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"You're unbearable—ahh!" Huaisang digs his fingers into Mingjue's back and shudders, his breath coming out in shaky little pants as Mingjue sucks a bruise into the delicate skin beneath his jaw. "We agreed no marks!"
With the benefit of hindsight, Huaisang realises he should have suspected shenanigans when Mingjue suggested no marks in the first place. Making out normally doesn't leave a mark, not even when it's as enthusiastic as they get.
Mingjue raises his head and grins wolfishly. His mouth is kiss-reddened and Huaisang wants it back on him immediately.
"Flawless skin tone matching with colour correction that hides any blemish," Mingjue recites, sing-song and taunting.
Huaisang squawks in outrage. "How dare you use my own lines against me?" he hisses.
"If the product you sell doesn't work as well as it's meant to, that's not my problem."
"Fuck you," Huaisang retorts, and yanks him back in for another kiss. If Mingjue's going to play dirty, he sees no reason to keep to their agreement either. He bites down on Mingjue's lower lip—not hard enough to split the skin, obviously; he's not a complete monster—and rocks his hips forward, rubbing his half-hard dick against Mingjue's muscular thigh. Now he's finally getting some friction, he's unable to hold back the moan that rises unbidden. In response, Mingjue lets out a wanting whine into his mouth, and Huaisang has just enough time to feel a rush of triumph before he's being pressed into the nearest wall, hard.
Mingjue is so much taller than he is, is the thing. He's tall and he's strong and he can move Huaisang around like he weighs next to nothing, and it's disgustingly sexy.
They haven't fucked yet but they will—Huaisang feels the inevitability coiling in the pit of his belly, sending throbbing tendrils of heat through his body. He wants it so bad and he knows Mingjue does, too. He sees the way Mingjue looks at him when he thinks Huaisang isn't watching. His gaze is as hungry as Huaisang feels.
Huaisang hooks his leg around Mingjue's hip and arches prettily into him, and Mingjue responds with a wet slide of tongue and a frantic shove of his own hips, his erection obvious against Huaisang's belly.
Huaisang has always been very good at getting what he wants.