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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.

1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]

2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.

3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]

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As if! I only share the best, you know!

[He's half amused, half affronted at the implication he would drug a guest, of all things. To make a point, he dips his head back to take in his fully filled cup in one go, an elbow on his knee once he's done.]

See? Perfectly normal. Now get over here before I finish the rest of it myself.

[ He laughs again and sits down opposite Shi Qingxuan. ]

Even if you did, I'd probably drink it. Not like there isn't weird stuff in most of the food here, right?

[ Xue Yang reaches out to take a cup for himself. ]

Right? Might as well starve to death if we're going to sniff at everything around here.

[He picks up the bottle like it weighs nothing, tilting it neck down to pour from a height into the young man's cup with the flourish of a seasoned bartender, or just a very functional alcoholic.]

Beside, it couldn't be that bad, could it?

Pretty sure there's a few people around who wouldn't be sad to see me poisoned. Worst that would happen otherwise is probably some bad sex.

[ But with that, he takes a long sip out of the cup. He drinks like someone who's had alcohol before, but doesn't drink very often, and Xue Yang has to pause when he's done. ]

Huh, that tastes better than I was expecting.

[ He holds out the cup again for a refill. ]

Whoa, you're a bad boy, aren't you? And you've been around! You can't throw that morsel out without sharing all the sordid details, you know.

[His cup is already drained, even if he looks no more inebriated than how he started--for now. Shi Qingxuan has little use for food, as much as he enjoys a good feast, but he's given a priority to squirreling away as much of the drinks as possible. This time, he fills the young man's cup to the brim, the top rippling precariously with every small movement.]

Doesn't it? Let it be known I'm a good host; only the best for my guests!

I'll have to take shelter from the rain here more often.

[ And it's only thanks to cultivator precision that Xue Yang manages to get the cup to his lips without spilling it. He won't be able to pull that off once he's so much as tipsy, but they've only just started. ]

"Sordid details", huh? One of the guys around here, I destroyed his eyes. Made a powder that dissolved them completely. Another guy took his own eyes out to replace them. Pretty sure those two aren't too fond of me.

[ Except for the one who is, though he has no idea about that. ]

Sheltering from the rain is something you should do all the time, regardless. [He's only half listening, though, and half missing his sweet rice wine. He's not quite sure what he's stashed away from the banquet, yet, but it's not helping with the budding homesickness.

He chokes on the last of the wine just as his guest's boasting comes to an end--or perhaps he's just started, spraying a mouthful with no amount of elegance as he coughs out a laugh.]

Hah! Sure you did! You're not modest in the least, are you? Then you beat up a hundred guys right after, right?

Almost. I beat them up before that, and killed them too. If I blinded him first then he wouldn't have had the chance to see all their dead bodies, so I did it second. I wanted to make sure he knew.

[ It was cruel, and it was calculated. Xue Yang doesn't hide either of these facts.

He holds out his cup in a request for more alcohol. ]

Enough detail, or do you still want more?

[Now he knows this young man is pulling his leg, but it's the storytelling is the closest thing to entertainment he can get around here. Now, if only it were on stage. Shi Qingxuan complies before filling his own cup next, the warmth of the wine settling into his bones nicely.]

You sure make my own life sound dull!

[ Xue Yang takes a slower sip this time, feeling the buzz starting up himself. ]

What can I say? Life is more fun when you do what you want. Everyone's always got these stupid ideas of what you're "supposed" to do, but fuck that. [ He knocks back the rest of his cup and pauses there to enjoy the warm sensation for a moment. ] It's not like they listen to each other either. They just dress it up with pretty bullshit.

Aren't you the little philosopher.

[He's not 100% sober or sober enough at this point to figure out whether his guest is speaking from personal experience or not, or if he's merely being hypothetical.] You're starting to sound like my big brother, ahahaha!

Yeah? Then your brother must be a fun guy.

[ Xue Yang shifts a little to rest his head on his arm as the alcohol starts settling in fast, and he pauses. ]

So did you invite me just to drink, or did you also want to fuck? Because if you want to fuck, we should do it before I get too drunk if you want me to do any of the work.

[ But if the plan was to get him wasted and fuck him while he lies there, Xue Yang doesn't actually object to that either. ]

My brother is terrifying!

[And no amount of missing him will override the fact that Shi Qingxuan is having an inappropriate amount of fun away from his watchful eye. The impropriety in question heightened by having a complete stranger who may not be completely honest with him right in his home. He can't deny the excitement, however.

He does choke on the last of his wine, wiping it off his lips indelicately as he sputters for breath. It's the opposite of a come-hither approach, but Shi Qingxuan is equal parts lonely and intrigued.]

Sure. Show me how well you can kiss, first.

Lots of people are terrified of me too, so that sounds right.

[ Xue Yang is not known for his ability to seduce. In fact, his ability to seduce beyond any direct action is basically zero.

He's at least kissed before, even if it's only been a couple times. He puts his cup down and moves in closer to Shi Qingxuan. Then his pressing lips to his, Xue Yang's mouth immediately open so he can give a slow lick to where Shi Qingxuan's lips are together. His motions are slightly sloppy with drink, though not overly so. ]

[Shi Qingxuan's hands go up instinctively to cup his guest's face with the grace of someone who's been often inebriated, in the company of adventurous others, or both. Their lips are sticky with wine, and he feels the prodding against the seam of his mouth. A beat later, only when he's steadied Xue Yang, he parts his lips to let him in.

His knee echoes the motion, spreading the young man's legs before half pulling him into his lap with the hand that's wandered away from his face. It strays from his waist, up to his sleeve, the nape of his neck, angling his head so to deepen the kiss.]

[ Xue Yang lets himself be pulled in. Drunk like this he doesn't put up any fight for control, instead settling in easily and giving a roll of his hips against Shi Qingxuan. He tips his head in response to the touch and puts his own hand to the base of Shi Qingxuan's head, not to direct but to hold him there and keep the kiss from being broken. Xue Yang pushes his tongue into his mouth and starts to explore there, running along lips and teeth, brushing against Shi Qingxuan's tongue. He's not an experienced kisser by any means but he has some idea of how it works and what's supposed to be good even if he's had almost no practice. ]

[If anything, the other man doesn't flinch, chasing the bold tongue to suck the last of the wine off it. Shi Qingxuan only pulls back, lips reddened and damp, to tug at the hem of his robes, reclining as much as the wooden beam at his back allows him to.]

What can we strike off your list, pretty boy?

[If he's going to tumble with someone to stave off boredom, he might as well be productive about it. And chasing pleasure is the only acceptable form of productivity as far as Shi Qingxuan is involved.]

List--? Ah, right.

[ He's aroused and drunk enough that it took him a moment. He spends a moment trying to remember what's on his list, before giving up and going for his device to pull up his card. ]

I don't know, there's like a bunch of things. Not even sure what some of them--Do you like knives?

No, I don't. Not when you're drunk. [Never mind Shi Qingxuan isn't exactly sober himself. He figures he wouldn't like knives even then. He props a chin on the young man's shoulder, his eyes skimming what's on display. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, occasionally, lips rounding, scandalized, until a small smile grace his lips.]

I can totally jerk you off, if you're game, that is.

I can handle knives just fine even when I'm drunk.

[ Thank you very much! ]

... Is that what fisting means? [ Oh, wait. ] Or is that for masturbation?

But yeah, I'm game. You want me to return the favor? [ Said as he starts to shift to make it easier to get the relevant clothes out of the way. ]

Oh boy. Fisting has nothing to with dicks and everything to do with, you know, putting your fist places.

[the mere image leaves Shi Qingxuan's blood running cold, but not cold enough to dispel him from the pleasant haze of having another body so close to him. He doesn't make a move to reach down, at first, his hand firmly on Xue Yang's waist before he pulls him down so that his mouth aligns with the taut line of his neck. While he trusts guest to take care of getting the pants out of the way, Shi Qingxuan is hardly shy when he slides the outer and inner robes off, teeth scraping a faint line down his exposed collarbone and chest.]

I don't know [he nudges a knee between Xue Yang's legs] Do you want to?

Edited 2020-06-27 18:31 (UTC)

... Does that fit? [ Xue Yang clenches his fist and looks at it contemplatively for a few seconds.

But then he lets himself get distracted from the thought by what's actually happening, giving a pleased murmur at the teeth on his skin. He shifts his pants off, then spreads his legs when guided to. ]

Yeah. Why not? It feels good, right?

[ And it's not like he has any moral objections to it. That's for people with morals. ]

So what's on your list?

[A scandalized giggle is all he gets at the question. It's not as if Shi Qingxuan has ever gotten close to doing anything as risque as that, and not for the lack of trying. It's just too much work.]

Ah... Teasing, biting. Cages, for some reason. [He starts to list what his memory can conjure at such short notice, flicking the card to life when it proves to be too much effort. When his hand slides down, his grip is not unlike that on a rice wine bottle, the heel of his palm cradling the base of Xue Yang's hardness while his middle finger pads the soft, sensitive skin of his perineum.]

You wanna do one of those? [ He shifts his hips and presses down into that touch. ] I'll do pretty much anything. I don't know what all the stuff on my list is, but if you tell me what you want, I'll do it.

[ Then he leans in to place somewhat sloppy kisses on Shi Qingxuan's neck, half because he's drunk, and half because he doesn't care to focus enough to not act like he's drunk. ]

He likes the weight in his hand. He likes how it fills out in his grip and he likes not having to answer to common sense. Shi Qingxuan giggles at the feather kisses, the saliva cooling rapidly on his skin, the ticklish hair of the young man's fringe on his chin. He shrugs out of his under robes the best he could without disturbing the grip on Xue Yang.]

Sure. You could leave bites and bruises. Show me what your mouth can do.

[His fingers wrap around in earnest, a thumb moving in circular motion along the head, digging its pad into its slit before rotating down once more.]

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