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if they ever even did so before, now they stopped counting days with clarity. they were fully aware of the passing time, but never has it interested them less than now.
just being like this was enough, who cared about the rest? spring? winter? it all felt warm again nevertheless. just being there again, roaming the world and exorcising evil alongside each other. spring, summer, fall or winter.
it was indeed snowing one day, and they booked a room in a tiny tawern in equally tiny town on the mountain. there was no soul outside, only the gushing wind and white blind of snow misting the world.
xingchen stood by the windowsill per usual, a habit he developed and didn't seem to give up. he loved just standing there and watching as the nature threw a majestic fit.
song lan put a teapot on the table and walked behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling in.
"why are you not sleeping yet?"
"it's too early."
"we have to get up early, too..."
xingchen smiled somewhat evilly, "or we could sleep in."
song lan smiled, kissing his cheek, "for five more minutes?"
"maybe ten?"
"you're pushing it," song lan warned.
xingchen laughed soundly and turned around to nuzzle his face in his chest. song lan kept his arm wrapped around his waist as his other hand stroke the hair falling loosely down xingchen's back.
xingchen's hot breath fanned against his chest as he pressed his face in search for the beating of song lan's heart. having found it, he gave off a long, lazy smile.
"zichen?"
"hmm?"
xingchen didn't reply, only rode up his hand up song lan's chest and curled his fingers around his robe. pulling at it gently, he started slowly revealing his skin, and song lan pulled away slightly.
xingchen looked at him with an unspoken question hanging in the air. his cheeks were slightly flushed.
"i just thought of something."
"what was that?" song lan liked to test how red xingchen's cheeks would get before he would speak his mind, or maybe he wouldn't utter a single word.
right now, xiao xingchen looked like he perhaps forgot his tongue anyway, and only led them both across the room.
in the middle of the route, song lan took the lead, and swooped him up from the ground, hearing xingchen's wheeze fill his ears.
"what! i'm going, you don't have to carry me!"
song lan smiled as he placed him down on the bed, "unhappy?"
"you really have the cheek to ask this..."
"ask what?"
"zichen!" xingchen groaned
song lan missed it. he would be lying to himself and everyone in the world if he said he didn't.
because loving xingchen came in many forms. in holding his hand, in watching him smile, in going through hell with him, in letting him always sleep five minutes longer than he should, in fixing blankets around him so he wouldn't get cold, in pushing him in the snow for the love of it, and also, which he was never denying in the first place, making love to xingchen's body.
because it was all him, every inch of his skin, every shaky breath he took, every scratch he marked down song lan's spine, every beautiful sound he tried to muffle with no succeed. it was his lips, his chest, pair of legs wrapped around him, his entire being.
as song lan doused himself in xingchen's sweet everything, he felt the unision of the universe. so perfect, so soft, so good. xiao xingchen trembled underneath him, the word zichen breaking on his lips like waves hitting the shore.
body pressed to body, heat on heat, the sheets falling to the ground. and when xiao xingchen came hot in his arms, song lan whispered in his ear,
"i love you."
wrapping them up in thick layer of blankets, he allowed xingchen to entangle himself in song lan's limbs, his nose nuzzling in his chest as he whispered back, "i love you."
and there it was.
happiness.
.. one more chappy to go and this YEET HIM IN THE LAKE collection of chappies will be over and i will dig into xue yang and a third part of songxiao,,, sUmthin nEw
