[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.]
[neither of them are really moving away and, honestly, things are straying forward in the direction they shouldn't be going.
or rather shouldn't if anyone were properly supervising them. there is a small part of jin ling that remembers who they'll have to face if they're caught but--- his uncle is less scary now that jin ling towers over him and if hanguang-jun tries to kill him what a memory to have as he goes.
the hindbrain chasing 'this feels good with the boy i like' wins out over reason. it might have something to do with the way sizhui is touching his neck, which is something new jin ling learns about himself as the first firm touch earns a gasp and a shudder.
but! he focuses.] Only a little. [wait, wrong focus.] Um. [he shakes his head.] No, I definitely want to be alone like this. [which is a level of openness and vulnerability that used to only be accompanied by word vomit and maybe a few tears, years ago. look at that growth.
his words are honest this time and he's not stopping his hands as they slide up to sizhui's hips, holding him close.] We--- should let them know though. Our uncles and uh.. Hanguang-jun. But after we've spent a little time alone.
[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.]
[what jin ling intends to do, now that he's had a moment to process that is agree that they can tell the proper people later. which, admittedly, was his idea so there is no need to agree.
but!
he's not exactly thinking with the right head at the moment. sizhui really isn't helping with his lips to jin ling's neck. not at all. because that earns a soft groan, followed by a gasp. jin ling instinctively tilts his head back, as his hands slide to the firm muscles of sizhui's ass and pull their hips together.] Fuck.
[lucky for them both, they needn't use their proper heads to think at the moment, not when it's already been decided and sizhui's seizing his moment. (it's rude, no doubt about that, but can he be blamed?) they don't often get alone time and who knows when it may happen again after this?
he isn't trying to help though, he's trying to make his boyfriend feel good, to learn what he likes and doesn't, what makes him tick; it's fun experimentation, especially when he gets reactions like the one just now. as jin ling tilts his head back, sizhui smirks, tips slightly too, then lets the blunt of his teeth drag across jin ling's throat, a soft, heavy sigh warming the skin beneath his mouth. however, it's a noise that pitches higher in octave, growing into an actual moan once jin ling grips his ass and somehow drags him closer, cursing as he does.
his lips move further downward, drifting to jin ling's collarbone, both hands lifting, reaching around his shoulders and lacing together across the back of his neck, his left fingers catching some of the other male's hair. he can't resist murmuring,] Not now, but someday soon. [his tone is teasing, yet promising while he continues squirming in his lap.]
how is jin ling supposed to function in a world where lan sizhui has said that to him. ancestors, gods and demi-gods have mercy on him. wait. jin ling scrunches his nose, not wanting to think of the slew of ancestors at this time.
not that jin ling is really thinking, not with teeth on his collarbone and sizhui's grip in his hair. he's learning a lot about himself in this moment, as he ruts up to meet the heat of sizhui's hardness between his legs. ] You can't just say that -- [ the man who's outgrown the title of 'young mistress' complains, but that is not all he does. jin ling's hands slide to sizhui's outer thighs, to hoist him up and lift him so that he falls back flat on the table with jin ling kneeling between his thighs. ] You're going to drive me crazy if you say that.
but no, really, sizhui knows exactly what he's done by saying that and is all of a sudden very glad he's got his face buried against jin ling's skin. busying himself with nudging aside the other man's robes so he can nip at the spot below his collarbone instead, just the slightest catch of teeth, a faint amount of suction then sizhui pulls back once he's certain there will be an angry red mark; a little something jin ling can remember him by later, yet is still able to cover so no one else knows their business.
to be honest, what he's done feels fair, especially after jin ling bucks up against him like that, earning an abrupt and high-pitched, though somewhat stilted groan. sizhui's teeth sink into the side of his cheek, a pitiful attempt at muffling the last of his already petering-off sound, his ears flushed bright red.] And why can't I—? [while there's more he'd been hoping to say, all coherent thought is momentarily derailed as jin ling's hands move to his thighs, lift him up and drop him backward on the table, where jin ling then pitches over him, settled in-between his thighs.
it takes a moment for clarity to return, for sizhui to catch his breath enough and softly ask,] What if I want you to go crazy, Jin Ling? [what then, hm? he's considering, but in this new position, he can't resist shifting, hooking his legs over jin ling's hips and drawing both hands around to his neck, one thumb pressed up underneath his jaw, the other stroking down over his throat while sizhui finds the pulsepoint on the opposite side of jin ling's neck and decidedly starts working on giving him a hickey there too.]
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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.]
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or rather shouldn't if anyone were properly supervising them. there is a small part of jin ling that remembers who they'll have to face if they're caught but--- his uncle is less scary now that jin ling towers over him and if hanguang-jun tries to kill him what a memory to have as he goes.
the hindbrain chasing 'this feels good with the boy i like' wins out over reason. it might have something to do with the way sizhui is touching his neck, which is something new jin ling learns about himself as the first firm touch earns a gasp and a shudder.
but! he focuses.] Only a little. [wait, wrong focus.] Um. [he shakes his head.] No, I definitely want to be alone like this. [which is a level of openness and vulnerability that used to only be accompanied by word vomit and maybe a few tears, years ago. look at that growth.
his words are honest this time and he's not stopping his hands as they slide up to sizhui's hips, holding him close.] We--- should let them know though. Our uncles and uh.. Hanguang-jun. But after we've spent a little time alone.
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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.]
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but!
he's not exactly thinking with the right head at the moment. sizhui really isn't helping with his lips to jin ling's neck. not at all. because that earns a soft groan, followed by a gasp. jin ling instinctively tilts his head back, as his hands slide to the firm muscles of sizhui's ass and pull their hips together.] Fuck.
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he isn't trying to help though, he's trying to make his boyfriend feel good, to learn what he likes and doesn't, what makes him tick; it's fun experimentation, especially when he gets reactions like the one just now. as jin ling tilts his head back, sizhui smirks, tips slightly too, then lets the blunt of his teeth drag across jin ling's throat, a soft, heavy sigh warming the skin beneath his mouth. however, it's a noise that pitches higher in octave, growing into an actual moan once jin ling grips his ass and somehow drags him closer, cursing as he does.
his lips move further downward, drifting to jin ling's collarbone, both hands lifting, reaching around his shoulders and lacing together across the back of his neck, his left fingers catching some of the other male's hair. he can't resist murmuring,] Not now, but someday soon. [his tone is teasing, yet promising while he continues squirming in his lap.]
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what?!
how is jin ling supposed to function in a world where lan sizhui has said that to him. ancestors, gods and demi-gods have mercy on him. wait. jin ling scrunches his nose, not wanting to think of the slew of ancestors at this time.
not that jin ling is really thinking, not with teeth on his collarbone and sizhui's grip in his hair. he's learning a lot about himself in this moment, as he ruts up to meet the heat of sizhui's hardness between his legs. ] You can't just say that -- [ the man who's outgrown the title of 'young mistress' complains, but that is not all he does. jin ling's hands slide to sizhui's outer thighs, to hoist him up and lift him so that he falls back flat on the table with jin ling kneeling between his thighs. ] You're going to drive me crazy if you say that.
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but no, really, sizhui knows exactly what he's done by saying that and is all of a sudden very glad he's got his face buried against jin ling's skin. busying himself with nudging aside the other man's robes so he can nip at the spot below his collarbone instead, just the slightest catch of teeth, a faint amount of suction then sizhui pulls back once he's certain there will be an angry red mark; a little something jin ling can remember him by later, yet is still able to cover so no one else knows their business.
to be honest, what he's done feels fair, especially after jin ling bucks up against him like that, earning an abrupt and high-pitched, though somewhat stilted groan. sizhui's teeth sink into the side of his cheek, a pitiful attempt at muffling the last of his already petering-off sound, his ears flushed bright red.] And why can't I—? [while there's more he'd been hoping to say, all coherent thought is momentarily derailed as jin ling's hands move to his thighs, lift him up and drop him backward on the table, where jin ling then pitches over him, settled in-between his thighs.
it takes a moment for clarity to return, for sizhui to catch his breath enough and softly ask,] What if I want you to go crazy, Jin Ling? [what then, hm? he's considering, but in this new position, he can't resist shifting, hooking his legs over jin ling's hips and drawing both hands around to his neck, one thumb pressed up underneath his jaw, the other stroking down over his throat while sizhui finds the pulsepoint on the opposite side of jin ling's neck and decidedly starts working on giving him a hickey there too.]