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You liked the one from last time, correct? I'll select one that's similar.

yes, it was fascinating

Then I will be there soon.

[ Should he perhaps be a little more suspicious when he doesn't know Nie Huaisang's moonblessing? Probably! But he doesn't think about that, despite his monthly preoccupation with his own.

Instead he soon shows up outside Nie Huaisang's door, movie in hand, none the wiser about what's waiting for him inside. ]

[Huaisang has had a few days to adjust to the effects of cordis, and that's been enough time for him to decide that wearing formal robes during cordis simply wasn't going to happen. He'd struggled to shop while under the effects of the cordis moon, but necessity had led him to a tasteful little blouse and trousers option, with a gap in the back to let out his tail. His ears and tail are both silver fox ears, tipped with white, and he's radiating alluring pheromones.

Energetic and affectionate by nature, the intensity of his desire to cuddle during cordis is almost overwhelming, which had led to reaching out to a cuddle partner. Perhaps a partner for... more. They'd have to see. Opening the door, Huaisang immediately launches himself at Shang Qinghua, greeting him with a hug.] Shang-xiong!

M-Master Nie--!

[ Shang Qinghua isn't ready for the man's weight against him suddenly, and he stumbles back a little and attempts to brace himself a little. He notices those ears first, and the request for cuddling suddenly makes a lot more sense.

He knows from Shen Qingqiu that cordis moonblessed, by their nature, burn through chroma much faster than others. One getting low on their chroma might certainly ask for another to come cuddle with them... though he's surprised that Nie Huaisang of all people would be getting low enough for that. Maybe he was using it up cultivating?

Without entirely meaning to, he starts to pat Nie Huaisang's back in return. ]

Ah... hello.

[Huaisang is grateful for his presence, making an array of sweet little chirps and purring noises as he nuzzles at Shang Qinghua's throat.

Taking his hand, Huaisang draws him inside, leading him to the couch where wine and glasses are already waiting. He takes the movie from him, putting it in the player and starting it, even though that's not really where his interest lies.

He returns immediately to his friend, settling into his lap and hugging both arms around his neck, cuddling close.] Mm, Shang-xiong. You're warm.

You're--ah. You're very forward today, Master Nie...

[ And yet, Shang Qinghua is not as uncomfortable with it as he expected to be? He really wasn't expecting today to involve someone sitting on his lap, but something about it is making it feel less awkward than he would have thought it would. Maybe it's the moonlacing, or maybe he actually feels closer to Nie Huaisang than he thought he did? Or maybe it's like Cucumber Bro's cordis pheromones, where they're helping him relax.

All that is to say... he really doesn't mind this? He really doesn't mind this! ]

Is your chroma perhaps running low?

[ He wraps his arms around Nie Huaisang's waist. If it's indeed an issue of needing more chroma, this will help more, won't it? ]

Chroma is okay. [He nuzzles at Shang Qinghua, making a few more soft, happy sounds.] Moonblessing is ... difficult. It makes me hungry and lonely. Being alone hurts. Thank you for coming.

[Huaisang's tail lashes with happy, restless energy as he cuddles against his friend, and he presses a couple of sweet kisses to the edge of Shang Qinghua's jaw.] You're a good friend, Shang-xiong.

Ah... I understand. My moonblessing can be a struggle in its own way. [ "A struggle" is putting it mildly! Very mildly! ] Should I have brought food as well?

[ Nie Huaisang leaning against him is starting to make him feel warmer than normal, and it doesn't even register that as he wrote for cultivators in his novel, this much shouldn't be enough to get through his temperature resistance. ]

I have food, but thank you. Are you hungry? I have... mostly cake. Lots of cake.

[He's talking faster than he had before, and in shorter sentences. His moonblessing makes him much more hyperactive.

Since Qinghua doesn't seem to mind the cuddling, Huaisang toys idly with his lapels, wondering if there's any chance he can convince his friend that clothing is inessential.

Settled sideways on Qinghua's lap, Huaisang hooks one bare foot behind Qinghua's calf, rubbing the top of his foot idly against the fabric.] What is your moonblessing like?

It's--

[ His face flushes a bright red before he can stop it, and he finds he has to turn away. ]

It's not unlike hell. Please don't ask any more about it.

[ Unfortunately... now he's thinking about it! And thinking about it, with this person pressed up against him, sitting in his lap, and--playing with his clothes?! Rubbing his leg?! It means there are certain bodily responses that not even a cultivator can stop! It means that a certain part of him is starting to stand at attention, and he can't coax it down on the spot! ]

I--I'm sorry. This is-- [ He's suddenly aware of just how warm he feels, just how closely Nie Huaisang is pressed against him. There's an edge of apologetic desperation in his voice. ] --I don't mean to be inappropriate...

[ But this is very, very inappropriate, isn't it?! Especially when they're both men! ]

My sympathies. [Huaisang will not ask any more about it, though of course he is curious, given what he's learned about moonblessings so far.

He notices when there's a stirring beneath him, and he's delighted by it, even if it is just a purely physical response.]

I don't mind.

[He's eager, really. Smile warm and playful, he kisses Qinghua's cheek again, staying where he is on his lap. His hands slide up to Qinghua's shoulders, starting to massage at the muscles there in order to keep him relaxed and interested.]

Ah. Alright. A-alright.

[ The two of them can just sit here like this, and ignore the fact that Shang Qinghua is pressing a boner into Nie Huaisang. This isn't the first time he's done something like that. This isn't the first time he's been kissed either; it's just something people do here for chroma. (It's not helping with reducing his erection, but that doesn't need to have any more attention brought to it!) The touches are also rather inviting, and would indeed be relaxing... if they weren't also not helping with his erection. Why can't he just treat touch casually?!

Instead he turns his focus back to the movie in an attempt to get himself under control. And yet the kisses don't stop, so after a moment he turns slightly towards Nie Huaisang. ]

Master Nie, ah, the movie...

[ He's not going to be too insistent on it, since the invitation was for cuddling, not the movie, but... it's a pretty good movie? Watch it, you might enjoy it! ]

I might have to watch it later. [He hasn't even glanced at the screen since it started.] It's hard for me to focus on anything during cordis.

[Aside from his desires for food and moonlacing.

Qinghua isn't discouraging his kisses, aside from trying to return his focus to the movie, and he also isn't moving Huaisang off his lap. That gives Huaisang hope that perhaps he might like... more.

He keens a little, licking at his lips. His own cock is hardening with need, but he ignores that.]

Would you like me to suck your cock?

I... Beg pardon?!

[ Well now he's certainly not paying attention to the movie either!

He jerks back slightly and gives a shocked stare, though he makes no move to get Nie Huaisang out of his lap. ]

I'm sorry, I think--I--no, it's--ah--sorry, I--

[ As he tries to stammer through a proper sentence, his face gets redder and redder, until finally he has to turn away again. ]

I'm not... into men.

[ But he sounds uncertain of it, and he can't disguise the way his cock is, in fact, getting stiffer. ]

[Huaisang isn't offended. He just blinks a bit, putting his own hands in his lap in order to alarm Qinghua as little as possible.]

All right.

[He bites down on his lower lip, disappointed and hoping that the rejection won't go any further. He offers no apology, since he doesn't think there's anything to apologize for. He made an offer and Qinghua isn't interested. Huaisang really doesn't think that gender is all that relevant when it comes to receiving blowjobs, but if Qinghua doesn't find him attractive he's not going to pursue it further.] Is it okay if we keep cuddling?

Yes--ah--yes, that's fine. You, ah. You asked me to come over for cuddling. That much is fine.

[ But a crisis of sexuality? Not what he had planned for today!

... Wait, why is he considering it a crisis when he already turned Nie Huaisang down? That's it! It's over! No crisis about it!

But it feels like there's somehow some tension between them now, so Shang Qinghua uses the arms he already has wrapped around Nie Huaisang to give him a gentle pull closer. Cuddles are fine. Cuddles are within his comfort zone. ]

Okay.

[Huaisang smiles, glad that he hasn't upset Qinghua, and nestles his head on Qinghua's shoulder. It doesn't quite make sense to him that his friend is erect despite Huaisang being a man but doesn't want it handled because Huaisang is a man, but he does understand the bias against cut-sleeves when it comes to worlds like theirs.

On this matter, Huaisang knew himself and his tendencies from a very young age. He got crushes often and easily even as a very young child, and his heart had never distinguished much between male and female. There were certain traits he especially liked, but he couldn't understand not being attracted to beautiful or charismatic people. Loyalty in a great epic romance absolutely made sense, but even then you'd still notice that people were beautiful.

In any case, what matters is that his friend is not displeased or uncomfortable and he's still willing to give cuddles. That's enough for Huaisang.

He rests his hand over Qinghua's heart, fingertips idly tracing the edge of his lapels.]

[ Meanwhile, Shang Qinghua settles in to watch the rest of the movie. And for a little while, it goes well enough.

But his erection isn't going down, which... feels like it's supposed to happen by now? Nothing is actively encouraging it, he thinks! Even if Nie Huaisang is pressed against him, he's still just sitting there, and not doing anything like he was before, like... kissing--

He realizes his lips are on Huaisang's neck a moment later, and he quickly moves his head back. ]

Sorry--! Ah, sorry... I don't know what came over me.

[ And yet, as much as he wants to tear his eyes away and focus back on the TV, it's as if his gaze can't leave that exposed skin.

He is straight...

... Right? ]

[Surprised by the brush of lips, Huaisang glances over. A smile blossoms on his lips, widening as he watches Qinghua's face, and he shifts a little in his lap, turning his attention fully back to his friend.

Drawing his hair over the opposite shoulder in order to expose more of his neck, Huaisang tilts his head slightly, very clearly offering his neck if Qinghua might like to continue. His foot curls around the back of Qinghua's calf again, resuming that soft, restless rubbing, and Huaisang's free hand tightens around the front of Qinghua's lapels as if he might be considering tugging him forward.]

[ That makes his breathing pick up, and Shang Qinghua tries to desperately look somewhere, anywhere else. His gaze finds the floor, but that doesn't hold his interest for long. Even if he could look at the TV, he's pretty sure it would be just as appealing.

This is distinctly different from what he feels during Iris in ways that he can't really articulate, and yet it's similar enough that he has to wonder. If he just... stops worrying about it, what then? Cucumber Bro had recommended he find someone, and maybe he was still afraid of that... but Nie Huaisang has already expressed interest (more that expressed interest; he'd outright propositioned him!) so at least there wasn't the worry of rejection?

And for all that he says he's straight... those long, agonizing days of Iris, who was he thinking about the most?! It wasn't Sha Hualing, not Madam Meiyin, not even Liu Mingyan! No, it was because he was imagining --- that he even tried --- and wound up ------! (Cross that out! Cross that all out!)

He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and lets himself go just a little bit. Shang Qinghua lowers his head again, and this time when his lips make contact with Nie Huaisang's skin, he doesn't pull back. It's nothing momentous, there's nothing terrible or amazing about it. But there's an itch that it scratches, so he keeps doing it. ]

[Huaisang gives a soft, pleased little sound as Qinghua kisses his neck, and then does it again. He's learning quickly that his friend shies at overt offers but won't push him away and will step forward to take a provided temptation.

Delighted, Huaisang tips his head to kiss at Qinghua in return, trailing a quick series of hot little kisses up the side of his neck and then catching Qinghua's earlobe briefly between his teeth.] Shang-xiong. [It's quiet and heated, whispered just beside his ear, and then Huaisang shifts in his lap, straddling that erect cock and grinding his hips down once against it.]

Kisses. [It's hard to tell whether that's a request or a demand. Huaisang's expression is wickedly playful, tail lashing behind him, and he licks at his lips, gaze flicking between Qinghua's mouth and his eyes. He's only barely restraining himself, just waiting on an expression of consent.]

[ It works like a charm. Shang Qinghua gives a soft whimper deep in his throat and squirms back against Nie Huaisang, feeling far too hot. He turns to look at the man, but the moment he's able to he presses his mouth forwards, connecting their lips together.

It's not the first time he's kissed someone on the lips here. But it's the first time he's really kissed someone, here or otherwise.

He's written about it plenty, and maybe it's the heat starting to fog up his mind, but all those words are completely unhelpful now that he's actually doing it. It's a warmth like he wasn't expecting to have a kiss that lingers. ]

[Completely delighted by the kiss, Huaisang slides warm, gentle arms up around Qinghua's neck, light fingers tangling into his hair.

Qinghua's kiss is so sweet, and it's already been shown that he's shy and not sure of his own desires, so Huaisang keeps the rest of his body still. He's here, warm, and soft in Qinghua's lap, still right on top of that erection, but he doesn't move while they kiss, wanting to make sure Qinghua isn't overwhelmed.

Huaisang's good at kissing lessons, and he has plenty of gentle sweetness to offer. Keeping the kiss chaste at first, he brushes their lips together, keeping just a hint of a gap between them so that he can press forward, pull back, lure Qinghua to chase him, and press forward again in a surge of earnest affection. After a minute, he starts flicking his tongue playfully against Qinghua's lips, a barely-there tease that grows just a little more wicked before he breaks the kiss to check on his friend.

Kissing the tip of his nose with a cheeky smile, Huaisang looks back and forth between Qinghua's eyes, making sure he still wants to continue.]

[ As far as the kiss goes, Nie Huaisang is playing Shang Qinghua like a fiddle. The lack of movement lets him focus on the press of lips, the variance of the pressure, and how he does chase after them when they pull back just a little too far.

The flick of a tongue pulls a quick inhale through his nose, and his eyes widen. The kiss to his nose has him turning--if possible--even redder. ]

Y-you... you stopped.

[ He says it as if Nie Huaisang hasn't noticed. He's flustered, and it comes through in his voice. Shang Qinghua hesitates for a moment, his own tongue unconsciously flicking across his own lips.

He isn't sure what he wants to say, so what comes out is, ]

Was that... all that you wanted?

[ He leans forward a little in his own awkward expression of desire unstated. ]

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