[being completely, one-hundred-percent honest, jin ling has earned something special; sizhui's never, ever made a sound like the moan he'd just let out mere moments ago and it makes sense, with them being a couple, they'd take pleasure in discovering new things about each other.
what's outright rude about their current position, however, is that jin ling bucks up against him again afterward, earning a soft yet still higher-pitched gasp of surprise.
seriously now? so much for his attempt at winding them down by pulling back, but let's be real here: sizhui can't get mad or stay bemused for long, given his earlier initiation, what with the whole climbing into jin ling's lap thing . . . deep breath in, hold, let it back out aaand alright, that's at least a little bit better. (because distracting himself by thinking how nice it'd be to push jin ling over and pin him down won't help them chill out any less, either—)
he quietly shushes following the pitiful complaint, both hands moving around, fingers interlocking across jin ling's nape once his boyfriend's hands rest along his thighs; a rather dangerous area, considering his sensitivity, but jin ling thankfully can't feel goosebumps above his clothes and sizhui's not focusing on where those hands are, just silently appreciating how nice the slight weight feels, how jin ling's holding him in place by gripping his flowy robes. his lips purse and he playfully narrows his eyes,] A little, [is emphasized though since sizhui isn't making any motion to remove himself from jin ling's lap, but hasn't let his hands start wandering again just yet. the faintest smile does quirk his lips at the edges toward jin ling's huff before he leads with,] How do you think we should proceed from here? [and then, for some reassurance, he caresses jin ling's neck, working over to where it curves into his shoulder.]
Would you rather we not be alone like this? In case we can't control ourselves... [spoken like it's actually something he's concerned about, and yet he's already struggling with keeping his hands motionless.]
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what's outright rude about their current position, however, is that jin ling bucks up against him again afterward, earning a soft yet still higher-pitched gasp of surprise.
seriously now? so much for his attempt at winding them down by pulling back, but let's be real here: sizhui can't get mad or stay bemused for long, given his earlier initiation, what with the whole climbing into jin ling's lap thing . . . deep breath in, hold, let it back out aaand alright, that's at least a little bit better. (because distracting himself by thinking how nice it'd be to push jin ling over and pin him down won't help them chill out any less, either—)
he quietly shushes following the pitiful complaint, both hands moving around, fingers interlocking across jin ling's nape once his boyfriend's hands rest along his thighs; a rather dangerous area, considering his sensitivity, but jin ling thankfully can't feel goosebumps above his clothes and sizhui's not focusing on where those hands are, just silently appreciating how nice the slight weight feels, how jin ling's holding him in place by gripping his flowy robes. his lips purse and he playfully narrows his eyes,] A little, [is emphasized though since sizhui isn't making any motion to remove himself from jin ling's lap, but hasn't let his hands start wandering again just yet. the faintest smile does quirk his lips at the edges toward jin ling's huff before he leads with,] How do you think we should proceed from here? [and then, for some reassurance, he caresses jin ling's neck, working over to where it curves into his shoulder.]
Would you rather we not be alone like this? In case we can't control ourselves... [spoken like it's actually something he's concerned about, and yet he's already struggling with keeping his hands motionless.]