Ivan sighed lightly, nuzzling into the crook of the smaller man's neck, arms protective around the frail waist. Yao made something of an acknowledging hum in turn, though it was still heavily laced in a haze that said he hadn't quite come down from the pleasure induced high. He then made a small whine of protest as the nuzzling agitated recently broken skin.
"I can't believe you bit me, aru." Yao mumbled, swatting gently at his lover, "Ivan, let me up, aru."
"Don't want to." The blonde supplied simply, sleepily and nuzzled back into his temporary nesting spot, though he was at least conscious of the bite and gave it a gentle kiss, "I didn't bite that hard…not even bleeding this time."
He chuckled when the words earned him another swat and merely cuddled the Chinese man more, "Yao's so adorable when he's pretending to be upset~"
Any further protest that Yao had originally intended were cut off when he felt frozen lips against his and fell into silence with a small shudder and sigh. The kiss was slow, tender, no real intent behind it past the brief contact. When they pulled apart, just enough to look each other in the eye, Yao gave a defeated sigh and a wary smile, "You've not changed a bit, aru…still thinking everything's a game, aru…." He temporarily buried his face in Ivan's hair, playing with the fluffy locks, "Aiya…I'm too old for games, aru…."
He didn't seem annoyed; not at all. He even smiled when he felt Ivan giggle against his skin. He soon shifted to where he could curl into Ivan's larger frame, now at an angle that he could easily nuzzle up under his chin. He gave the scarf a wary look, but didn't press—he rather liked it as a pillow, anyways. So, instead of his usual protests about Ivan potentially choking in his sleep, he merely rearranged the lengthy ends so they folded around them, acting as a slight blanket and pillow.
Ivan smiled softly, playing with the silk like dark hair, watching it pool and form a slight halo on the pillow. The steady, rhythmic breathing soon signaled that the smaller man was fast asleep, curled up against his chest, and oblivious to the rest of the world. The Russian closed his arms around the smaller frame once more, pulling him as close as possible, enough that he could rest his head over Yao's, keeping the man securely enveloped against his body.
In passing, he saw the fading pink against his shoulder and bit back the sigh; swallowed the rush of distaste that the mark always brought. He didn't like thinking of anyone tarnishing the beautiful body-except for himself of course- and let it go, slowly, with a forced, slow breath. Instead of mulling on the unpleasant feelings, he shifted, enough to where he could kiss lightly at Yao's shoulder, at the tip of the offending scar. The Chinese man squirmed, vaguely aware that the scar was being noticed, but stayed fast asleep; a sign of trust, a sign of security…and if Ivan really let himself believe it, a sign of love.
The Russian smiled and settled back to his original position, feeling the haze letting out to exhaustion. In final conscious thought, he loosened his scarf from his neck, rearranging the material so it was wrapped around both of them and nuzzled down into the dark hair, soon in a deep slumber. All the while, he maintained the protective grip on the smaller body.
...Oh my gawd, it's been so long since I posted on ...I forgot how weird the formating system is orz.