[ oh he will take it off of him if he's allowed, making sure to linger against his hair. he darts in to give him one last kiss before he ducks down, desperate and last minute, demanding so their noses crush together at an imperfect angle before pulling away and licking his lips a little. he can feel the way that lu bixing's fingertips correspond with the bruises on his lower back and hips, just the barest pin pricks of sensation again.
he huffs and doesn't hesitate, pulls the eyepatch off carefully before it can get too wet and stowing it safely on a small ledge. one of his hands moves up to protect it from any water, and then very gently pulls away to kiss just along the brow, and again just beneath it. ]
Much better.
[ gently. there is lu bixing. he's missing an eye, but like a beloved stuffed animal, he's still very much the same. he pushes lu bixing's hair back with a hand now and his lips curl into a warm smile, the water catching over his own hair and cascading down over his shoulders. his bullet wounds are closed at the very least, and lin jingheng has always dealt with pain well, so he moves without hindrance, a finger drawing down to catch beneath his chin. ]
is it whore behavior when ur basically married
he huffs and doesn't hesitate, pulls the eyepatch off carefully before it can get too wet and stowing it safely on a small ledge. one of his hands moves up to protect it from any water, and then very gently pulls away to kiss just along the brow, and again just beneath it. ]
Much better.
[ gently. there is lu bixing. he's missing an eye, but like a beloved stuffed animal, he's still very much the same. he pushes lu bixing's hair back with a hand now and his lips curl into a warm smile, the water catching over his own hair and cascading down over his shoulders. his bullet wounds are closed at the very least, and lin jingheng has always dealt with pain well, so he moves without hindrance, a finger drawing down to catch beneath his chin. ]
Turn around... alright?