll make it even better."
He laughed again and then ducked his head to kiss Mingyu's ear, unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second.
"Would it break the mood to tell you that I am going to go nuts if I don't get your clothes off, soon?" He teased. "Because I could literally sit here all day and tell you that I love you, but I'd like to do it when you're moaning my name, too."
"What's stopping you?" Mingyu challenged, eyes brightening as his cheeks flushed. He was of the opinion that whispering sweet nothings to each other went very well with what Fox had set out to do pushing him down against the bed. He beamed, loosening a few more buttons on his shirt, half in invitation and half in taunt.
"You don't have to tell me for me to know," Mingyu pointed out, lazily tracing fingers over his own skin, watching Fox closely to see what he would do.
Fox laughed, eyes darting down to follow those taunting fingers. He flushed warmly at the request, a pulse of arousal spreading right through him.
“Heaven forbid I ever make you wait for anything,” he chuckled, raising his hand to grasp Mingyu’s jaw gently as he leaned down and took a long, deep, claiming kiss.
He didn’t even break it, just let his hand retreat south, blindly tracing a rune with his finger tip on Mingyu’s shirt, the buttons all popping open on their own a heartbeat later. He finally had to break the kiss to breath, nipping lightly at Mingyu’s lips and then twisting his head to nip a little more sharply at his earlobe, dragging it in between his teeth to suck on it as his fingers gripped into Mingyu’s waistband.
“I’m going to. I’m going to make love to you, Mingyu, and I am going to make sure it is absolutely impossible to forget it.” The button of the fly came loose, then the slow rip of a zipper. “I love everything about you, I just want to melt into you completely —“
Every pinch of Fox's teeth made Mingyu gasp, groaning out the syllables of Fox's name already halfway to prayer. Somehow, Fox had made an insatiable thing out of him from someone who never thought much of sex at all, and though Mingyu wasted some amount of effort trying to play down how badly here wanted Fox pretty much all the time, it never took much to pare him down into a needy, wanting creature, putty in Fox's hands.
Fox's cleverness with magic never failed to impress Mingyu, and when they were in bed was no exception. If anything, it delighted him all the more, marveling at the ease with which Fox conducted himself. Like this was the most natural thing in the world, like they were made to be together— It was stupid, sappy, and cliche, but Fox made all those things new again too, and being cliche didn't make them any less true.
"I already had to wait my whole life so far for you," Mingyu pointed out softly, lifting his hips off the bed to help Fox strip him, heart racing, arousal pooling hotly in the pit of his stomach down to his groin. "I'm owed a little impatience."
“In my defence, 20 years isn’t too long a time to wait,” he teased as he tugged Mingyu’s pants down off his hips, taking every layer with it. He leaned down to trace a line of kisses down Mingyu’s chest as he went, reverent and worshipful.
“But I suppose I can allow it,” he said with a grin as he had to sit back, maneuvering so that he could toss Mingyu’s clothes onto the floor before turning back and gazing down at his angel in human form. He brushed the unbuttoned shirt further open, until Mingyu lay essentially bare beneath him, and then he sighed happily.
“I don’t think I will ever get sick of this view,” he said, tracing his fingers over Mingyu’s skin. “I know the whole world tells you daily, but... You’re beautiful, Mingyu. You’re so beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at you, like staring into the sun.”
He gazed for another couple of seconds before grabbing the bottom of his own shirt and pulling it up over his head in one smooth, practiced motion and tossing it to join the pile on the floor. He stripped his pants down, already far too tight, and as soon as he was released from his constraints his cock bobbed upward, heavy and thick, already at the full mast he’d been waiting at for a while.
He grinned, leaning down to take another deep kiss, his fingers slipping between them to easily find Mingyu’s cock and give it a worshipful stroke.
“Good thing I am not at all afraid of being burned.”
"I only care about hearing it from you," Mingyu murmured in return, watching Fox strip every bit as appreciatively as his lover was watching him. Fox was handsome to be sure, but his beauty ran far deeper. To Mingyu, it was in everything. The way he moved, his solid build, how he smiled with his whole body and not just with his lips. The starscape of his freckles, the swooping curves of his tattoos. All of it was uniquely Fox, and Mingyu could not tell if the traits were what endeared him further to Fox, or if Fox was what made those into endearing traits.
Whatever the case, he was certain he'd never tire of this view either.
As Fox finished stripping, brought his arousal to plain view, Mingyu couldn't help but wet his lips in want and anticipation. Much like its owner, Mingyu found Fox's cock to be charming, well-built, and impossible to resist. Before he had a chance to reach out and give it the appreciation it deserved, however, Fox's fingers found Mingyu's cock instead and made him gasp aloud, biting down on his lip briefly to stifle the sound as he strained into the touch, at once desperate for more.
"Mm, I'm not the sun," he protested, trailing fingers down Fox's chest, over his abdomen, teasing just above his groin. "I'm yours, remember? You can't own the sun. But me, I'm all yours."
Palming over Fox's own erection at long last, Mingyu lets out a satisfied sigh at the familiar heat against his palm, stroking him nice and slow.
"—oh, did you pack any of our toys, Huli?" he stopped to ask as the thought occurred to him. He'd meant to ask last night, but Fox hadn't left him with breath enough to speak pretty much the whole time.
"I don't see why you can't be both," he teased, his voice a little lower, a little rougher, letting out a pleased sigh as Mingyu's fingers found his cock. "Mine and the sun. But fine, a star, at least."
He pauses when Mingyu does, and then gives him a bemused grin, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. "What, I'm not enough on my own anymore, huh?" He teased, but it was clear he was pleased. "I've made you that insatiable? Well, I guess lucky for you I did plan ahead. In fact I actually made a couple with new enchantments myself. I edited the control commands so I can set it to either pure thought or finger ta--" He topped mid sentence and then grinned sheepishly as he stole another kiss and then peeled away off the bed.
Mingyu laughed again, bright and happy and full of light. He couldn't help it. Every last thing about Fox only made him fall that much more in love, including and perhaps especially how passionate Fox got about things. There was a fire in him that had long gone out in Mingyu. Had Mingyu ever loved the way Fox did before Fox himself...? He used to find joy in his erhu lessons, liked cooking well enough, but—
It'd never come from anywhere as deep as where Fox seemed to feel all things. So Mingyu watched in quiet wonder as the light of his life got up to fetch their bag of toys, turning on his side, face half snuggled into a pillow to better watch Fox with.
He truly was the luckiest man alive.
"Have you been working on them in secret?" he mused, a playful pout upon his lips. "Why wasn't I invited for the testing?"
“Because they were a surprise for our special weekend,” he said, naked as the day he was born as he strode across the room and grabbed the bag. “Keep touching yourself, I’m only paused under duress.”
He brought it back to the bed and started pulling them out, each indivially wrapped before he took those off too.
Two dildos, a plug with a cute little tail on it, a few vibrators with cords, as well as a cock ring that almost looked like it was made of jade.
“The question is how cruel I should be,” he wondered aloud, picking up the cockring and then looking at Mingyu with a mischievous glint to his eye. “We do actually have places to be, today, but...”
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"Maybe I want to steal you," he whispered quietly, pressing his lips to Mingyu's ear, mouthing at the shell of it.
"Maybe I like the idea of defying fate to make you mine," he murmured, a little thrill running down the back of his neck as he answered the request. "But I'll take fate, too. I'll take anything that gives me an excuse to be with you."
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"You'd do that to have me?" Once Fox speaks it, Mingyu knew it to be true. It was a far more romantic thing to be something hard-won rather than heaven-granted. All this time, all the superficial love and adoration lain at his feet, no one ever cared enough to see him for who he was. With Fox—
He believed it. He believed it wholeheartedly. That he was something Fox would pursue.
"Promise me," he went on, voice tight and low. "Promise me you'll remember that. Promise me you'll do what it takes to have me, to chase me to the ends of the world if you have to."
Smiling, he took Fox's hand and pressed it over his heart.
"Be my Orpheus. Am I worth that much to you?"
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"I think I can do a damn sight better than Orpheus," he teased quietly. "He didn't even manage to get Eurydice back from Hades. I'd do it and then I'd go back and do it again just to prove it wasn't even hard."
His fingers solidified around Mingyu's hand and then he shifted, one knee sliding up before in one smooth motion he flipped Mingyu down onto the bed and rolled up on top of him, straddling his hips and grinning down at him.
He leaned down and stole a firmer kiss, threading their fingers together and pushing Mingyu's hands back into the sheets. When he broke it was just to pepper Mingyu's jaw with kisses instead.
"You're worth everything to me. I'd never have to search for you because no one is ever going to be able to take you from me."
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There was nothing more real. Fox was an artist and Mingyu was another creation, a blank slate brought to life by Fox's warmth, his vision.
Fox told him he was worth everything and Mingyu believed. In Fox's hands, he felt like something holy, but Fox was the beginning and the end to Mingyu's faith.
And whatever Fox thought, whatever he called Mingyu, whatever he felt in his heart he did or didn't deserve, from here on the bed looking up, Fox was the most beautiful thing in all of creation, the single most light Mingyu had ever seen.
"Never," he agreed softly, his heart in his eyes, in his smile, soft brown hair fanned out in a gold halo there in the sun streaming in through the bay windows. "Not for as long as you want me here, for as long as you want to stay with me."
He laced their fingers together where Fox had him pinned down.
"I never get tired of any part of you, Huli. I miss every little thing when you're gone."
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“That’s a dangerous promise,” he teased, grin widening. “I’m never going to want to leave, at that rate.”
He leaned down, stealing a long, slow, lingering kiss, tugging gently at Mingyu’s bottom lip as he pulled back.
“But I like it that you miss me,” he whispered quietly, as if it was a secret. “I want you to miss me. If only so that you’ll kiss me all the more when I come back.” He leaned in, nose rubbing at Mingyu’s cheek, then as his ear as he pressed a kiss to his throat. “Just a little feral creature who keeps sneaking into heaven to steal a moment with his angel. Or two. Or ten. Or ten thousand.”
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"You're at least half domesticated by now. Housebroken and everything," he teased, nosing against Fox's face until he could kiss him properly again.
"...and besides. I don't need to miss you to want to do nothing but kiss your breath away."
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"Mm, maybe. But I do like that little edge of desperation when you haven't seen me in a few days," he teased quietly. He lowered himself down a little, just enough to brush his hips against Mingyu's, making all too clear what he had in mind instead of breakfast.
"Then again... I am finding more and more benefits to waking up in your bed all the time," he mused, ducking his head to kiss Mingyu's neck, lips parting to nip him gently with his teeth as he slowly rolled his hips down against him. "And it isn't as if I don't miss you, too... So maybe you'll be able to keep me safely trapped for a while..."
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"Only a while, huh...?" he murmured, wetting his lips to taste Fox on them as he turned his head to the side to offer his lover better access. "I bring you breakfast, I let you have your way with me morning and night... Just what am I going to have to do to keep you...?"
Eyelashes fluttering, the picture of innocence, Mingyu rolled his shoulder so that his shirt slipped off it, pushing back a little against where Fox's hands held him.
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"Leave a bowl of milk out on the porch?" He asked with a laugh, fingers trailing down Mingyu's chest as they wandered toward his waist. They paused at his waist band, though, and Fox raised his eyes to meet Mingyu's, wetting his lips as his heart thumped painfully in his chest. He had an answer, one that he had been carefully avoiding for months though he said it with every word, every action, every deed. Always implied but never declared.
He thought the words through for only a split second before they were spilling from his lips.
"... or tell me that you love me."
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Not from lack of want or uncertainty, but from shock alone that Fox would be asking him that. It wasn't not even that surprising. They'd been together for some time now, have each been so radiantly happy that how well they fit together was impossible to ignore. It was a natural development of things, and yet it caught Mingyu off guard all the same.
Because he'd been swallowing down the truth of it himself, in denial, thinking surely not. Surely love wouldn't find him like this, so effortlessly, so picture perfect, reminding him of nothing so much as the aching tenderness his parents regarded each other with while they still lived.
By now he'd concluded it couldn't be anything less. Fox was the love of his life. But how could he say that to someone who was skittish about staying over for more than a few days in a row?
Now Fox was asking.
That meant he could finally say it.
"Huli," he whispered roughly, lifting his free hand to cup Fox's face, a faint tremor in his fingers as he traced them over Fox's cheek.
"I love you. I'm in love with you."
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"Yeah," he whispered, turning his head to kiss Mingyu's wrist and then leaning down to ghost a kiss across his lips. "Me too. I love you too, Mingyu. I think I have from the moment I met you."
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He paused, hesitating there on the edge of the precipice. It was stupid to hold back when Fox so clearly wasn't, so he took a deep breath and simply let himself speak what he felt.
"...I know it sounds naive, but I— Huli, I... You're... all there is for me," he voiced, hushed and half mumbled. "There was never anyone I looked twice at before you, and you're the only one— ...you're the only one who's never scared me. Who I've never... held back with. You just... came into my life and changed everything."
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"Don't look at anyone but me then, okay?" He asked, happily. "I don't want to look at anyone but you. And don't get sick of me, okay," he added, but he was laughing as if that sounded impossible, "I don't think my heart could bare it at this point." He leaned down, peppering kisses on Mingyu's throat.
"If I get annoying just shut me up with kisses, that's pretty effective--"
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"But don't worry, that's still a feature. I always want to hear you. See you. Be with you. My little fox," he went on warmly, full of love, so full of love and light he felt as though it surely escaped him at his every seam, every fissure, every superficial cut and crease.
"If I had to pick between the whole rest of the world and you, I'd pick you every time."
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"Ah, not good enough, Angel!" he said with a laugh, running a hand through Mingyu's hair to push the stray strands back off his forehead.
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't give you the whole world, huh?" He asked, teasing. "I want to give you everything. I want the entire planet to look beautiful to you, I want you to see just how beautiful everything is. How much more beautiful everything is, just because you're here."
"I love you," he said in a bit of a rush, as if he was worried someone would make him take the words back as soon as they were out of his mouth. But when the heavens didn't open and lightning didn't strike, he grinned and pressed his face into Mingyu's neck. "I love you so much."
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But like everything else, Fox's influence was transformative. Fox was his own kind of magic in that way. He called Mingyu 'Angel', and Mingyu felt it, down to his core. In it, he could feel the way Fox looked at him, feel how he loved him, feel the depth behind the surface joy of their budding love. And just like that, Mingyu smiled back, something in him long tucked away unfurling into full bloom.
"I love you too. I love you like I've never loved before. You gave me the whole world when you gave me you."
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"I've only just started," he promised, a rush of emotion all at once. "You'll see. Every day, I'll make it even better."
He laughed again and then ducked his head to kiss Mingyu's ear, unable to keep still for even a fraction of a second.
"Would it break the mood to tell you that I am going to go nuts if I don't get your clothes off, soon?" He teased. "Because I could literally sit here all day and tell you that I love you, but I'd like to do it when you're moaning my name, too."
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"You don't have to tell me for me to know," Mingyu pointed out, lazily tracing fingers over his own skin, watching Fox closely to see what he would do.
"Well...? Make love to me, Huli. I'm waiting."
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“Heaven forbid I ever make you wait for anything,” he chuckled, raising his hand to grasp Mingyu’s jaw gently as he leaned down and took a long, deep, claiming kiss.
He didn’t even break it, just let his hand retreat south, blindly tracing a rune with his finger tip on Mingyu’s shirt, the buttons all popping open on their own a heartbeat later. He finally had to break the kiss to breath, nipping lightly at Mingyu’s lips and then twisting his head to nip a little more sharply at his earlobe, dragging it in between his teeth to suck on it as his fingers gripped into Mingyu’s waistband.
“I’m going to. I’m going to make love to you, Mingyu, and I am going to make sure it is absolutely impossible to forget it.” The button of the fly came loose, then the slow rip of a zipper. “I love everything about you, I just want to melt into you completely —“
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Fox's cleverness with magic never failed to impress Mingyu, and when they were in bed was no exception. If anything, it delighted him all the more, marveling at the ease with which Fox conducted himself. Like this was the most natural thing in the world, like they were made to be together— It was stupid, sappy, and cliche, but Fox made all those things new again too, and being cliche didn't make them any less true.
"I already had to wait my whole life so far for you," Mingyu pointed out softly, lifting his hips off the bed to help Fox strip him, heart racing, arousal pooling hotly in the pit of his stomach down to his groin. "I'm owed a little impatience."
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“But I suppose I can allow it,” he said with a grin as he had to sit back, maneuvering so that he could toss Mingyu’s clothes onto the floor before turning back and gazing down at his angel in human form. He brushed the unbuttoned shirt further open, until Mingyu lay essentially bare beneath him, and then he sighed happily.
“I don’t think I will ever get sick of this view,” he said, tracing his fingers over Mingyu’s skin. “I know the whole world tells you daily, but... You’re beautiful, Mingyu. You’re so beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at you, like staring into the sun.”
He gazed for another couple of seconds before grabbing the bottom of his own shirt and pulling it up over his head in one smooth, practiced motion and tossing it to join the pile on the floor. He stripped his pants down, already far too tight, and as soon as he was released from his constraints his cock bobbed upward, heavy and thick, already at the full mast he’d been waiting at for a while.
He grinned, leaning down to take another deep kiss, his fingers slipping between them to easily find Mingyu’s cock and give it a worshipful stroke.
“Good thing I am not at all afraid of being burned.”
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Whatever the case, he was certain he'd never tire of this view either.
As Fox finished stripping, brought his arousal to plain view, Mingyu couldn't help but wet his lips in want and anticipation. Much like its owner, Mingyu found Fox's cock to be charming, well-built, and impossible to resist. Before he had a chance to reach out and give it the appreciation it deserved, however, Fox's fingers found Mingyu's cock instead and made him gasp aloud, biting down on his lip briefly to stifle the sound as he strained into the touch, at once desperate for more.
"Mm, I'm not the sun," he protested, trailing fingers down Fox's chest, over his abdomen, teasing just above his groin. "I'm yours, remember? You can't own the sun. But me, I'm all yours."
Palming over Fox's own erection at long last, Mingyu lets out a satisfied sigh at the familiar heat against his palm, stroking him nice and slow.
"—oh, did you pack any of our toys, Huli?" he stopped to ask as the thought occurred to him. He'd meant to ask last night, but Fox hadn't left him with breath enough to speak pretty much the whole time.
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He pauses when Mingyu does, and then gives him a bemused grin, leaning down to steal a quick kiss. "What, I'm not enough on my own anymore, huh?" He teased, but it was clear he was pleased. "I've made you that insatiable? Well, I guess lucky for you I did plan ahead. In fact I actually made a couple with new enchantments myself. I edited the control commands so I can set it to either pure thought or finger ta--" He topped mid sentence and then grinned sheepishly as he stole another kiss and then peeled away off the bed.
"Sorry, sorry. Demonstration first, description after."
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It'd never come from anywhere as deep as where Fox seemed to feel all things. So Mingyu watched in quiet wonder as the light of his life got up to fetch their bag of toys, turning on his side, face half snuggled into a pillow to better watch Fox with.
He truly was the luckiest man alive.
"Have you been working on them in secret?" he mused, a playful pout upon his lips. "Why wasn't I invited for the testing?"
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He brought it back to the bed and started pulling them out, each indivially wrapped before he took those off too.
Two dildos, a plug with a cute little tail on it, a few vibrators with cords, as well as a cock ring that almost looked like it was made of jade.
“The question is how cruel I should be,” he wondered aloud, picking up the cockring and then looking at Mingyu with a mischievous glint to his eye. “We do actually have places to be, today, but...”
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