2 Works by MerakiDrop
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They know they aren’t capable of feeling warmth, but they could get drunk, so drunk, and had heard humans claim feeling warm whenever one of them had too many drinks, so they would pretend and play along.
“Help, Guanheng, I’m burning”, and it was a good excuse for Guanheng to touch him with a valid reason, forehead to forehead, nuzzling at his neck to get some of that exquisite smell of his. In some instances, they would laugh accidentally brushing their lips, chill breath mixing with the odor of gin or whatever liquor they were drowning in.
Seventeen bottles. Kun would kill them.
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First thing that stands out is his hair: short platinum, styled on a high wave showing his forehead; he has very distinctive features, angular and sharp, with a pair of gunmetal eyes that make his breath stutter. On his right cheekbone a tiny black star catches his eye, probably drawn with eyeliner, a silver skull dangles from his left earring, while the right one is something like a chain. High cheekbones sparkling, delicate lips colored a light shade of garnet.
Xiaojun looks out of this world yet too naughty for heaven; Guanheng would go to hell without second thoughts if Xiaojun asks him to.
He is so hooked to his pretty face that he almost overlooks the fact that Xiaojun is wearing a skirt.
Alternatively,
Xiaojun wears a skirt and Guanheng fucking loves it.