The snow was still falling when their fingers finally touched.
A trembling hand reached for the other, hesitant but yearning — and then clasped, fiercely, as if afraid the other would disappear once more.
Zhao Longxuan pulled him close.
No more hesitation.
No more restraint.
Their lips crashed like waves breaking against stone. Fierce. Hungry. Desperate. Years of longing — once hidden behind titles, pride, duty — now torn loose under the silent witness of winter's blanket.
The cold could not touch them.
Not anymore.
Their mouths found each other over and over — first with fury, then with trembling reverence. Mo Tianzun tasted like blood, snow, and something ancient — something Longxuan had mourned and prayed for, buried beneath memories and moonlight.
And Tianzun… Tianzun clung like a drowning soul. His hands buried in Longxuan's robes, voice cracking with every breath he stole between kisses.
"I hate you," he gasped into Longxuan's mouth. "I hate you for finding me again…"
"I never stopped looking," Longxuan whispered against his lips. "Even when the world said you were dead."
Tianzun broke.
His legs gave in. He collapsed into the snow, dragging Longxuan with him.
Their bodies pressed together, robes damp, skin burning. Longxuan's hands found the curve of Tianzun's spine beneath layers of silk and leather. He traced every old scar, every tremor — like reading a scripture written only for him.
When their bodies moved, it was slow at first — reverent.
Then deeper.
Then faster.
Until the snow beneath them felt like fire, melting beneath the heat they summoned.
Tianzun arched beneath him, gasping, clutching at Longxuan's shoulders, his words tumbling in broken breaths.
"Don't stop…"
"Please…"
"I want to forget everything—except you…"
Longxuan kissed away his tears. "You don't have to forget. You only have to feel me now."
And Tianzun did.
Over and over again, whispering his name like a prayer.
Until finally—
He broke.
Tears slid down his cheeks. His body trembled beneath Longxuan's, and he buried his face against his shoulder, voice raw and pleading.
"Don't leave me again," Tianzun wept. "Even if I say I don't need you… I do. I do. I can't bear another lifetime without you."
Longxuan held him tighter, wrapping them both beneath his robe as snow continued to fall — silent, pure, unknowing.
"I'm not leaving," he murmured into Tianzun's ear. "I found you again, and I will never let you go. Not even death will stop me next time."
They stayed like that — breathless, tangled, warm.
Two souls who had lost everything.
But now, at last…
They had found each other again.
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Author's Note: next time I'm gonna make some explicit scene for you guys but for now let's make it implicit.