[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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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.]