[ lu bixing hates thursdays. he hates the whole weekend but he hates thursday the most. it's too reminiscent of that elevator on turan's command ship, and it makes him extra clingy, extra needy, and this is no exception. they slink off a little later in the evening before the hour of curfew is up, and he lifts up the blankets to gently pull them over them both.
as lin comes close, lu bixing tips his head up into his hand, into his thumb, remaining eye fluttering shut. ]
Mmm... no. I don't sleep well until I get knocked out. [ considering. he makes a soft noise, nuzzling into his palm, then pulling it close, laying a kiss on his wrist, over his pulse. ] How about you?
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as lin comes close, lu bixing tips his head up into his hand, into his thumb, remaining eye fluttering shut. ]
Mmm... no. I don't sleep well until I get knocked out. [ considering. he makes a soft noise, nuzzling into his palm, then pulling it close, laying a kiss on his wrist, over his pulse. ] How about you?