[ this is hell, right? a little sinning is allowed, as a treat? in this case, that sinning might be something like this, again, kissing lin jingheng under an artificial sky. he asked, after all, and it does such an excellent job at restarting his brain chemistry that he's taking the distraction for everything that it is. taking in the sweetness of the fact that he can kiss lin at all.
he holds it, makes a soft noise when he feels lin smile against his mouth, and readjusts so that he can run his fingers through the soft black of his hair, turning his face a little to kiss him again, to linger, a little longer. a little deeper, greedy for it, greedy for the feeling of lin holding onto him, for both of their dear lives.
he only stops after a second kiss, a third, and only enough to mumble against his mouth, enough to be felt. ] I love you.
[ this is hell and they are definitely allowed to sin just a little more. like what's gonna happen, more hell? they've already been through that.
the fingers through his hair earn a soft sound, a subtle sigh that skims over lu bixing's lips as he lets his hands trail down his shoulder blades, his ribs, down to thumb at his waist. the reality is, they're still here and breathing, and he's done fearing the worst. he turns away from the anxiety bubbling in the back of his skull, just in time to hear lu bixing murmur words softly against his mouth.
he presses their foreheads together, brow knit. it could be bruising, it might be, he just wants to be close, craving the proximity as one of his legs hooks around lu bixing's. his cigarette is burning out between his knuckles, but the smell keeps him comfortable, calm, winding around lu bixing like an eager serpent. ]
Don't go anywhere.
[ the irony, of lin jingheng having to say that. saying that at all.
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he holds it, makes a soft noise when he feels lin smile against his mouth, and readjusts so that he can run his fingers through the soft black of his hair, turning his face a little to kiss him again, to linger, a little longer. a little deeper, greedy for it, greedy for the feeling of lin holding onto him, for both of their dear lives.
he only stops after a second kiss, a third, and only enough to mumble against his mouth, enough to be felt. ] I love you.
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the fingers through his hair earn a soft sound, a subtle sigh that skims over lu bixing's lips as he lets his hands trail down his shoulder blades, his ribs, down to thumb at his waist. the reality is, they're still here and breathing, and he's done fearing the worst. he turns away from the anxiety bubbling in the back of his skull, just in time to hear lu bixing murmur words softly against his mouth.
he presses their foreheads together, brow knit. it could be bruising, it might be, he just wants to be close, craving the proximity as one of his legs hooks around lu bixing's. his cigarette is burning out between his knuckles, but the smell keeps him comfortable, calm, winding around lu bixing like an eager serpent. ]
Don't go anywhere.
[ the irony, of lin jingheng having to say that. saying that at all.
but he's done with disappearing too.
i love you too. ]
Or I'll have to go with you.