[ this is hell, right? a little sinning is allowed, as a treat? in this case, that sinning might be something like this, again, kissing lin jingheng under an artificial sky. he asked, after all, and it does such an excellent job at restarting his brain chemistry that he's taking the distraction for everything that it is. taking in the sweetness of the fact that he can kiss lin at all.
he holds it, makes a soft noise when he feels lin smile against his mouth, and readjusts so that he can run his fingers through the soft black of his hair, turning his face a little to kiss him again, to linger, a little longer. a little deeper, greedy for it, greedy for the feeling of lin holding onto him, for both of their dear lives.
he only stops after a second kiss, a third, and only enough to mumble against his mouth, enough to be felt. ] I love you.
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he holds it, makes a soft noise when he feels lin smile against his mouth, and readjusts so that he can run his fingers through the soft black of his hair, turning his face a little to kiss him again, to linger, a little longer. a little deeper, greedy for it, greedy for the feeling of lin holding onto him, for both of their dear lives.
he only stops after a second kiss, a third, and only enough to mumble against his mouth, enough to be felt. ] I love you.