The Black Saint is My StalkerCh84 - Please, yes, more (slight NSFW)

Han Li already did this before. It was nothing. Graham helped disperse his excess miasma plenty of times!

Yet no matter how much Han Li chanted to himself, no matter how thorough his internal pep talk was, his heart raced fast with no signs of calming. phW2AH

Then again, how the heck was he supposed to be calm, straddled above Graham’s thighs!? How was this normal?!? 

Han Li was so damn distraught over his current situation that he couldn’t even bring himself to properly sit down. He stood awkwardly over Graham’s thighs, shuddering at the feeling of the saint’s fingers trailing along his spine. His throat went dry and Han Li wondered if maybe he had too much to drink. Maybe he could just use alcohol as an excuse to yeet the fuck out of here and save his poor heart and also his poor pride.

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Because the heavens knew he was about to pop a boner at any given second. Especially with the way that Graham peered up at him through his loose curls with eyes that threatened to pierce through Han Li’s soul and witness his simp meter going off the charts.

Well fuck. OX9oFU

He needed to act normal.

And he was failing spectacularly.

“Stop being so stiff,” a gravelly tone saturated Graham’s voice, low and rumbling. And yet something told Han Li that the saint was having the time of his life. He’s realized over time that Graham, in fact, is the type to choose his words carefully. Certainly, the choice of vernacular was no mistake! Who’s stiff!? This man was being a piece of shit.

“Stop being an ass,” Han Li chided, shuddering at the pressure that came from Graham’s hand on his lower back. With some apprehension, he allowed it to guide him down and fuck. Yeah. Han Li was way too aware of those muscular thighs under him and he was promptly ready to spontaneously combust. There was no way his reactions were this bad before.

A small smirk lifted Graham’s lips, his breath just dancing over Han Li’s face. It smelled strongly of cheap vodka. “Why are you so nervous? We have done this plenty.”

Han Li gulped, “Don’t remind me.”

“Unfortunately, it cannot be avoided at this stage,” Graham noted, “If you truly did not wish this to happen then it would have been wise to hold back on your demonic gifts.”

“…I didn’t use my demon powers just to kiss you, Graham,” Han Li huffed indignantly. lyrOoY

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A needy moan slithered passed his tongue, with a shudder tickling his spine. Han Li’s body relaxed into Graham’s touch and fuck. Once again, he was reminded just how good of a kisser Graham was.

Holy energy slipped down his throat, lighting his body with a burning sensation that left his nerves tingling. xG6grT

There was a time he thought the pain was uncomfortable but now…

“Mmnngh…” an embarrassing noise left his lips, fingers digging into the fabric of Graham’s shirt. And at that moment, that one, blissful moment, where his euphoria hung suspended, Han Li was without thought. He didn’t think about the throbbing of his heart or the mess of emotions that would no doubt knot in the wake of this kiss. He didn’t think about how his feelings soared and how terrible of an idea it was to indulge in such mind-numbing pleasure.

Graham was no better than he, hungrily pressing in to sample a taste. His tongue explored the landscape of Han Li’s mouth in great detail, his want unveiled, mixed with the lingering taste of cheap vodka.

And when Han Li pulled away to gasp, the hand on his neck held him in place, bringing him back into the kiss. The leather of Graham’s glove pressed into his nape before reaching up and combing through his hair. DUKlFZ

Graham’s other hand tightened around his waist, the pressure creating more friction against his—

Han Li yelped when Graham shifted his leg. He jolted back, face red from embarrassment because Graham definitely just brushed his thigh against—

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“You—” he sputtered in avid panic but Graham, the fucker, held him steady, unwilling to let him out of his hold. “Don’t just— Dammit!” Han Li cursed, snarling in protest but was utterly mortified at his inability to use words.

And Graham, the bastard, stared at him with those sharp eyes of his, like a lion that had its prey cornered. “I am not done with you yet.” His expression was dark, and Han Li couldn’t tell if it was discontent or something else. Sq8y5h

“I—” the sentence died on his lips when Graham all but slipped his hands beneath Han Li’s legs, picking Han Li up when he stood.

Han Li yelped as the world shifted beneath him, his heart raced desperately while his mind churned.

What was going on? What was Graham doing?

And though they’ve kissed in the past, Graham had never— X5VdPm

…never outright thrown Han Li down into the mattress before! And proceeded to trap him there with those large hands and sturdy arms of his. Han Li could only gasp from the shock, his body tingled with a terrible fever. It was hard to think clearly through the cloud of adrenaline and wanton need circulating through his body but he bit down hard on his bottom lip and savored the pain, desperate for reasoning to return to his mind.

“What the fuck Graham!?” he hissed with threat. Though he reached up to circle his hand around the wrist that had him trapped, Han Li didn’t do anything else to fight against the shadow looming above him. Graham was no different than a predator, a beast poised to strike. He stole Han Li’s breath away with his gaze alone, left him there frozen, body pliant and weak to fight.

The saint’s dark eyes raked his body, making Han Li shudder involuntarily. “Why are you expelling more miasma? Han Li. You are not making this easy on yourself.”

“I—I am?” Han Li blinked stupidly, unaware of the pleasant tingle of miasma pooling in his belly, saturating the air around them. He was too busy drowning in Graham to even notice the change. jOdWHr

“You are. And do not think me blind, Han Li.” Graham leaned in, dangerously close. Han could feel the Saint of Eternity’s body heat, and even when he squirmed he couldn’t quite get away, couldn’t quite create any distance between them when he was trapped on the bed. A gloved hand trailed the edge of his jaw, and Han Li forgot how to breathe.

Graham’s baritone voice tickled the edge of his ear. “You want me.”

Han Li opened his mouth, but protest died before it could reach his lips. A gloved thumb pressed against his bruised bottom lip before it slid past his teeth. There was no resistance.

His head was swimming, his body flushed with heat. It was feeling all too hot. When finally, he found strength, Han Li did not push the weight above him away and instead raked his fingers across the sides of Graham’s body, feeling the muscles that lie beneath his thin sweater. PVjql

The miasma in the room thickened. But instead of funneling holy energy past his lips, Graham pressed kisses into the side of his jaw and down his throat.

Like a fool, drunk, Han Li craned his neck, lashes fluttering as he drank in the pleasant warmth that spread from his belly and reached all the way to his extremities. Fingers curled into Graham’s shirt, pulling him in closer rather than away.

His whole body ached with desire and want.

Long fingers prod deeper in his mouth, leather scrapping the back of his throat. His body convulsed, gagging around Graham’s digits. Blood rushed southward. It was only then that the Saint of Eternity retrieved his fingers, drawing a trail of drool across Han Li’s chin. JhTy3U

Delirium hung like a heavy cloud. A pleased chirping sound left him when Graham finally leaned over to kiss him once more. He reached up, winding his arms around the Saint of Eternity’s shoulders.

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Holy energy poured into him. It burned terribly, as though his entire body was on fire. Han Li quivered uncontrollably, his nails digging into Graham’s shoulders as though he were hanging on for dear life.

Tears wet his lashes and Han Li was going lightheaded from the lack of air. One gloved hand ran through his hair, cradling his scalp. The other trailed the length of his ribs, stopping just a little below the navel, where the skin had been revealed when his shirt hitched up. dKkTxr

When Graham pulled away, Han Li collapsed onto the mattress in a boneless heap. The tears trickled down his face as he heaved for air, his vision bleary. But even through the blur, he could see the delectable rouge hue of blood on the saint’s lips, inspiring Han Li to run his tongue over his own lips to save the taste of copper.

“Better now,” Graham hummed pointedly. His eyes twinkled with satisfaction and mirth.

“…?” Han Li felt a whirl of confusion. He couldn’t help but feel that the Saint of Eternity was sitting too far, warmth lost.

“It seems that your status has stabilized. The miasma has been dispersed, Han Li,” Graham stated as a matter-of-factly, as though he hadn’t just been kissing the living daylights out of Han Li just seconds ago, “You should have a rest now.” uvrod1

Han Li, in a daze, felt like he couldn’t understand Graham’s words. His body still trembled the fire beneath his skin alive without anywhere to go. “N-No,” he said, desperation coloring his voice, “Y-You can’t just— You can’t just fucking…!”

Han Li gritted his teeth, embarrassed at the tears that streamed down his face, a sob threatening to come up his throat.

But it hurt. His body hurt. And he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing at Graham’s wrist, preventing the Saint of Eternity from pulling away.

“You can’t just fucking…! Leave me like this, Graham! Don’t leave a guy hanging, dammit!” qo0I12

Author: I’m…so damn embarrassed that I wrote this shit I’m just going to retreat into a hole not and lament my entire existence. TT__TT;