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Liu Qingge likes to lick Shen Qingqiu’s ears.
Which sounded weird aloud –almost bizarre–, although maybe not stranger than yearning to touch someone else's ears or let them pet you. Thanks to the curse, it wasn’t weird nor was it strange to have your shidi in your bed, with his legs tangled with yours, his face so close that you can feel the warm puff’s air in your face. For Shen Qingqiu it’s not weird, for him this has become an everyday event that he enjoys a lot, where he purrs so loudly that could be heard on the outside. It’s the routine that takes them there, on any given night, after their bath, with Liu Qingge's arms around him, and Shen Qingqiu's face gently rubbing against his shidi's jaw as he sighs in contentment and happiness. Usually, Liu Qingge gives a couple of gentle licks to his cheek before Shen Qingqiu hides his face leaving his ears within reach of his shidi's mouth who puts his tongue to work. That is how he sleeps now, with his ears being licked.
That day though Liu Qingge starts licking at the same time Shen Qingqiu is moving so he licks the edge of his mouth. They both freeze –not because it’s weird but because it’s the first time they touch mouth to mouth–, looking at each other in silence for a long time while having a silent conversation.
‘Can I?’
‘Yes’
After a moment Liu Qingge approaches to lick the edge of Shen Qingqiu’s mouth again. And again. And again. Soft and slow, like the licked of a kitten while moving from the edge to the center. He licks Shen Qingqiu’s mouth until his lips are completely wet, then looks at them as if they were his favorite meal.
Shen Qingqiu’s tail twitches under that gaze.
One moment later, Shen Qingqiu licks back, a simple touch –almost a tease– before pulling away.
Liu Qingge looks him in the eye, calm and compose, with something twirling in the deeps of his gaze. It makes his spine shiver.
‘…’
‘…'
‘Can I?’
‘Yes’
This time there is no pause. Liu Qingge bends down at the same time Shen Qingqiu opens his mouth. Unlike his craving for petting, Shen Qingqiu is shier licking his shidi’s mouth, his tongue cautiously touches Liu Qingge’s teeth before caressing his tongue. It’s an unexpected sensation to savor a trace of black tea there, unexpected but pleasant, so pleasant that his toes curl in delight. Playfully he pushes his shidi’s tongue to savor more of the black tea, he likes the taste, so he touches it gently only with the tip almost teasing in his exploration while Liu Qingge’s arms tighten at his back.
And then his turn is over.
In Liu Qingge’s turn, he doesn’t show his usual shyness. He likes to lick –a lot–as if he enjoys using his tongue to demonstrate affection and caress instead of using his words; so, it’s not a surprise that Liu Qingge is as bolder as curious about licking his partner’s mouth. The first thing he does is to mimic Shen Qingqiu’s action of licking his tongue, although he does with less teasing and more intension. He drags his tongue back and forth, pushing and caressing as if trying to memorize his taste and shape.
He does it with so much attention that the touch is drawing sparks of pleasure in Shen Qingqiu’s spine. His toes are curling again, and his hands are clinging at the edges of his shidi’s nightrobe like a lifeline. Then Liu Qingge’s tongue caresses his palate in such audacious movement that Shen Qingqiu would be embarrassed by the sound he makes if he weren’t adjusting his position to give his shidi more room to repeat that –the touch has made his tail to jerk as if it had just received an electric shock.
It’s nice. More than nice. It is startling and delightful and may be addictive.
When Liu Qingge brushes his palate, it makes his skin tingle, and it’s awkward with all the saliva he is producing but Shen Qingqiu can’t find the strength to care, not when he pushes his shidi’s tongue to taste the black tea again and Liu Qingge pushes back trying to reach his palate so he can hear that sound again.
The lick starts to become chaotic but neither of them seems to care for the drooling or how they are pushing clumsy against each other, not even how their noses are bumping awkward, not until the painful clash of teeth startles them. They look at each other with their mouths wet and a thin line of saliva connecting them.
“That was-” says Shen Qingqiu quiet, wrapped in a tight embrace. His hands still in his shidi’s chest, their legs intertwined, and so close that he can see a light in Liu Qingge’s dark pupils. The look he is getting makes him suddenly self-conscious and bashful, so he lowers his gaze in an attempt to calm his heartbeat. “That was… hmm”
“Bad?”
“Not the word I would use. No. Not bad.” He breaths slowly before rising his eyes again. “Messy maybe?”
Liu Qingge nods, all serious and formal as if minutes before he hadn’t been trying to push his tongue down Shen Qingqiu’s throat. Then, he licks his lips as if he was searching for a lovely flavor and Shen Qingqiu’s eyes fixate on that tongue like a cat looking at a bird; when the tongue retracts his eyes ascend to see Liu Qingge’s expression again. Those eyes are making his tail wag and his toes curl, while his cheeks tints with a blush. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t have the same inclination for licking as Liu Qingge seems to have, but at that moment, he really wants to taste his shidi’s tongue again.
Liu Qingge is still looking at him, he even can hear him say: ‘Ok, let me try this,' and Shen Qingqiu compiles.
He stays still while Liu Qingge’s hand raises from his back to his neck to adjust his position before bowing down once again to lick his mouth. He starts as before, slow and so, so gentle, as the licked of a kitten, only this time he lets Shen Qingqiu’s tongue caress his own every now and then, so they can take turns to lick each other’s mouth. His hand, meanwhile, caresses the curve of that swan neck for a moment before ascending through the head to reach the soft ears.
His shidi starts petting him while caressing his tongue and the sensation is so pleasant that in no time Shen Qingqiu starts purring aloud. A really –really– loud purr that even Liu Qingge is feeling in his hands, mouth, and chest.
The gentle and slow touch of his shidi is making him soft. Now, Shen Qingqiu is a man of jelly with syrup instead of blood. One moment he is licking and the next he is purring with his eyes close, his neck bent, and his tails entwine with his shidi. The best of all is when Liu Qingge starts purring as well and the vibrations are touching his mouth, synchronize with his, rocking him to sleep.
In the end, Liu Qingge’s tongue licks his lips with such gentle gestures that his chest lights as a bonfire, he mimics the gesture –with the same emotion– and they take turns to do it before falling asleep.
And now Liu Qingge likes to lick Shen Qingqiu’s mouth.
Which isn’t weird at all, although sometimes is a bit messy but in a good way. They seem eager to learn How To Be Messy On Purpose and How Not To Do Painful with the teeth and the accidental biting. They have also been learning to breathe while licking and control the amount of saliva, so the drooling isn’t a no-no factor.
(Curiously, they both learn they like a little bit of bite, and they have been testing the level of endurance of each one at the slowest pace know for the man because they have a lot of time and they preferred practice in their nest)
Anyway, the licking –kissing– has become another delight in their routine, as the hair brushing, the petting, and the naps. It occurs always at night, while they are face to face with their legs intertwined, then they start with the practice, and it seems Liu Qingge wants to try all the different types of licks – and to swallow all the sounds Shen Qingqiu makes in each session–.
There is the slow one where they can lick each other’s mouth at the slowest pace, the deliberate one where they push others tongue to taste it, the playful one where usually Shen Qingqiu pushes and retracts to make Liu Qingge chase him back to his mouth, the nibbling one where they lick each other’s lips using sometimes their teeth, and they have a special one where both starts purring at the same time.
Each one of these sends sparkles of pleasure to Shen Qingqiu’s spine and in no time, he is taking the initiative to push his tongue against his shidi’s mouth, although Liu Qingge keeps his place as the number one licker of the house. He just likes to lick him up until Shen Qingqiu’s mouth is swollen and red –as his–, then he can sleep.
One day, however, after hours and hours of licking –kissing–, at the sight of Shen Qingqiu’s exquisite cotton mouth all red with his puffy lips, his black glossy eyes, and his blushful expression, Liu Qingge’s gaze darkens. He is looking at him as if he was hungry for tasting that mouth again –all of him–.
Shen Qingqiu’s belly flares and curls like it’s made of burning paper.
But Liu Qingge lets the sensitive mouth rest and instead goes down to start licking the border of his mouth softly at first then boldly before moving to his cheek and ear. Not the small tentative licks of those first days, these are long decisive licks as if he were trying to clean the adorable blush that paints all Shen Qingqiu’s face, but instead of cleaning it, his gesture makes the blush spread downward, so he chases it. He licks Shen Qingqiu’s ear and then his jaw and finally his chin.
Shen Qingqiu moves with him, throwing his head back as one hand ascends to Liu Qingge’s shoulder while the other buries in his black hair between those white downy soft ears which twitch under his fingers. He isn’t pushing or stopping, he is pretty comfortable in the warm tight embrace that is holding him, what he does is to look for some kind of anchor because he is melting… his blood is now candy that burns in the heat of his shidi’s mouth.
Liu Qingge’s tongue reaches his destination –the delicate ivory collarbone– pushing his tongue against the small depression there then he uses that as a starting point to lick upward Shen Qingqiu’s throat. He licks as same as before, almost audacious and hungry, feeling pleased at the rapid bubble of that throat when swallowing, but the best of all is the change in the vibrations of Shen Qingqiu’s purring. After all those months Liu Qingge has been able to identify different types of purring. There is the lazy one –they are in their nest getting ready to get up–. The napping purring. The drinking tea purring. The loud purring. And more. This is different. It’s a special kind of purring, it’s like the loud one that could be heard from the outside and feels in their toes, but it's also rapid and hard and usually only appears when they lick each other’s mouth.
It’s the one that makes arise those delicious sounds that live inside Shen Qingqiu. So he licks more confidently and bolder, and it's almost instinctive to put his mouth between the clavicles to suck.
Shen Qingqiu reacts as if he has been struck by lightning. He convulses while a deep keen at the back of his throat instantly freezes them both because that sound… that sound is completely new.
Liu Qingge raises his head to look at Shen Qingqiu’s face which now is as red as a cherry. Since he seems a little uneasy and the purring has stopped Liu Qingge goes up to lick his mouth once –softly– before rearranging their positions again so Shen Qingqiu’s head is against his chest where he can lick his ears to calm him down.
And eventually, Shen Qingqiu calms down but no before realizing something amazing: Liu Qingge likes to lick, and he likes to be licked, and now he has to find a way to repeat that less the freaking-out-part.
Luckily, he has time.