[ the hand on his hip ears a soft sound, a breathless huff of a laugh as he squeezes the suds from lu bixing's hair and lets them run between his knuckles. a smile blooms over his lips as he relishes in how at ease lu bixing feels against his body. he's melting and lin jingheng stays steady, rinsing the last of the soap from his hair and letting his lips graze his temples.
he hasn't flagged really, the hand on his hip makes it worse, embarrassing even, but he doesn't pull away, unable to bring himself to do so, rather, he leans in and presses lips to his ear again like a reward.
with his other hand, he holds him steady against his chest, palm spread over lu bixing's heart.
his head bows and his lips kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder almost reverently. ]
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he hasn't flagged really, the hand on his hip makes it worse, embarrassing even, but he doesn't pull away, unable to bring himself to do so, rather, he leans in and presses lips to his ear again like a reward.
with his other hand, he holds him steady against his chest, palm spread over lu bixing's heart.
his head bows and his lips kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder almost reverently. ]