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[ lin jingheng does this thing where he just sweeps lu bixing directly off of his feet, and this is one of them. he's already over the moon with that sudden, impatient, desperate kiss, a little weak at the knees, and then lin so gently takes the patch off.
his eye injury's still not fully healed, but it's healing nicely, at least. it's ugly and scarred up from where the shadows plunged into steal it, like claw marks, and he feels a little nervous as he peers up at lin jingheng.
he is so unreasonably handsome. gorgeous, with the way the water hits him. with that smile on his face. with the way he pushes his hair back, he is just unreasonably beautiful, and as lin jingheng catches his finger under his chin he leans into it stupidly, much like a puppy, mouth a little open. it takes him a full second to realize lin jingheng has asked him a question.
turn around??? ??? his brain goes about twenty five different directions and not a single one of them is safe for work and he makes a little noise that suspiciously just sounds like "hghhk" instead of a word. ]
Sure. [ a
AND HE WILL DO THAT??
and plant one of his hands on the shower wall and just like fantasize for the next ten seconds goodbye ]
his eye injury's still not fully healed, but it's healing nicely, at least. it's ugly and scarred up from where the shadows plunged into steal it, like claw marks, and he feels a little nervous as he peers up at lin jingheng.
he is so unreasonably handsome. gorgeous, with the way the water hits him. with that smile on his face. with the way he pushes his hair back, he is just unreasonably beautiful, and as lin jingheng catches his finger under his chin he leans into it stupidly, much like a puppy, mouth a little open. it takes him a full second to realize lin jingheng has asked him a question.
turn around??? ??? his brain goes about twenty five different directions and not a single one of them is safe for work and he makes a little noise that suspiciously just sounds like "hghhk" instead of a word. ]
Sure. [ a
AND HE WILL DO THAT??
and plant one of his hands on the shower wall and just like fantasize for the next ten seconds goodbye ]
[ maybe it seems cruel, but his hand slides into lu bixing's hair, and he tightens his grip to pull him up to his full height, so he barely has to tip his head down to whisper in his ear like this, flat-footed, the two of them maybe an inch off of one another. ]
Are you that impatient, Lu Bixing?
[ they're honestly flush, back to front, it's not impossssssible for lu bixing to know how he makes lin jingheng feel after doing that. it's a little different, but it's not unwanted, it's not unattractive, it's still lu bixing and he'd clutch onto him all the same. ]
You're too tense anyways.
[ bitch. ]
Are you that impatient, Lu Bixing?
[ they're honestly flush, back to front, it's not impossssssible for lu bixing to know how he makes lin jingheng feel after doing that. it's a little different, but it's not unwanted, it's not unattractive, it's still lu bixing and he'd clutch onto him all the same. ]
You're too tense anyways.
[ bitch. ]
We were blacked out... detectable as a rock.
[ he slides fingers over the white knuckled grip lu bixing has his coat in, strokes down the trembling tendons and closes his eyes. he cocoons them in, and the theatre remains fairly dark and still just for the two of them. ]
She made sure we'd never be found...
[ "i didn't expect you to find us. i don't hold that against you." he clutches back against lu bixing, meets his eyes, his trembling voice. he presses against his chest, steadies him with the pressure of their hearts thudding rapidly against one another. nightmare after nightmare, his head is swimming. ]
Don't.
[ he slides fingers over the white knuckled grip lu bixing has his coat in, strokes down the trembling tendons and closes his eyes. he cocoons them in, and the theatre remains fairly dark and still just for the two of them. ]
She made sure we'd never be found...
[ "i didn't expect you to find us. i don't hold that against you." he clutches back against lu bixing, meets his eyes, his trembling voice. he presses against his chest, steadies him with the pressure of their hearts thudding rapidly against one another. nightmare after nightmare, his head is swimming. ]
Don't.
[ SORRY HIS NOSE STARTS BLEEDING A LITTLE
thank fucking god he's not like. facing lin jingheng if only for this exact reason. it's only a little bit. just a little bit! haha. oh god. well. if he wasn't horny before he is now its fine. his hand grips at the very wet wall and he makes a little noise that's a little higher pitched than he anticipates, pressing back into lin jingheng immediately
a little too cheekily, maybe? a little too cheekily, he breathes out - ]
Maybe you'd help me relax?
[ at least he has enough brain to flirt back ]
thank fucking god he's not like. facing lin jingheng if only for this exact reason. it's only a little bit. just a little bit! haha. oh god. well. if he wasn't horny before he is now its fine. his hand grips at the very wet wall and he makes a little noise that's a little higher pitched than he anticipates, pressing back into lin jingheng immediately
a little too cheekily, maybe? a little too cheekily, he breathes out - ]
Maybe you'd help me relax?
[ at least he has enough brain to flirt back ]
[ god.
he takes a slow, steadying breath and lets lin's fingers ground him. it feels like a dam has broken - he's done decently at keeping himself from crying except their very first day, but the tears are starting now and won't stop, and he just lets them fall.
seeing lin nearly die again on the screen, and knowing what happened in that seventeen year block is both horrifying and comforting in a twisted way (knowing he wasn't living some other life but hell, instead). it's also distracting from the horror of his own guilt and shame of the seventeen years he lived without him, too, and he just sinks into lin jingheng and shakes his head against his jacket. ]
I'm so sorry. [ he says, instead, quietly. muffled. miserably. sorry more that he had to go through it than anything - that he was alone. ]
he takes a slow, steadying breath and lets lin's fingers ground him. it feels like a dam has broken - he's done decently at keeping himself from crying except their very first day, but the tears are starting now and won't stop, and he just lets them fall.
seeing lin nearly die again on the screen, and knowing what happened in that seventeen year block is both horrifying and comforting in a twisted way (knowing he wasn't living some other life but hell, instead). it's also distracting from the horror of his own guilt and shame of the seventeen years he lived without him, too, and he just sinks into lin jingheng and shakes his head against his jacket. ]
I'm so sorry. [ he says, instead, quietly. muffled. miserably. sorry more that he had to go through it than anything - that he was alone. ]
[ oh.
yeah.
yep.
he knew it. he like FELT IT IN HIS ASS that he was watering up in the eyes. he sits up and pats the space beside him closer. the way you do for a dog that's like come here!!! ]
No.
[ he holds out a hand to accept him. ]
I was teasing you.
[ which is weird bc normally lu bixing takes these things in brilliant stride, if not flinging them back in his face.
so he will be gentle for a minute. ]
I wouldn't be alive without you.
yeah.
yep.
he knew it. he like FELT IT IN HIS ASS that he was watering up in the eyes. he sits up and pats the space beside him closer. the way you do for a dog that's like come here!!! ]
No.
[ he holds out a hand to accept him. ]
I was teasing you.
[ which is weird bc normally lu bixing takes these things in brilliant stride, if not flinging them back in his face.
so he will be gentle for a minute. ]
I wouldn't be alive without you.
[ lu bixing looks so pathetic. have you ever seen a more pathetic face? like, a ghibli tear comes down his cheek. 🥺🥺🥺
but he will accept this like a giant spoiled baby and take his hand, scooching over closer, much like a dog. he looks so sad. this is a tragedy. he sniffles. ]
...Really? [ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ] I've been so scared, I thought, if that's a reason you can't love me, I won't ever do anything weird ever again.......
but he will accept this like a giant spoiled baby and take his hand, scooching over closer, much like a dog. he looks so sad. this is a tragedy. he sniffles. ]
...Really? [ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ] I've been so scared, I thought, if that's a reason you can't love me, I won't ever do anything weird ever again.......
Yes.
[ oh that sniffle. this is pathetic. ]
... Yes you are mine.
[ he holds him a little tighter. oh.
god he's so mean. the realization hits him a little like a droplet of cold sweat on the back of his neck.
fuck. he holds him a little tighter. ]
Bixing.
[ oh that sniffle. this is pathetic. ]
... Yes you are mine.
[ he holds him a little tighter. oh.
god he's so mean. the realization hits him a little like a droplet of cold sweat on the back of his neck.
fuck. he holds him a little tighter. ]
Bixing.
[ he is truly so stupidly pathetic
but okay he'll take this. this helps. he just feels so... insecure today, in ways he really doesn't that often? in the same way he has since lin initially came back, that he was so scared that lin didn't love him. it feels nice to hear that. reaassuring.
he sniffles a little and nods, lifting his arms to wrap around his shoulders and pressing his forehead to his. weh. ]
Even though I'm missing an eye and I read you a weird book to wake you up even though it was just because I really didn't think it was going to work and even though I'm not as happy as I used to be and did some self experimentation and -
[ please stop ]
but okay he'll take this. this helps. he just feels so... insecure today, in ways he really doesn't that often? in the same way he has since lin initially came back, that he was so scared that lin didn't love him. it feels nice to hear that. reaassuring.
he sniffles a little and nods, lifting his arms to wrap around his shoulders and pressing his forehead to his. weh. ]
Even though I'm missing an eye and I read you a weird book to wake you up even though it was just because I really didn't think it was going to work and even though I'm not as happy as I used to be and did some self experimentation and -
[ please stop ]
[ the blood... he just... thumbs it away uncaringly, letting the shower wash it from his skin immediately. ]
I can do that.
[ oh he IS cheeky. and lin jingheng is willing to entertain it, more than willing at this point as he reaches for one of their toiletry bottles and pouring a sparing amount of shampoo into it. as he lathers it in his hands, softer: ]
Tilt your head back, Bixing. And close your eyes.
I can do that.
[ oh he IS cheeky. and lin jingheng is willing to entertain it, more than willing at this point as he reaches for one of their toiletry bottles and pouring a sparing amount of shampoo into it. as he lathers it in his hands, softer: ]
Tilt your head back, Bixing. And close your eyes.
[ thanks honey
his dignity appreciates that. it also appreciates the fact that lin is indulging him. honestly. if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
tragically he does not but he does obey, making a soft noise and settling into the happy warm feeling of the body pressed behind his, of the smooth sound of lin's voice in his ear. he leans back a little, tilting the back of his head against lin jingheng's shoulder and closing his remaining eye.
(he does peek briefly at his reflection in the mirror steamy as it is to make sure he looks hot from this angle. does he look hot from this angle? good. okay. carry on.)]
his dignity appreciates that. it also appreciates the fact that lin is indulging him. honestly. if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
tragically he does not but he does obey, making a soft noise and settling into the happy warm feeling of the body pressed behind his, of the smooth sound of lin's voice in his ear. he leans back a little, tilting the back of his head against lin jingheng's shoulder and closing his remaining eye.
(he does peek briefly at his reflection in the mirror steamy as it is to make sure he looks hot from this angle. does he look hot from this angle? good. okay. carry on.)]
[ god... he's so cute... he just admires him for a second as he encroaches in on his space, and then reaches up to very gently put the cookie dough piece in his mouth. only partially, enough to brush teeth and tongue.
and then leans forward, to very, very gently eat the other side of it, so their lips brush when he does, having to hold very still to keep from like smashing their mouths together or biting him or getting way too overexcited. momf. ]
and then leans forward, to very, very gently eat the other side of it, so their lips brush when he does, having to hold very still to keep from like smashing their mouths together or biting him or getting way too overexcited. momf. ]
[ yes babe, you look great from this angle. incredible actually. he makes sure that he can actually wash his hair from this ankle, scrubbing slowly along his scalp in thorough circles. slippery curls fall through his fingers, and the suds likely end up falling between them, warm from friction while the water remains uncomfortable and teetering.
his thumb skates over the shell of his ear at one point, stroking fondly, taking its time. ]
his thumb skates over the shell of his ear at one point, stroking fondly, taking its time. ]
[ gay........ this is the gayest way to share food you aren't supposed to be eating in the first place.
but he will take the hint. it isn't hard when something presses against his lips with the familiar scent of sugar and lu bixing hovering close in anticipation, warm breath on his cheeks. he bites into it, and it's a little clumsy so he doesn't spill any crumbs from it.
he's speechless for a moment, a) because he has cookie dough in his mouth and b) because maybe he's a little pink in the cheeks. man. bwah. he chews thoughtfully. ]
but he will take the hint. it isn't hard when something presses against his lips with the familiar scent of sugar and lu bixing hovering close in anticipation, warm breath on his cheeks. he bites into it, and it's a little clumsy so he doesn't spill any crumbs from it.
he's speechless for a moment, a) because he has cookie dough in his mouth and b) because maybe he's a little pink in the cheeks. man. bwah. he chews thoughtfully. ]
[ oh, that's soooo nice. lu bixing will not allow himself to get too lost in his fantasies, because he does want to live in the moment, and he reins himself back in from an increasingly dirty shower talk scenario right out of one of those novels and focuses instead on lin's hands in his hair. that feels so nice - his curls are thick and his hair is perfect and fluffy and nice to touch for lin's benefit - and his fingertips scrubbing into his scalp are heavenly. he sighs, content, as some of the trial weekend tension starts to finally curl away and out of his muscles, melting almost bonelessly into lin jingheng's chest.
when he thumbs at his ear, he makes a little noise, soft and pleased, and tilts his head up into it like he could chase it, letting it give him little goosebumps. lu bixing would love to do something with his hands, but for now, he's allowed to just be spoiled, though he does let one of his hands drift backwards to rest very lightly on his hip, just for the sake of connection. the coldish, tepid water is completely forgotten in favor of finally taking the chance to relax. ]
when he thumbs at his ear, he makes a little noise, soft and pleased, and tilts his head up into it like he could chase it, letting it give him little goosebumps. lu bixing would love to do something with his hands, but for now, he's allowed to just be spoiled, though he does let one of his hands drift backwards to rest very lightly on his hip, just for the sake of connection. the coldish, tepid water is completely forgotten in favor of finally taking the chance to relax. ]
[ the hand on his hip ears a soft sound, a breathless huff of a laugh as he squeezes the suds from lu bixing's hair and lets them run between his knuckles. a smile blooms over his lips as he relishes in how at ease lu bixing feels against his body. he's melting and lin jingheng stays steady, rinsing the last of the soap from his hair and letting his lips graze his temples.
he hasn't flagged really, the hand on his hip makes it worse, embarrassing even, but he doesn't pull away, unable to bring himself to do so, rather, he leans in and presses lips to his ear again like a reward.
with his other hand, he holds him steady against his chest, palm spread over lu bixing's heart.
his head bows and his lips kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder almost reverently. ]
he hasn't flagged really, the hand on his hip makes it worse, embarrassing even, but he doesn't pull away, unable to bring himself to do so, rather, he leans in and presses lips to his ear again like a reward.
with his other hand, he holds him steady against his chest, palm spread over lu bixing's heart.
his head bows and his lips kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder almost reverently. ]
[ all clean. he is a clean dog. the shampoo washes out of his hair, and he closes his good eye a little tighter to let the water cascade over his face, sticking in his long eyelashes, over the curves of his pink cheeks, and when lin pecks his temple, he tilts his head over and kisses his cheek, lingering, mouth pulling up into a little smile like a silent thank you.
he likes the feel of his hands on him - familiar callouses, long, spindly fingers. he likes the way lin jingheng fits against him, too. he likes the way that he got him a little riled up, that he can feel it. cheeky, maybe - but is that surprising - he presses back into him a little further, arching a bit, and lu bixing tilts his head to the side to make more room for him. the kiss to his ear does nothing to help with this, the way he lightly pushes his hips backwards into his to rile lin up a little more.
the hand brushing his hip tucks in a little further. squeezes, gently, over fading old marks, and he brings his other one up to rest over top of lin's on his chest, to gently set his fingers in the spaces between lin jingheng's and lightly squeeze, his heartbeat jumping under that strong, steady palm. it feels like fireworks under his skin even just to be this close to him, and he laughs a little, a soft, bubbly thing. it's kind of funny, if only because he's not very good at keeping still. he has to be very patient, here! ]
he likes the feel of his hands on him - familiar callouses, long, spindly fingers. he likes the way lin jingheng fits against him, too. he likes the way that he got him a little riled up, that he can feel it. cheeky, maybe - but is that surprising - he presses back into him a little further, arching a bit, and lu bixing tilts his head to the side to make more room for him. the kiss to his ear does nothing to help with this, the way he lightly pushes his hips backwards into his to rile lin up a little more.
the hand brushing his hip tucks in a little further. squeezes, gently, over fading old marks, and he brings his other one up to rest over top of lin's on his chest, to gently set his fingers in the spaces between lin jingheng's and lightly squeeze, his heartbeat jumping under that strong, steady palm. it feels like fireworks under his skin even just to be this close to him, and he laughs a little, a soft, bubbly thing. it's kind of funny, if only because he's not very good at keeping still. he has to be very patient, here! ]
[ ok but see you always got mad at him for that and made him take it out which is FAIR
but he is effectively and perfectly silenced by this hand on his mouth, blinking that wide, still wet eye at him, and... you are mine, all of it also effectively gets him to shut the fuck up.
it also makes his whole face turn red and he just nods, stupidly. ok. yes lin. ]
but he is effectively and perfectly silenced by this hand on his mouth, blinking that wide, still wet eye at him, and... you are mine, all of it also effectively gets him to shut the fuck up.
it also makes his whole face turn red and he just nods, stupidly. ok. yes lin. ]
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