[see, proper supervision doesn't reside in lan jingyi; the moment he realized there was no ignoring how sizhui and jin ling made goo-goo eyes at each other between conversation, he figured he'd leave them to their own devices (and maybe – just maybe – this is exactly what he'd expected to happen).
if it's that, at least jingyi can say he never meant for them to get out of hand, alongside allowing his two friends whatever little privacy they can get while he's off collecting snacks.
later on down the line, sizhui's going to thank him a thousand times over, especially considering all these new things he's discovering about his boyfriend right now. the way he gasps and shivers after his neck is touched, how he oh-so-boldly decides they should accept what's given to them in alone time without any misstepping (which sizhui's proud of, by the way! he's doing great—) then those hands are moving over his hips, earning an almost breathless-sounding sigh, his own hand stilling momentarily on jin ling's shoulder.
that hand splays, palm flattened, fingers faintly dragging as he moves it downward and rests it against the other man's chest, just above where his heart beats.] Afterward, we will tell them, [he agrees.] Until that time comes... [then he's trailing off, letting himself shift closer, his head ducking into jin ling's neck where he ghosts his mouth across the pulsepoint.
sizhui's intentions are clear: make jin ling react further by teasing him, but both his hands move too, lowering to rest on jin ling's, encouraging more touching while he experimentally shifts his hips against him again.]
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if it's that, at least jingyi can say he never meant for them to get out of hand, alongside allowing his two friends whatever little privacy they can get while he's off collecting snacks.
later on down the line, sizhui's going to thank him a thousand times over, especially considering all these new things he's discovering about his boyfriend right now. the way he gasps and shivers after his neck is touched, how he oh-so-boldly decides they should accept what's given to them in alone time without any misstepping (which sizhui's proud of, by the way! he's doing great—) then those hands are moving over his hips, earning an almost breathless-sounding sigh, his own hand stilling momentarily on jin ling's shoulder.
that hand splays, palm flattened, fingers faintly dragging as he moves it downward and rests it against the other man's chest, just above where his heart beats.] Afterward, we will tell them, [he agrees.] Until that time comes... [then he's trailing off, letting himself shift closer, his head ducking into jin ling's neck where he ghosts his mouth across the pulsepoint.
sizhui's intentions are clear: make jin ling react further by teasing him, but both his hands move too, lowering to rest on jin ling's, encouraging more touching while he experimentally shifts his hips against him again.]