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2. lh/hs cut scene | kisses
After that night in the villa where they confessed their feelings and confirmed their relationship, Lu Hao became even more physically affectionate with Hong Sheng than before.
Now, his hugs came with kisses. When they had downtime between zombie attacks or F City runs, Lu Hao would take Hong Sheng aside and press him against whatever surface was closest. Sometimes it would be the sofa or the bed, other times it would be a wall. Even a tree, if they were outside.
He’d coax Hong Sheng to open his mouth, and let their tongues slide and rub together as they kissed. The sensation was overwhelming. Hong Sheng felt his breathing come in heavy pants. Lu Hao’s smell, accompanied by the scent of sweat, invaded his senses. The taste of salt and saliva filled his mouth as Lu Hao’s kisses printed stickily over his lips.
And then Lu Hao would move on to his neck and collarbone, and he’d suck little bruises onto his skin as he left Hong Sheng breathless, panting helplessly there, wondering just what was happening.
He’d never even kissed anyone before Lu Hao. Not to mention this kind of closeness, even holding hands was something that made Hong Sheng feel shy.
But now Lu Hao wanted to do these things with Hong Sheng. Lu Hao was excited by Hong Sheng. Hong Sheng felt it, the heat and hardness of Lu Hao’s body. He saw the dilation of Lu Hao’s pupils, and the way they tracked Hong Sheng’s movements like he was prey that Lu Hao wanted to sink his teeth into.
It made Hong Sheng’s heart race. Out of both excitement, and pure nervous terror.
It was just so much. The physicality of it, the way his body reacted in ways he couldn’t control, the sounds that came out of him—it all seemed so shameful, humiliating. He was becoming someone else under Lu Hao’s touch. He couldn’t stop himself from being so desperate and needy, from being pushed closer and closer to some precipice from which he could never return.
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Hong Sheng was a methodical person.
When he had a problem to solve, he wrote it down in his notes, and he listed steps and possible solutions to explore.
Right now, he had a problem. A big problem. A hard problem. A problem that sometimes poked him in the back when he was sleeping.
Lu Hao wanted sex.
It was. Fine.
Except Hong Sheng had never done it before.
And when he thought about having sex with Lu Hao—
A loud thud sounded in Hong Sheng’s workshop. Hong Sheng had fallen out of his seat and onto the floor, curled up with his face all red like a little cooked shrimp. On the table, the notebook he’d been trying to fill was full of crooked, wobbly lines that didn’t actually look like words at all.
So. The problem.
It was a big one.
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1. lh/hs cut scene | bragging
“We’ve been together for a long time. Ever since we were kids,” Lu Hao said. He took a sip of the canned drink in his hand. “And we’ll be together for as long as we live.”
“Damn!” The ability user’s eyes went wide. “Those are big words of commitment, kid. What are you guys, eighteen? Nineteen?”
“Nineteen,” Lu Hao answered. “But it’s a sure thing. I mean,” and here his smile went a bit sly, “He’s already met my parents. They treat him like a son.”
“Holy shit!” He didn’t really understand Lu Hao’s choice of interest, the other man had to admit: chasing a wife—er, a little husband. at such a young age, made Lu Hao a real man’s man. The ability user raised his canned beer in a toast. “Well, good for you two! Here’s to your happiness!”
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0. lh/hs cut scene | childhood
There was a period of time where Hong Sheng stopped talking to him.
There had been no reason that Lu Hao could see. One day they were friends. The next day, when they walked home, Hong Sheng wouldn’t look at Lu Hao. He wouldn’t acknowledge the other boy’s presence. Even when Lu Hao poked, and grabbed, and yelled, Hong Sheng wouldn’t respond.
Eventually, Hong Sheng had stopped showing up at all, and Lu Hao’s anger sparked and simmered inside him.
He spitefully agreed to go to the park with his other friends, because at least they appreciated Lu Hao’s greatness and knew that they couldn’t just toss him out when they pleased.
So, as all the kids went to the park to play, they had a perfect view of the scene in front of the apartment that stood across the way.
Two adults screamed at each other in front of the apartment. The man cursed the woman loudly and called her all sorts of things that Ma would have been frightened to death to hear. The woman snarled insults back at him, saying that she’d rather have married a dog than a man like him.
The children watched and muttered to themselves at the scene, fascinated by the drama. But Lu Hao’s gaze held only horror.
He recognized that woman. She had come to get Hong Sheng on that rainy day. And Lu Hao saw that standing behind the man, blended into the shadows, was Hong Sheng. His empty eyes looked only at his mother. And he was— he was standing there like a broken toy, not moving. Hong Sheng stared desperately with his dark eyes like he was pleading: please, don't go.
But although Hong Sheng continued silently beg her, the woman didn’t cast a single glance in his direction. She instead stared straight at her ex-husband and hissed, “I never deserved such a useless man and waste of a son.”
Hong Sheng’s father cursed and spit. When the woman finally walked out of sight, he stomped back into the apartment, shouting cusses the entire way.
Hong Sheng stood in the shadows, empty eyes seeing nothing.
A yell came from inside the apartment and Hong Sheng finally moved, slipping through the doorway before Lu Hao could run to him.
The day after, Lu Hao found Hong Sheng sitting on a bench, curled up on himself.
Lu Hao called his name quietly, but Hong Sheng didn’t raise his head from where it rested on his knees.
He dropped his bag and sat next to Hong Sheng.
Then, he wrapped his arms around the other boy and rested his head against his. “’M sorry,” he said. “I’m not gonna leave you.”
Hong Sheng trembled in Lu Hao’s arms. They stayed like that for a while.
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