[kiss is-- well, jin ling actually isn't sure what he expected of kissing. he doesn't really have practice in it and it's not like he could talk to his uncle about these matters.
he'd been too young, to nervous to ask his xiao-- to ask jin guangyao when he'd been alive and who would have told him.
he's not about ask his dai-jiu, now. first of all, because he's pretty sure he'd give awful advice and going to your uncle to ask him about kissing his---no, nope. jin ling doesn't finish that train of thought and focuses on the now, on the feel of sizhui's lips against his own.
he likes this, they way they're a little dry and taste like something he can't place but is distinctly sizhui. jin ling lifts his hand from where it's been awkwardly laying on the table, finds himself cupping the side of sizhui's neck. there's still so much distance between them and that-- well, that's not right.] You're so far away. [he says over the table, spoken against sizhui's lips. there's a hint of petulance there that is a faint reminder of the 'young madam' he once was.]
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he'd been too young, to nervous to ask his xiao-- to ask jin guangyao when he'd been alive and who would have told him.
he's not about ask his dai-jiu, now. first of all, because he's pretty sure he'd give awful advice and going to your uncle to ask him about kissing his---no, nope. jin ling doesn't finish that train of thought and focuses on the now, on the feel of sizhui's lips against his own.
he likes this, they way they're a little dry and taste like something he can't place but is distinctly sizhui. jin ling lifts his hand from where it's been awkwardly laying on the table, finds himself cupping the side of sizhui's neck. there's still so much distance between them and that-- well, that's not right.] You're so far away. [he says over the table, spoken against sizhui's lips. there's a hint of petulance there that is a faint reminder of the 'young madam' he once was.]