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This was it, Shang Qinghua decided. This is how he finally meets his end. He'd been on edge all day, what with the tensions of nearby demon tribes deciding to test the borders of Mobei-jun's territory and all. It hadn't gone well for them of course, but it was still stressful - and Mobei-jun had just burst into Qinghua's office and nearly broke the doors off the hinges as he slammed it behind him. He had a look of utter murder in his face, and though he looked beautifully striking as always, Qinghua was certain that he wouldn't survive the encounter this time.
"My king…" he began, shifting to get to his feet, but Mobei was to him in an instant, a foot hooking under Qinghua's low table and flipping it to the side. Qinghua gave a small sound of dismay despite himself - his life was on the line, but now the ink was staining and those were important documents too! - before he found himself being swept up, Mobei's elegant, fierce hands seizing him by the shoulders and lifting him off the ground. Within a breath, Qinghua felt his back slam against the wall behind him, and Mobei's mouth was crushing his.
Wait… what?
Mobei gave a deep growl into the kiss as he pressed him against the wall, his hands still crushing the Peak Lord's shoulders so hard Qinghua was sure he was going to leave an indent. He scrambled for purchase, not entirely sure what to do and not having terribly much spare brain power while his feet dangled off the ground and Mobei was kissing him like he wanted to devour him. After some flailing he found some purchase resting his shins against Mobei's legs- the demon obviously saw this as reinforcement and crushed him further against the wall with a satisfied hum.
Qinghua's head was swimming, but honestly it was too much like a dream to let go. Despite the pinch in his shoulder and the rock in his back, Mobei was pressed just so against him… the delight of his position was quickly washing away the terror to make way for a new type of adrenaline. So he slowly let his arms slide over his king's shoulders, trying to keep up with him as he kissed him back. Mobei very much maintained control, and Qinghua was far too pleased to object.
Finally Mobei stopped, instant as he started, though he slid his hands to hold Qinghua more easily against the wall, huffing for breath. Qinghua felt like he was going to pass out from delight and deferred terror, but he managed to whimper out. "M,my King?"
"Hm," Mobei responded with his usual eloquence. He pressed forward again and Qinghua made a surprised sound as the demon grazed his lips over Qinghua's jaw. "I wish to be distracted. Distract me, Qinghua."
Any control left Qinghua with his shaky breath, tilting his head back and wrapping his legs around Mobei's waist. "Yes, my King."