"Yanlin?" Zhang Wang found the demon king leaning against a large border, his hair already back to its silver-blond shade. "I thought I heard another person's voice."
Yu Yanlin only hummed in response but did not say anything.
When Zhang Wang saw him, a deep-set frown pulled on his lips. There was a feeling of annoyance that bubbled in his gut. There was no word for the emotion that he felt only that it made him feel itchy and restless.
Was it fear? Perhaps. Even if he was the one that bested Yu Yanlin with underhanded tactics, the true extent of the demon's power was yet something he could truly grasp.
Was it concern? There was definitely a part of that at play. Zhang Wang still didn't totally understand the implications of having tangled souls. He feared Yu Yanin getting caught by his peers and there were simply too many instances that already counted as one too close. Zhang Wang tried to convince himself this was due to self-interest.
Or maybe it was just theitching feeling of confusion that left his discontent. If there was one thing that Zhang Wang understood more than anything else, it was that he did not understand Yu Yanlin in the slightest.
He was beginning to believe that it had to do with him being a demon. Maybe Zhang Wang didn't quite understand what that meant either.
"This bodily fluid exchange is getting on my nerves, not going to lie," he sighed and ran a finger through his scalp.
Even if the blindfold was still secure over his head, Yu Yanlin turned his head to his direction, "That wasn't the impression I got."
What? Was he being teased? A wordless thought left Zhang Wang feeling a little anxious and embarrassed at the same time, "You keep almost getting caught. And doesn't your jaw hurt after all those damned blowjobs? I don't know. This whole thing just doesn't sit well with me."
Yu Yanlin touched the edge of his jaw, massaging the joints. He hummed but took his time to respond, "There are other ways to do it."
Other ways…
Zhang Wang crossed his arm, and then sneered. Luckily it was dark and Yu Yanlin couldn't see his reaction, "I'm not interested in guys."
But Yu Yanlin was oddly persistent, "This is merely a matter of convenience. If you're feeling bored of my mouth then this…this is an alternative option."
Where did that blushing shy demon go? Or wait, was that just a conjuring of Zhang Wang's imagination from before? Again, he found himself feeling frustrated, like he couldn't understand the person who stood in front of him at all.
Was it wrong that he wished to?
"I feel like we're doing this all wrong."
"Wrong?"
"Yeah, like in the wrong order or something," he grumbled and shrugged, "Feels like we missed out on all the fun flirting parts you know? The getting to know each other part and yada yada yada yada."
"I…did not think there was anything deeper to this relationship than mutual convenience."
Ouch. But he wasn't wrong.
"Hey," Zhang Wang, pointed an accusing finger into Yu Yanlin's arm, "I'm not trying to woo you or anything. But if it's a person that I'm to stick my dick into more than once, won't it be nice to at least get to know them a bit? You don't feel awkward?"
The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms felt like he was beginning to be able to tell when the demon king was confused. "No. I thought that was reserved for things like romance, no?"
"Aren't fuck buddies a thing in the demon world as well?"
"Fuck- ah. Well yes. But I never thought it was a necessity." A pause and that signature tilt of the head, "I see. I can't say I understand but if it makes you feel more comfortable then what would you like to know about me?"
This guy… Again, here was that irritating feeling creeping up Zhang Wang's skin. This whole I don't understand thing was really getting to him. What was so difficult to understand? Why was it that Yu Yanlin couldn't understand, why…?
"Why are you so dense?" He ended up asking.
"...I don't know how to answer that question."
"Why is your personality so messed up?"
"I was born this way."
...None of this was at all helpful! Frustrated, Zhang Wang let out a sigh of exasperation, running his fingers through his hair. "Whatever, just…never mind. Never mind okay? Let's just get it over with like usual."
Unbeknown to him, the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms was not the only one feeling disappointed. Yu Yanlin as well was wrought with similar sentiments, caught on the question why was it that he could not understand Zhang Wang's thoughts at all?
Even more strange was the desire to understand and the desire to be understood. Never before was he plagued with such things. And perhaps now it only mattered because he felt that it was the reason that led to his own downfall; the failure to understand those that stood at his side.
Yu Yanlin nodded stiffly and approached the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms. For a moment, he paused, head tilted a bit lower. It occurred to him that perhaps kissing was inappropriate for this situation after all.
He was about to kneel but Zhang Wang stopped him, "Wait."
Yu Yanlin froze and felt slender fingers brush through his hair and snaked to the back of his head. The blindfold unclipped and slid off his face. Blue eyes peered past light eyelashes.
As always, the demon king was frustratingly alluring and mysterious. "Don't wanna get it dirty," Zhang Wang said nonchalantly.
With a nod, Yu Yanlin lowered himself to his knees. He was getting skilled and quick at this. Zhang Wang didn't know if he felt guilty or aroused. A combination of both perhaps. He loved seeing Yu Yanlin from this angle, free to comb his fingers through silky platinum hair as he pleased. Zhang Wag did exactly that, pupils blown wide.
Fabric rustled and Zhang Wang's trousers came loose.
"Yanlin," he uttered the name with a low voice.
That wet mouth enveloped him. The heat pooling in his groin raised. The soft throat was like a soft fire that he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into. "Yanlin. Shit."
But there was still that little prick of guilt. That nameless irritation cupped him at his peak. Release felt forever two steps too far no matter how much pleasure tickled his abdomen, no matter how hot it grew.
Yu Yanlin seemed to grow frustrated, growling with a low rumble. Was his technique lacking still? And thus he tried to entice the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms with more eager movements. His fingers moved up to massage the skin of his balls.
Zhang Wang trembled at the sensation but still couldn't urge himself over the edge. There was too much on his mind. "Do you really enjoy this?"
The rosy lips kissed the head of Zhang Wang's cock, lewdly making a wet popping sound as he pulled away. "I already told you--"
"You told me that you didn't mind. Not that you enjoy it. And I…I've just been a selfish dick anyway."
"Truly I-"
"Stand up," the command was said gently, but it was still a command. With a gulp, Yu Yanlin stood.