anyway. it may be confidence week, it may be alpha week, but lu bixing is officially smothering down any single emotion he feels relating to needing to be Strong and Confident mostly because uh, he's in heaven. this is it. like. he has, quite literally, dreamed about this. he has fantasized about this exact situation in any number of oh-i'll-have-to-sell-lin-my-body fantasies that occupy his idle thoughts. he's already pinched himself once or he might do it again.
bixing has forgotten entirely about the situation of this biome and the fact that it's not actually their house because his brain is so completely occupied by lin jingheng out here doing lin jingheng things. that hand on his chest feels like a brand and a hearth all at once, and his lashes flutter as he watches jingheng unbutton his buttons on his nerdy little oxford shirt one by one and like, barely breathes. he doesn't know exactly where this is going - well, he does, kind of - but god damn is he along for the ride.
the noise he makes into lin jingheng's mouth is needy and a little desperate, and okay, he's probably supposed to stay down but he just threads his fingers into his hair and holds him there, kisses him back and exhales shakily when he pulls away, bright red in the cheeks, lashes fluttering. ]
...welcome home. [ he repeats, in that same breathless voice from before, drawing a knee up to rest against lin jingheng's hips, just for the sake of touching him in as many places as physically possible. ]
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anyway. it may be confidence week, it may be alpha week, but lu bixing is officially smothering down any single emotion he feels relating to needing to be Strong and Confident mostly because uh, he's in heaven. this is it. like. he has, quite literally, dreamed about this. he has fantasized about this exact situation in any number of oh-i'll-have-to-sell-lin-my-body fantasies that occupy his idle thoughts. he's already pinched himself once or he might do it again.
bixing has forgotten entirely about the situation of this biome and the fact that it's not actually their house because his brain is so completely occupied by lin jingheng out here doing lin jingheng things. that hand on his chest feels like a brand and a hearth all at once, and his lashes flutter as he watches jingheng unbutton his buttons on his nerdy little oxford shirt one by one and like, barely breathes. he doesn't know exactly where this is going - well, he does, kind of - but god damn is he along for the ride.
the noise he makes into lin jingheng's mouth is needy and a little desperate, and okay, he's probably supposed to stay down but he just threads his fingers into his hair and holds him there, kisses him back and exhales shakily when he pulls away, bright red in the cheeks, lashes fluttering. ]
...welcome home. [ he repeats, in that same breathless voice from before, drawing a knee up to rest against lin jingheng's hips, just for the sake of touching him in as many places as physically possible. ]