[ this is nice. they're all curled up together, covered in blankets, and bixing seems very content to be curled up with jingheng. he's leaning back against him, cocooned in nice and cozy, and shifts a little to adjust the pack of ice still tucked against his ribcage, but once he's done that, he's very, very comfortable. one of his hands is curled carefully in lin jingheng's shirt, and as he comes close to rest his hand on him, he sighs.
it hurts a little, but the noise is more content than anything. ]
Mn. [ he could fall asleep like this, frankly; bixing tilts his head and presses a kiss to lin jingheng's head, then gently leans against it. connected. ] You're here, I'm warm.
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it hurts a little, but the noise is more content than anything. ]
Mn. [ he could fall asleep like this, frankly; bixing tilts his head and presses a kiss to lin jingheng's head, then gently leans against it. connected. ] You're here, I'm warm.
[ a little light flirt after a very tiring day. ]