The metallic tang of Chu Yun's blood still coated the inside of Xiao Zai's mouth when he pressed their lips together in a searing kiss.
He could feel his own blood sing in satisfaction at having laid his claim to Chu Yun. He imagined he could feel an answering throb from the mark on his own nape. He cupped Chu Yun's neck while they kissed, protecting the tender skin.
When they broke away, Chu Yun nuzzled against his neck with a contented sigh. "Was that everything you dreamed of?"
Xiao Zai chuckled and kissed his forehead. "Everything and more."
Chu Yun grinned in reply, but then, after a moment's quiet, asked, "Do you feel any different?", his voice small and hesitant.
"No. Do you?"
Chu Yun looked up into Xiao Zai's eyes and shook his head. "Are you...disappointed?"
"Only that you think I would be," Xiao Zai whispered, brushing another kiss against Chu Yun's forehead.
