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Joker could feel Hu Xia’s breath against his neck, the latter too close to him from where they were meant to stand, and he tried his best to ignore the warm feeling as he continued to do the movements in the choreography. Hu Xia kept his smile to himself, hidden behind Joker’s back and from the view of the cameras, a silent expression of satisfaction tipping at his eyes.
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They were staring at each other as they were shouting the words, “I’m the only one left with you,” and a smile displayed on their faces, clearly lost in the feeling of the stage too much to realise that they kept singing their lines to each other. Lines of life and lovers.
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The rock song was like an excuse for them to watch each other, sing to each other, and share with each other a public affection that they knew they were not to do. They acted too much, Hu Xia’s hands sometimes holding Joker’s chin for too long, or Joker simply keeping his expression of a little too much on Hu Xia, lips curled in smile, eyes glimmering with emotion and face scrunched with too.
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Joker pinned Hu Xia against the wall, his left-hand tangling fingers in his hair as he kept the younger’s attention on him. Hu Xia’s shirt had the first few buttons unbuttoned, the black fabric with strings of tear lacing at its hem. Zhiqian was no better, his chains taken off along with his sanity, and his lips brushed gently over Hu Xia’s face. “Handsome,” he whispered, breath brushing along Hu Xia’s neck as he poked his finger under his chin. “Just handsome.”
Hu Xia’s breathing was short then long, the airy sounds at minimum.
“Zhi-”
A kiss covered his lips from finishing his sentence, the feeling overwhelming him as he paused his thinking, only letting his hands paw at the elder’s chest. “Glasses,” he heard, and he took them off, their noses bumping as they pulled each other back into a kiss. Their lips broke and touched, continuous in a routine, experience tingling at each sensation. Hu Xia’s breath hitched when he felt the elder caress his neck where he pulled him closer, their bodies pressed against each other with a closeness that neither had anticipated. “Hu Xia, Hu Xia,” tutted Joker, his tongue clicking being felt as vibrations inside Hu Xia’s mouth, his lips shivering from the feeling. “You naughty boy.”
Hu Xia was silent excluding his panted breaths, hands gripping at Joker’s shoulders as he was pushed harder against the wall, their bodies pressed together tightly. He could feel the elder’s tongue poke at his lips, his mouth opening from the feeling, and the sensation of the kiss reached greater heights. Joker kept his body weighing on Hu Xia’s, his mouth pressing harder against his as their lips worked like clasps – unjoining and joining – with his tongue connecting their kiss together, tastes flavourful with excitement. A hand crept to Hu Xia’s back, his waist held tight as Joker used his hand to hold Hu Xia still, and he could feel the other hand skilfully unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
He let the fingers roam over his skin, the burning warmth of the touch scarring him with a lustful feeling, and he let his own hands reach to undo the remaining clutches of Joker’s shirt. Joker’s hand stopped him, pushing their interlocked grip to where Hu Xia’s chest was – uncovered and bare. “Later,” came a murmur, Joker’s lips pushed against Hu Xia’s while his tongue articulated words in his mouth, the clicks sensational with each syllable. Their kiss was adjourned, Joker pulling back where the chain of saliva between them was broken, and he gave no spare seconds as he let himself attack the exposed area of Hu Xia’s neck.
The sound of a groan escaped Hu Xia’s lips, Joker letting his teeth graze and bite on the warm skin with a will of its own. He could feel a hand grapple in his hair as he let himself suck a spot of the neck, close to the collarbone where his collar just pricked at, the fabric faint against Joker’s cheek. He pressed a kiss at the forming bruise, the mark fresh with a red tinge that satisfied his will. The fingers roaming in his hair were frantic, tugging at each strand as if it cost his life. Joker continued a trail of light kisses along Hu Xia’s chest, leading downwards to his abdomen with a flurry of airy touches, and his right-hand interlocked fingers with Hu Xia’s left as he lifted their hands together up to Hu Xia’s lips, touching his mouth slightly with a cautious manner.
He pressed his chin against Hu Xia’s right shoulder, his face turning to the right in the slightest as he captured the gesture of Hu Xia huffing against their interlocked fingers. His expression was a trigger to Joker’s instincts, Joker leaning against Hu Xia’s neck as he nuzzled into the warm habitat, his lips tracing along the grooves of Hu Xia’s skin with a cold shiver. His hand crept along the naked abdomen of Hu Xia’s body, gradually making its way up and his fingers pressing knuckle length deep at each crevice he could feel.
The slight buzzing of a digital reminder played atop of their private session, Joker’s mouth against Hu Xia’s neck vibrating with a playful tone as he chuckled. Hu Xia let out his own laugh, right arm falling on to Joker’s nape as he stuck his tongue out to his lips. “We have five minutes left of break time,” Hu Xia mumbled, the sound barely above a few decibels. “Now or later?”
Joker pushed his body upwards, left arm wrapping around Hu Xia’s waist as he pressed a kiss against his jaw.
“What do you think we should do?”
Hu Xia looked as if he was considering the options, before responding with, “how fast could we get it done?”
The beeping digital clock seemed to disagree with his statement, yet Joker seemed that it would be a good theory to try and prove.
“Wanna test it out now?”