↷ karaoke

@无∙wen jiyang ᵇ His arms around the stranger's shoulders, he didn't let their lips be pulled apart even as he stumbled backwards until his back hit a wall. The temperature was rising. Wen Fan's breath hitched as he picked up, pinned to the wall by the waist pushing him into the solid surface behind him. He hooked his legs behind the other's back for stability, gasping as the other's mouth travelled along his tender, intoxicated skin. "Mhhm~" Eyes wrinkled into excited half-moons, his fingers laced through the other's dark hair. He let him continue for a few moments, enjoying the small nips and kisses, his loosened robes slipping a little further off his skin with each touch. Wen Fan's fingers curled into the other's hair, gripping it tightly and then pulled it back so the stranger's face was forced to look at him. He looked... familiar. Did he know this guy? Noooo. He probably just had a common face. Wen Fan leaned down and nipped at the other's jaw.

@医∙wen fan ᵒ With the sickly sweet scent of the omega upon his nose, the beta reached forward to rest his hands upon the omega's shoulders, an effort to keep him off the beta despite the omega's desperate pursuit for another kiss. "Wen Fan, stop." Jiyang growled, the threat evident upon his tongue while he struggled to push the omega away. Only to find their lips meeting once again. A staggering breadth and Jiyang was engulfed in the vanilla scent and teeth of the smaller, bottom lip swollen from the omega's torment once he was pulled back down. The beta within Jiyang roared, to take the omega and devour--no matter who its master was, Jiyang held no control. Body moving to push the omega against the wall and pull the omega up to wrap his legs at Jiyang's waist, hips pressing along the omega's own once he had pried his lips away from their shared entanglement, the beta's thin lips traveling along the jaw of the omega and down to the graceful curve of Wen Fan's nape. Teeth and tongue leaving behind a hot trail of crimson flowers blossoming over the beauty's alabaster skin.

@无∙wen jiyang ᵇ The world was one huge blur to Wen Fan, the kiss like a firework that gave him something to focus on. He pressed himself against the stranger, to feel more, yes, but also not to fall. He held the front of the stranger's shirt with both hands and grabbed onto it like a lifeline. Wen Fan threw himself into the kiss, tongue entangling with tongue, moans exchanged through the warm wetness. He wanted to eat him, swallow him, devour him, and growled into the kiss, tugging him even closer. When the person drew back, Wen Fan's lips followed for a few centimetres before giving up the pursuit. He heard the person say something, what exactly he didn't catch and pulled himself up to get another kiss but... even on the tips of my toes... Wen Fan couldn't reach without the stranger's cooperation. [not making this up, I consulted google adfjhgksdg] He stood on the other's feet and tried again but was still a few centimetres short, so as his next step the omega wrapped his arms around the stranger's neck and pulled myself up so he was dangling off of the man. Success! Wen Fan sunk his teeth into the beta's lower lip just in time for his arms to give out and him to fall back to his feet, forcing the stranger to bend down with him. Once again, Wen Fan moulded his swollen lips against the other's.

@医∙wen fan ᵒ Qinghe. The land bordering Qishan with its trees shrouded within the bright skies and the city built upon a lahar of land leaving it barren, the land infertile save for the outskirts of the city. It was a consequence of sharing a border with Qishan, for the land was as destructive as the clan which inhabited the ruthless land of mountains and volcanic borders. He had read stories of Qinghe, how the mighty Nies defended the land and were experts within the art of the swords and sabers, caring for none over than their own. Jiyang couldn't help but wonder... If he had managed to leave the Wen Clan, to desert the clan, would he have been a part of the Nies? Originally, the muggle-born thought of himself as more of a Lan than a Wen or a Nie. Maybe... No, he wouldn't think much more about it. It was Jiyang's first day in Qinghe, he had been accompanied by Jaewook who had showed him around the city until the two landed upon the karaoke scene. Having a drink or two with Jaewook, Jiyang found himself needing to take in a breath of fresh air. After all, the karaoke room was confined and stuffy despite the lively atmosphere and being in the arms of the man he loved. And so, allowing his legs to move about as freely as he could within the crowded halls, Jiyang attempted to maneuver his way through to the outside--the tall beta had to stop himself from tumbling once he had been pulled down to meet with the omega's lips. Lips entangled within the omega's frenzy with the omega's tongue invading past Jiyang's lips, the beta instinctively pulled the omega closer. Jiyang's fogged mind throbbing within the back of his mind as he attempted to decipher through the alcohol who it was he was currently entangled with. The scent floral and familiar, but masked within the deep scent of the liquor upon their two lips, Jiyang struggled to hold onto his strings of rationality, the sweet kiss earning a moan from the beta himself until he had pulled back. Their wet liplock leaving behind a string of saliva connecting between their lips. "M-my apologies." Jiyang had breathed out, finally looking down to take a clear look at the omega, a chill running through the beta's spine and sobering him instantly. Wen Fan. It was Wen Fan who kissed him.

@无∙wen jiyang ᵇ Wen Fan was in Qinghe again, a city he never remembered coming to and always woke up in with a raging hangover. As usual, he'd been brought by an acquaintance he spent ever other heat with. He didn't really know much about the alpha, just that he was from Nie, liked to drink and enjoyed coming to karaoke. Therefore, by default, whenever Wen Fan was with him he'd be fed so much alcohol he could barely walk straight. Maybe that was the guy's plan, who knows. Anyway, Wen Fan was drunk and relaxed, sitting on the man's lap, his face cupped in the omega's cheeks. He was smiling, waves of black tresses spilling down the sides of his face. Only a few sapphire pins decorated his head. Long thin black robes fell along his petite frame, the folds spread open to reveal white thighs as he straddled the man. The alpha was saying something but Wen Fan was not focused enough to hear any of it. And then, he was suddenly picked up and placed onto the floor. He had lost his shoes somewhere in the place, his shoes that gave him an extra 3 inches so the ends of the fabrics gathered on the floor as he looked about lost and disoriented. He'd blinked and the alpha was gone. Maybe to get a drink, maybe to go to the bathroom, maybe... who knew why. Anyway, Wen Fan was left alone looking as awkward as an abandoned puppy. After wandering around for a few minutes, bumping into people, getting grabbed and pulled up for a kiss or two, he found a scent that was familiar. He didn't realise whom that scent belonged to, but he was used to it. It felt comfortable, so he liked it and reached up to grab the tall person by the collar and promptly pulled him down, smirking as he kissed the other. It wasn't a chaste peck, he went for it, forcing the other's lips apart with an excited moan.

@☾∙lan zhan ᵒ DING!
That’s right ! Here is your piece of the amulet.

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@首∙lan qiren ᵃ Karaoke?

@刀∙wen gulf ᵃ hey