[the sound of sizhui gasping like that, of moaning like that is definitely something jin ling wants to hear again.

it feels like he's attained something impossible, something special and sacred and wholly theirs to share. which, okay, he does not have the lan self control to not roll his hips up again when he gains a reaction even if he'd been the one to freeze up at first.

which-- okay, betrayal by his own body? not fair.

the loss of contact nearly earns a whine but jin ling isn't the whining young mistress anymore, definitely not in this moment. his hands settle on sizhui's outer thighs, tangled in the fabric of the robes that cover his pants. it's a distraction for now, good enough to keep them busy as they breathe each other's air and try to calm down.] Just a little? [and there's that somewhat huffy tone, though it's followed with a laugh and jin ling's lucky his voice is deeper now that he's no longer navigating his early teenager years. the huff does come though, soft but there.] We should talk, yeah. We should--- if we were to do this the proper way, we shouldn't get this worked up. [Or be alone together. Or hold hands at this stage when courting gifts haven't been exchanged.

not that jin ling is moving away or letting sizhui move an inch if he tries.]