see. see this mean other drink means that he’s very feisty, and it means when he sees Lin Jingheng, Commander of the Silver Ten embarrassed it’s like catnip. he looks briefly delighted and downs another long swig. ]
Aren’t I supposed to work on that? Maybe I’ll be able to outdrink you, handsome.
[ unlikely. Well, not without a biochip anyway.
he leans forward again, sliding a hand around, sneaky, sneaky, to reach up and brush against the shell of his ear. ] Come on, come take it from me then. Worrywart.
[ the brush to his ear stops him mid-sentence. it's warm, light, and he lets out a soft breath. he reaches with a hand, a quick motion, to fist his hand in the shoulder of lu bixing's shirt, looking him in the eye in some attempt to assert dominance!!!!!!!! (pff)
with his other hand he's trying to reach for the drink, of course bringing them nose to nose. ]
as he leans in closer to him, and tilts his head to the side, brown eyes flicking from looking Directly At Lin's Mouth and dragging back up to meet lin jingheng's. his mouth is curled up into the most mischevious little smile you've ever seen in your life.
and he hums, tracing his fingertip around the shell of his ear again. like this? unstoppable. Unstoppable. ]
I'm talking like an idiot...? You've lost your voice, commander.
[ unbelievable. he doesn't pull away or try to stop him too much from taking the drink. ]
[ unstoppable. he's a monster. lin jingheng's hand lifts up to grasp at his wrist, the one close to his ear. whether he lands or not who is to say. right now, he's too busy focusing on swallowing instead of choking on his own spit.
this is so rude and unfair. especially as their lips glance over one another. he can smell the booze on him, wets his own lips and catches a taste (barely) of something sweet. ]
Well you've lost your mind, minister.
[ he then reaches for the drink itself and will definitely also try to take it. to distract him (maybe): ]
[ he's not out of it enough to make a remark about lin being gone for so many years so how would he know this is normal, which is a good thing. seems like some things are even too sensitive for a cursed lu bixing to mention.
however, he's still very cursed! as lin takes his wrist, his fingers twitch, lightly; lu bixing lets him take his wrist, because he's already won his victory. the drink, however - he doesn't give that up so easily, instead bringing it around so it's between them. go ahead if you want it so bad.
though as he's moving the drink to let lin have some, he tilts his head to murmur in his ear, instead. sir this is a wendys. ]
As for being spoiled, I wouldn't say that. I could think of a way or two that might up the ante.
lin jingheng glances at the drink between them as warm air grazes his ear, sending his nerve-endings rioting. it's unfair, his body screams again, it's— ]
You're going to anyways.
[ lewd. (he's flushing, focusing on the way that lu bixing's neck curves so prettily into his shirt, delicate with the shelf of his collarbone creating a sweeping architecture.
he looks down at the cup between them and then just. goes for it. like really does take a sip of this stupid drink because he won't be able to find out unless he takes the plunge himself.
man he wonders if any of those way to up the ante have to do with putting lu bixing in an (un)sexy suplex? the violence and the horniness of so many years just. you know. coalesces into a weird emotional soup. ]
I'm open to suggestions. But you have to be able to live up to the hype.
[ just for lin jingheng's information, his shirt is open a little. you know. enough to show off.
when not under the influence of love potions he'd shrink back a little from that, probably, though - the seal has admittedly been broken, with the whole planetarium adventure. at the moment, he is just Bold tm and he like, immediately kisses lin jingheng when he takes some of the drink and steals some back.
[ this valuable valuable information. he really is out here showing off and lin jingheng looks down at his chest with a long, steady gaze for a moment before letting his eyes trail back up to meet his.
he doesn't know which taste in his mouth is the drink and which is lu bixing.
[ emboldened by a love potion and a meanness drink, lu bixing is preening internally when lin jingheng looks down his shirt. yeah!!! yeah, that's right!! he's hot! you still think he's hot!! this is so bolstering for his pathetically sad and broken levels of confidence.
oh, he loves the hand in his shirt, too, and hums. ]
Let's.
[ i refuse to write another porn thread for the number of these we're going to have this week which is unfortunate so
[ sorry lavi, you have been removed from your room. and unspeakable things have happened in here.
while lu bixing is shamed, lin jingheng is like catatonic with the sheer emotion that's flooding him right now. it's over a decade's-worth and it's welling up in his chest. it's somewhere between the and that lin jingheng realizes just where he is, that lu bixing and the outline of his back the past few nights isn't a dream.
but yeah he's just fisting some blankets and breathing in as deeply as he can. ]
luckily, maybe, lu bixing is always incredibly emotional, or he is incredibly distracted by the fact that the love potion finally wore off. he's still very much in love with lin jingheng, but he looks like he might be mortified because he.
really went to town. like. wow. peeking out from behind the blankets, he gets to see the results of his handiwork, which is just. a lot of marks. my god. there are bite marks and hickeys everywhere. it's very attractive but also oh god ]
Ahah... I don't know what came over me.
[ bc lbx was the one who came over EYYYYY
no im kidding. he does reach out after a moment, fingers curling, and gently presses against a bite mark with his thumb. ] Are you okay...?
[ he feels like a chew toy, and when lu bixing presses against a raw impression of teeth, he chokes a bit. that's unfair. a reminder and he'll have to carry it and remember the moment of its delivery when he touches it himself. he looks to him now, turning so that he can use a hand and thread fingers through his hair. ]
It surprised me.
[ it's... been so long. His body aches, he's thrumming with an almost painful over-stimulation, but the full body contact he desires, won by slinking arms around lu bixing and pressing closer, helps him feel much more grounded in an instant. he can breathe. finally. ]
But I'm fine... I'm good.
[
a soft huff. ]
How can I not be? You're with me...
[ nothing is right when he isn't there. nothing at all. ]
[ oh... what a cute response? this is?? so cute???
forget being too embarrassed and shamed, because lin is being really, really cute. it is emotion week, and he just feels this starburst in his chest that goes with it when lin jingheng threads his fingers in, when he curls in close. he hasn't bothered to put on clothes, so all the skin to skin contact is such an immediate reminder that the person here is flesh and bone, not a hologram, not an illusion, not a dream.
his heart feels like its in his throat. lu bixing makes a little noise and turns over to him more properly, letting lin wrap around him, sliding a leg between his and returning the favor, hooking his arm around his back and tucking against him.
for the first time, really, it does feel like that puppy tail of his is wagging. he muffles his smile into lin jingheng's hair, and teases, very gently: ] That's my line.
... So you do remember our lines. I was beginning to wonder, Minister Lu.
[ this man is a puppy, not a dog, just a puppy. he is excitable and his eyes light up in such a way you swear the whole world could be illuminated by his eyes with just a glance.
fuck.
his eyes are a little wet. it's fine. he looks at him, and his mouth breaks into a faint smile. ]
the first time lu bixing has ever seen even a hint of something that looks like lin jingheng could CRY on his face?! he looks like. startled, at first, when they lock eyes, eyebrows jumping up - and then he also feels a swell of emotion at that smile like he's going to cry, also, and just giggles, a little uselessly, a little hysterically, and tilts his head to bonk their foreheads together, to nudge their noses. affectionate. ]
Liiin. [ it's like all he can say. it feels like he's drunk on emotions forget alcohol. weh. ]
[ it is struggling, really struggling, fighting the good fight to make its way out of his skull. tears are not something that lin jingheng has found himself moved to, not in so long, and not so damn willfully—betrayed by his own body.
he hears the sing-songing of the voice, and part of him withers just a little. ]
Mm.
[ if he opens his mouth he'll crack. he moves in closer anyways, a tangle of limbs. so he distracts himself, catching one of lu bixing's hands and pushing his face into his palm, holding onto the memory of each of his fingertips, the warmth of his hand.
(god he is really fighting this, but...)
a wet track manages to escape down the line of one of lu bixing's fingers, and can easily be felt. ]
[ oh, that feels nice. he loves that he can hold lin jingheng's face again, loves the smooth, perfect texture of his skin - it looks like it'd be cold, but he's warm and flushed, loves that little wet track
[ lu bixing, who has been overwhelmed with emotions literally every minute that he has been in hell, goes through about ten of them in the span of five minutes. there's a one second span of oh, cute, and then horror and then like, shock, and then like hysterical worry and joy all at once?? it's a lot!!!!
he makes a noise, wounded, and immediately ducks in to wipe it away, fussy and worried, brushing his thumb over his cheek, cupping his face in both of his hands instead to do it under his eye too, just in case? ]
Nooo, nonono, it's okay, it's okay, oh, Lin - are you okay? Did I break you? I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry -
[ it's only one tear! just one he's holding onto the rest! they don't deserve to abandon him in betrayal! there will be no march. instead, he closes his eyes as thumbs push there, where his face feels warm, feverish because the skin to skin feeds their warmth to one another and hell is comfortably balmy.
he shakes his head. ]
Lu...
[ eventually making eye contact with him, eventually letting another slide, and his eyebrow draws downwards. he thinks about it, living in the cage of his body under glass, and later, contemplating the means to his escape, every day eyes turned upwards. so he turns his eyes upwards now, and the feeling overwhelms him. what an empty sky he'd been trapped beneath.
what a vivid galaxy set before him here and now.
he lowers his eyes, but allows his face to be held all the same. ]
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Too bad, it’s delicious… ~ Almost as good as you.
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he snorts. derisive. okay now this is getting a little ridiculous, and he actually looks like he might be? embarrassed? like visibly? that's rare. ]
Lu Bixing, you are a lightweight. Talking nonsense.
[ he knows what he's talking about but also just please stop help. he might be bubbling over just a bit. ]
You're going to give me such a headache if you keep this up.
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see. see this mean other drink means that he’s very feisty, and it means when he sees Lin Jingheng, Commander of the Silver Ten embarrassed it’s like catnip. he looks briefly delighted and downs another long swig. ]
Aren’t I supposed to work on that? Maybe I’ll be able to outdrink you, handsome.
[ unlikely. Well, not without a biochip anyway.
he leans forward again, sliding a hand around, sneaky, sneaky, to reach up and brush against the shell of his ear. ] Come on, come take it from me then. Worrywart.
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[ the brush to his ear stops him mid-sentence. it's warm, light, and he lets out a soft breath. he reaches with a hand, a quick motion, to fist his hand in the shoulder of lu bixing's shirt, looking him in the eye in some attempt to assert dominance!!!!!!!! (pff)
with his other hand he's trying to reach for the drink, of course bringing them nose to nose. ]
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hehe?
as he leans in closer to him, and tilts his head to the side, brown eyes flicking from looking Directly At Lin's Mouth and dragging back up to meet lin jingheng's. his mouth is curled up into the most mischevious little smile you've ever seen in your life.
and he hums, tracing his fingertip around the shell of his ear again. like this? unstoppable. Unstoppable. ]
I'm talking like an idiot...? You've lost your voice, commander.
[ unbelievable. he doesn't pull away or try to stop him too much from taking the drink. ]
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this is so rude and unfair. especially as their lips glance over one another. he can smell the booze on him, wets his own lips and catches a taste (barely) of something sweet. ]
Well you've lost your mind, minister.
[ he then reaches for the drink itself and will definitely also try to take it. to distract him (maybe): ]
Did I spoil you in the planetarium?
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[ he's not out of it enough to make a remark about lin being gone for so many years so how would he know this is normal, which is a good thing. seems like some things are even too sensitive for a cursed lu bixing to mention.
however, he's still very cursed! as lin takes his wrist, his fingers twitch, lightly; lu bixing lets him take his wrist, because he's already won his victory. the drink, however - he doesn't give that up so easily, instead bringing it around so it's between them. go ahead if you want it so bad.
though as he's moving the drink to let lin have some, he tilts his head to murmur in his ear, instead. sir this is a wendys. ]
As for being spoiled, I wouldn't say that. I could think of a way or two that might up the ante.
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lin jingheng glances at the drink between them as warm air grazes his ear, sending his nerve-endings rioting. it's unfair, his body screams again, it's— ]
You're going to anyways.
[ lewd. (he's flushing, focusing on the way that lu bixing's neck curves so prettily into his shirt, delicate with the shelf of his collarbone creating a sweeping architecture.
he looks down at the cup between them and then just. goes for it. like really does take a sip of this stupid drink because he won't be able to find out unless he takes the plunge himself.
man he wonders if any of those way to up the ante have to do with putting lu bixing in an (un)sexy suplex? the violence and the horniness of so many years just. you know. coalesces into a weird emotional soup. ]
I'm open to suggestions. But you have to be able to live up to the hype.
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when not under the influence of love potions he'd shrink back a little from that, probably, though - the seal has admittedly been broken, with the whole planetarium adventure. at the moment, he is just Bold tm and he like, immediately kisses lin jingheng when he takes some of the drink and steals some back.
he licks his lips afterward.
hehe. ] Should we go somewhere else?
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he doesn't know which taste in his mouth is the drink and which is lu bixing.
that's fine.
his hold is tighter now, fabric creaking. ]
... Your room?
[ he doesn't want to kick out a baby today. ]
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oh, he loves the hand in his shirt, too, and hums. ]
Let's.
[ i refuse to write another porn thread for the number of these we're going to have this week which is unfortunate so
in the style of 7rings
🔔 rings the fuck alarm ]
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anyway he is
properly shamed when all is said and done so there's that. just like, embarrassedly holding his blankets up to his nose. bye. ]
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while lu bixing is shamed, lin jingheng is like catatonic with the sheer emotion that's flooding him right now. it's over a decade's-worth and it's welling up in his chest. it's somewhere between the and that lin jingheng realizes just where he is, that lu bixing and the outline of his back the past few nights isn't a dream.
but yeah he's just fisting some blankets and breathing in as deeply as he can. ]
Do not act shy about what you just did.
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luckily, maybe, lu bixing is always incredibly emotional, or he is incredibly distracted by the fact that the love potion finally wore off. he's still very much in love with lin jingheng, but he looks like he might be mortified because he.
really went to town. like. wow. peeking out from behind the blankets, he gets to see the results of his handiwork, which is just. a lot of marks. my god. there are bite marks and hickeys everywhere. it's very attractive but also oh god ]
Ahah... I don't know what came over me.
[ bc lbx was the one who came over EYYYYY
no im kidding. he does reach out after a moment, fingers curling, and gently presses against a bite mark with his thumb. ] Are you okay...?
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It surprised me.
[ it's... been so long. His body aches, he's thrumming with an almost painful over-stimulation, but the full body contact he desires, won by slinking arms around lu bixing and pressing closer, helps him feel much more grounded in an instant. he can breathe. finally. ]
But I'm fine... I'm good.
[
a soft huff. ]
How can I not be? You're with me...
[ nothing is right when he isn't there. nothing at all. ]
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forget being too embarrassed and shamed, because lin is being really, really cute. it is emotion week, and he just feels this starburst in his chest that goes with it when lin jingheng threads his fingers in, when he curls in close. he hasn't bothered to put on clothes, so all the skin to skin contact is such an immediate reminder that the person here is flesh and bone, not a hologram, not an illusion, not a dream.
his heart feels like its in his throat. lu bixing makes a little noise and turns over to him more properly, letting lin wrap around him, sliding a leg between his and returning the favor, hooking his arm around his back and tucking against him.
for the first time, really, it does feel like that puppy tail of his is wagging. he muffles his smile into lin jingheng's hair, and teases, very gently: ] That's my line.
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oh. ]
... So you do remember our lines. I was beginning to wonder, Minister Lu.
[ this man is a puppy, not a dog, just a puppy. he is excitable and his eyes light up in such a way you swear the whole world could be illuminated by his eyes with just a glance.
fuck.
his eyes are a little wet. it's fine. he looks at him, and his mouth breaks into a faint smile. ]
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this is
the first time lu bixing has ever seen even a hint of something that looks like lin jingheng could CRY on his face?! he looks like. startled, at first, when they lock eyes, eyebrows jumping up - and then he also feels a swell of emotion at that smile like he's going to cry, also, and just giggles, a little uselessly, a little hysterically, and tilts his head to bonk their foreheads together, to nudge their noses. affectionate. ]
Liiin. [ it's like all he can say. it feels like he's drunk on emotions forget alcohol. weh. ]
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he hears the sing-songing of the voice, and part of him withers just a little. ]
Mm.
[ if he opens his mouth he'll crack. he moves in closer anyways, a tangle of limbs. so he distracts himself, catching one of lu bixing's hands and pushing his face into his palm, holding onto the memory of each of his fingertips, the warmth of his hand.
(god he is really fighting this, but...)
a wet track manages to escape down the line of one of lu bixing's fingers, and can easily be felt. ]
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wait
that little wet track? ]
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he makes a noise, wounded, and immediately ducks in to wipe it away, fussy and worried, brushing his thumb over his cheek, cupping his face in both of his hands instead to do it under his eye too, just in case? ]
Nooo, nonono, it's okay, it's okay, oh, Lin - are you okay? Did I break you? I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry -
[ AAAAA A A A A AAAAA ]
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he shakes his head. ]
Lu...
[ eventually making eye contact with him, eventually letting another slide, and his eyebrow draws downwards. he thinks about it, living in the cage of his body under glass, and later, contemplating the means to his escape, every day eyes turned upwards. so he turns his eyes upwards now, and the feeling overwhelms him. what an empty sky he'd been trapped beneath.
what a vivid galaxy set before him here and now.
he lowers his eyes, but allows his face to be held all the same. ]
Something in my eye... I'm fine, I...
[ another. this is a curse. what's opening up? ]
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