Good enough. He absently leans into the hand stroking his hair, humming contentedly, sipping from the bottle every few minutes.
Really? The whole thing? He doesn't question it outright though, just keeps right on drinking, gaze darting after Jiang Cheng when he goes to rummage through one of the drawers. With the faintest head-tilt, Sizhui considers the package, an eyebrow initially lifting with partial confusion then both of them hike toward his hairline once he's presented with a chocolate chip cookie of all things.
Sugar is somewhat of a weakness for him and the fact this is what he's being offered, it's a little too ironic. Like Jiang Cheng knew exactly what to do in this moment. Again, he fights back the urge to ask, takes the snack and breaks it in half, starting on one bit first.
He sighs softly once Jiang Cheng's hand returns to his hair, nudges up against it like an affectionate kitten seeking more attention, becoming more focused with each passing minute. However, when the man kneels down in front of him, removes his jeans and panties, takes the necessary time to clean him up before oh-so-carefully helping him back into his pants, Sizhui can't help the momentary astonishment that overtakes his expression; he has only ever given himself aftercare and, being real, it probably hasn't been the best. Seeing Jiang Cheng tuck the lacy undergarments away in his pocket makes him bite his lip, features softening into a smile, something more playful.
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Really? The whole thing? He doesn't question it outright though, just keeps right on drinking, gaze darting after Jiang Cheng when he goes to rummage through one of the drawers. With the faintest head-tilt, Sizhui considers the package, an eyebrow initially lifting with partial confusion then both of them hike toward his hairline once he's presented with a chocolate chip cookie of all things.
Sugar is somewhat of a weakness for him and the fact this is what he's being offered, it's a little too ironic. Like Jiang Cheng knew exactly what to do in this moment. Again, he fights back the urge to ask, takes the snack and breaks it in half, starting on one bit first.
He sighs softly once Jiang Cheng's hand returns to his hair, nudges up against it like an affectionate kitten seeking more attention, becoming more focused with each passing minute. However, when the man kneels down in front of him, removes his jeans and panties, takes the necessary time to clean him up before oh-so-carefully helping him back into his pants, Sizhui can't help the momentary astonishment that overtakes his expression; he has only ever given himself aftercare and, being real, it probably hasn't been the best. Seeing Jiang Cheng tuck the lacy undergarments away in his pocket makes him bite his lip, features softening into a smile, something more playful.
“Guess I'll have to buy a new pair, hm?”