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“Come here often?”
Oh. My. God.
Ayanga knew patience was a virtue. Her grandmother had been right after all. Good things and those who wait. Yes, that, whatever -
The girl of her dreams stands in front of her now, head tipped down to look at Ayanga. One hand braced against the bar, the other on her hip. She’s not wearing a corset this time, or her hair in braids. Instead, she has a shaggy platinum blonde mullet this time, and she’s dressed like a detective from the eighties in brown trousers and a sensible blazer. Well, if she’d bothered to wear anything other than a black lace bra underneath the blazer, she’d be dressed like an old-timey detective.
Ayanga, your friendly local high school music teacher, falls in love, loses her virginity, gets kidnapped, and fosters a pig, all in that order.
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“Let's just watch this one,” Zheng Yunlong said. She didn't know what it was about, but it was the first one the cursor had landed on and looked interesting, except maybe she shouldn't have chosen it, because forty-five minutes later they were watching lesbian sex, and the words popped up like a big bright neon sign in Zheng Yunlong's head, flashing on and off, LESBIAN SEX, LESBIAN SEX.
Zheng Yunlong likes boys. Maybe. Kinda. Her roommate Ayanga does not.
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They watched the sunrise quietly for a while. As the sky lightened, Zheng Yunlong sighed. He was still looking at him, Ayanga realised. He had a look in his eyes that Ayanga couldn't quite decipher.
“Let's get going, princess,” Zheng Yunlong said, when he caught him looking back. He grinned when Ayanga punched him in the shoulder.
And so they continued driving.
Ayanga is just an internal auditor trying to travel to the Annual Internal Auditors' Conference, and Zheng Yunlong is just an internal auditor he's begged to drive him there. Yes, there is murder, gang violence, and an accidental foray into a sex cult. But that's not important.
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“I’m staying on the third floor. In case you need anything,” Zheng Yunlong said. Ayanga wasn’t sure what he would need that this man could provide. “I promised your brother that I would--”
“Take care of me?” Ayanga said. It slipped out of his mouth, surprising him. Even to his ears, it sounded derisive.
“That I would teach you art, actually,” Zheng Yunlong said. “You’re old enough to take care of yourself, aren’t you?” He grinned, as if Ayanga had been very funny. “Or do you need a bedtime story to go to sleep tonight?”
In the summer of Ayanga's eighteenth year, he makes the acquaintance of his brother's old friend, a painter called Zheng Yunlong.
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and I work my teeth against your skin until you crumble beneath me like
rubble, so hard but in so many pieces
I hold you in my mouth.a collection of ycf-inspired poetry.
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Ilya rocks his hips up. “No, Hollander. Keep up. I want to meet your dildo.” He enjoys enunciating the word. Tries to give it a bit of a whiny Canadian inflection. “You remember? You told me about him, back in Vegas.”
Hollander blushes beautifully and says, “That’s private.”
“Hollander. I know the taste of your ball skin.”
“That’s—Jesus, don’t say it like that. I can show you, but. Only if you promise not to be a dick.”
“Best behaviour,” Ilya promises. “Will say only nice things.”
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避嫌期现背
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阿云嘎第二次和郑云龙去看海。
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北京的春夜里阿云嘎接郑云龙下班回家。
*旧文整理，成稿并发布于2019年3月。
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“Hey," Wei Ying said. "You know when your bodyguard puts you to bed at night?”
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