[ 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. ]
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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. ]