[ this is mock offended. why would he ever mean it? he's unaware of lin jingheng's thoughts, right now, though he'd have it right on the money - he is tired, and coming into lin's arms at the end of the day is the only balm he could ever ask for.
he practically melts, when he kisses him again. so easy. lu bixing's always been reactive, and this is no different - every kiss is special, even more so than before, makes his entire heart sing, and he swallows the bite of cookie dough and lets it warm him up the same way his own chicken soup's been warming the lost souls of this little hell they're in. ]
You can't just make a decision off of one piece of evidence, though. [ he shifts a little, reaches for the bowl and just straight up plucks a piece of cookie dough out with his fingertips. he's pushing it here, pulling back enough to look up at him through the eyelashes of his good eye, a twinkle of mischief there. ] More data needed.
[ ljh you are a distraction sitting on the counter like the kitchen-equivalent of a passenger princess. lu bixing says data and lin jingheng's stomach loses its bottom and becomes a pit full of uncomfortable fluttering feelings instead (butterflies, weird.)
he eyes the dough with a small huff. science does taste good... ]
he smiles, mischievous and warm, and leans forward, holding up the little ball of cookie dough between his fingers. ] I won't. [ he says, already distracted. ]
[ he rolls his eyes just a bit this time, heel hitting the counter just once as he pushes back against the wall and gives lu bixing room to pursue. glancing to the ball, he decides that there is no harm in playing along (this time).
no one else is here, so he closes his eyes, a very quiet bid of trust. ]
[ god... he's so cute... he just admires him for a second as he encroaches in on his space, and then reaches up to very gently put the cookie dough piece in his mouth. only partially, enough to brush teeth and tongue.
and then leans forward, to very, very gently eat the other side of it, so their lips brush when he does, having to hold very still to keep from like smashing their mouths together or biting him or getting way too overexcited. momf. ]
[ gay........ this is the gayest way to share food you aren't supposed to be eating in the first place.
but he will take the hint. it isn't hard when something presses against his lips with the familiar scent of sugar and lu bixing hovering close in anticipation, warm breath on his cheeks. he bites into it, and it's a little clumsy so he doesn't spill any crumbs from it.
he's speechless for a moment, a) because he has cookie dough in his mouth and b) because maybe he's a little pink in the cheeks. man. bwah. he chews thoughtfully. ]
[ adorable. he's got half of this cookie dough in his mouth and probably should eat it but he's also just watching lin jingheng. he's watching him with the intent of someone who is very hungry.
but he swallows it because it's very sweet and good and anything made by lu bixing's hands is (usually) a gift. he thumbs at the corner of his own mouth for a moment before looking at him dead on.
what is this gaze. he feels like prey right now. ]
[ so he picks up his hands to take lin's face between his palms, and then kisses him. it's lingering, a long kiss, and he swipes his tongue across the seam of his mouth to steal up a single crumb of chocolate before he pulls back.
and then he smiles, and licks his lips. ]
Oh. No, nevermind. That was better.
[ and then and only then will he pull back enough to go get the actual bowl because he does have to finish these cookies. like a puppy with his tail sticking straight up in the air behind him. hehehehe ]
[ lin jingheng doesn't know whether to laugh or to cry so he just lights a half-smoked cigarette and keeps sitting pretty on the counter since he has proven his untrustworthy-ness at even stirring anything. ]
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[ this is mock offended. why would he ever mean it? he's unaware of lin jingheng's thoughts, right now, though he'd have it right on the money - he is tired, and coming into lin's arms at the end of the day is the only balm he could ever ask for.
he practically melts, when he kisses him again. so easy. lu bixing's always been reactive, and this is no different - every kiss is special, even more so than before, makes his entire heart sing, and he swallows the bite of cookie dough and lets it warm him up the same way his own chicken soup's been warming the lost souls of this little hell they're in. ]
You can't just make a decision off of one piece of evidence, though. [ he shifts a little, reaches for the bowl and just straight up plucks a piece of cookie dough out with his fingertips. he's pushing it here, pulling back enough to look up at him through the eyelashes of his good eye, a twinkle of mischief there. ] More data needed.
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I thought you were making cookies.
Don't get distracted.
[ ljh you are a distraction sitting on the counter like the kitchen-equivalent of a passenger princess. lu bixing says data and lin jingheng's stomach loses its bottom and becomes a pit full of uncomfortable fluttering feelings instead (butterflies, weird.)
he eyes the dough with a small huff. science does taste good... ]
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he smiles, mischievous and warm, and leans forward, holding up the little ball of cookie dough between his fingers. ] I won't. [ he says, already distracted. ]
Say ah?
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no one else is here, so he closes his eyes, a very quiet bid of trust. ]
Ah...
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and then leans forward, to very, very gently eat the other side of it, so their lips brush when he does, having to hold very still to keep from like smashing their mouths together or biting him or getting way too overexcited. momf. ]
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but he will take the hint. it isn't hard when something presses against his lips with the familiar scent of sugar and lu bixing hovering close in anticipation, warm breath on his cheeks. he bites into it, and it's a little clumsy so he doesn't spill any crumbs from it.
he's speechless for a moment, a) because he has cookie dough in his mouth and b) because maybe he's a little pink in the cheeks. man. bwah. he chews thoughtfully. ]
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but probably not for cookie dough. ]
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but he swallows it because it's very sweet and good and anything made by lu bixing's hands is (usually) a gift. he thumbs at the corner of his own mouth for a moment before looking at him dead on.
what is this gaze. he feels like prey right now. ]
I'm afraid to ask what this look is for.
[ he Knows ]
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[ so he picks up his hands to take lin's face between his palms, and then kisses him. it's lingering, a long kiss, and he swipes his tongue across the seam of his mouth to steal up a single crumb of chocolate before he pulls back.
and then he smiles, and licks his lips. ]
Oh. No, nevermind. That was better.
[ and then and only then will he pull back enough to go get the actual bowl because he does have to finish these cookies. like a puppy with his tail sticking straight up in the air behind him. hehehehe ]
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