[ this, this is lin jingheng. more than being tired and fussy, more than being cranky or sharp, (though he finds that incredibly attractive) this is lin jingheng. the soft, sweet way he strokes his hair, the way he tucks it behind his ear, the care and warmth he shows just like this, the gentle look in his eyes.
god. he can't help himself - he ducks his head, boyish and charmed, like he has to hide a little from the sheer onslaught of butterflies, and nods.
... he then like starts going for his belt because yeah, of course he does, pressing another kiss to his cheek. let him just undress lin. ]
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god. he can't help himself - he ducks his head, boyish and charmed, like he has to hide a little from the sheer onslaught of butterflies, and nods.
... he then like starts going for his belt because yeah, of course he does, pressing another kiss to his cheek. let him just undress lin. ]
I'd like that a lot.