[whatever he might've anticipated (which isn't much, given his own lack of experience), it wasn't anything like this and it's absolutely nothing like the sloppy drunken cheek-kiss lan jingyi had planted on him one night.
no, this is warm and inviting and all jin ling, made even more welcoming by the faint hint of honey-sweetened tea lingering on sizhui's lips.
and as tempted as he is to poke his tongue out, lick over the line of jin ling's lips, he hesitates for now because this already feels like a lot despite it only being a rather simple liplock. besides, he's somewhat struggling with where to put and keep his hands, something he's hoping isn't too noticeable while they're kissing. these poor boys, their lack of advice will inevitably come back to bite them, but that's the furthest thing from his thoughts. what has lan sizhui pausing and earning jin ling a breathy gasp is when that hand finds his neck, goosebumps prickling his skin once those words come, a little sulky, though not failing to pique his interest.]
So it would seem, [he murmurs, super-duper tempted to tease jin ling further even if his next shift will be more than playful. lowering both hands, they splay on the table between them, holding him steady as he straightens, carefully guides himself onto then effectively over it so he can straddle jin ling's waist instead and hook his arms around his shoulders after he's settled.] How is this? Better, you think? [asked innocently enough with an actual inquiring head-tilt, but alongside his small half-smirk, it isn't looking too sincere.]
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no, this is warm and inviting and all jin ling, made even more welcoming by the faint hint of honey-sweetened tea lingering on sizhui's lips.
and as tempted as he is to poke his tongue out, lick over the line of jin ling's lips, he hesitates for now because this already feels like a lot despite it only being a rather simple liplock. besides, he's somewhat struggling with where to put and keep his hands, something he's hoping isn't too noticeable while they're kissing. these poor boys, their lack of advice will inevitably come back to bite them, but that's the furthest thing from his thoughts. what has lan sizhui pausing and earning jin ling a breathy gasp is when that hand finds his neck, goosebumps prickling his skin once those words come, a little sulky, though not failing to pique his interest.]
So it would seem, [he murmurs, super-duper tempted to tease jin ling further even if his next shift will be more than playful. lowering both hands, they splay on the table between them, holding him steady as he straightens, carefully guides himself onto then effectively over it so he can straddle jin ling's waist instead and hook his arms around his shoulders after he's settled.] How is this? Better, you think? [asked innocently enough with an actual inquiring head-tilt, but alongside his small half-smirk, it isn't looking too sincere.]