[ oh, god, there's a lot happening here. this is like being violently thrown back to a night what feels like centuries ago, the first time lu bixing ever got this close with lin jingheng. back in milky way city, where a confident lin jingheng practically scrambled his brains and then flipped it around and had him feeling like he might've just gotten a tiny glimpse of heaven.
this, right now, with lin jingheng looking at him with his clear, focused gray eyes, with his pulse warm against lu bixing's shaking fingers, with his hand pressing against his thigh - he's going to lose his mind. he lets lin move him backwards with absolutely no fussing or fighting, suddenly feeling incredibly sweaty and incredibly overwhelmed and incredibly in love all at once. god. god, there are no words.
what are you afraid of?
everything. terrified, that lin might not love him anymore. he's like an animal, at this point, a beast that's been kept in a cage and now with the door open, unable to step outside. their combined hands on his thigh feels like a brand, and he takes in a shuddery little breath. and when he finally raises his hand, shaking, he cups it to the back of lin jingheng's neck, the touch so, so gentle, and pulls - pulls him along to join him, pulls him down to kiss him, clumsy and too gentle and needy and wanting all at once. selfishly, selfishly, wanting. ]
sweats also
this, right now, with lin jingheng looking at him with his clear, focused gray eyes, with his pulse warm against lu bixing's shaking fingers, with his hand pressing against his thigh - he's going to lose his mind. he lets lin move him backwards with absolutely no fussing or fighting, suddenly feeling incredibly sweaty and incredibly overwhelmed and incredibly in love all at once. god. god, there are no words.
what are you afraid of?
everything. terrified, that lin might not love him anymore. he's like an animal, at this point, a beast that's been kept in a cage and now with the door open, unable to step outside. their combined hands on his thigh feels like a brand, and he takes in a shuddery little breath. and when he finally raises his hand, shaking, he cups it to the back of lin jingheng's neck, the touch so, so gentle, and pulls - pulls him along to join him, pulls him down to kiss him, clumsy and too gentle and needy and wanting all at once. selfishly, selfishly, wanting. ]