[ lu bixing hides his face like the sun behind a cloud, and what lin wouldn't give to reach and take his chin again but he's already starting in on his pants. a little huff leaves him as he instead dips to turn his head up and kiss him on the corner of his mouth: don't go don't go don't go.
he will allow undressing to happen as long as he can do the same, pushing for buttons and letting fingers graze along the skin of bixing's shoulders, finding the lines that fit perfectly and slotting them against the faint marks. he brushes nose to nose with him, a tired nudge. ]
Take it easy this time.
[ do. not. savage him like a wild creature. he knows you are having a night. he'll take his wrist and pull it forward when it's unbuckled and unbuttoned him to kiss against the pulse, and then to bite. because he is so embarrassed every strip check (it's your own fault ljh) EVERY STRIP.
as firmly as he says it, it doesn't have roots, it could blow over in a storm called lu bixing in an instant. ]
[ the kiss gives him butterflies. it always does. it's such a balm after a shitty, terrible saturday once again, and he focuses on helping lin jingheng out of his clothes. dropping the shirt, the coat, the pants to the floor, and then letting himself be undressed without any pretense or complaining. this is way better than strip check.
he rolls his shoulders - the right one's injury now light and nearly closed - and wiggles out of his shirt, then huffs a laugh when lin takes his wrist and kisses it. lin jingheng gets to feel his heart flutter, the way it skips a beat when his mouth presses to his pulse, and lu bixing hunches his shoulders just a little, embarrassed like a scolded puppy who secretly loves being scolded just because he loves the attention. ]
I will, I will... [ listen. it's not been as bad as the first week with the love potions. he had to get that out of his system, but now that it feels less like a dream, it's at least more normal? lin's right, though. it has been a night.
he smiles against lin jingheng's shoulder, presses a kiss to the column of his neck, and starts to walk him backwards towards the actual shower. he trusts lin enough to turn the water on, because he is now very busy, moving his hands to fit against his hips, and stealing a kiss off of his mouth, instead. easy doesn't mean that he can't cage him in against the wall, it doesn't mean that he can't presses kisses down the thin skin of his neck, to the edge of that scar. the marks'll fade by next trial. probably. ]
[ it hasn't been, and maybe he can commend him for not blowing his back out and making everyone gossip about a limp. (foreshadowing into whatever week is affection week?) he feels himself walking backwards, and his perception has him feeling the cool radiating off the tile of the shower before his back presses against it. he reaches for the knob instinctively and pulls the water on, letting it heat up slowly. it's never going to be perfect because of how shitty this place is, but it'll get the job done.
multiple jobs? yeah.
the hands on his hips earn a soft sound, a laugh and a breath of surprise. they can say it isn't fair each and every week, but when it comes down to it, hell probably does care. and that's fine. they know that they're out there someone, the dead, and there's no other choice but to go and get them, right?
resolve births a smile onto his lips and he reaches his hand now to curl fingers around the back of lu bixing's neck, coaxing him. he glides them down to hunched shoulders and anchors in as lu bixing's mouth glides over the lengthy scar along his chest and throat. yes yes lu bixing is so busy, he will adjust the water to the most temperate setting and guide him closer—his fingers trail over the nearly-closed shoulder wound and he lowers his mouth to kiss just against the healed skin, careful to avoid the pain points he knows. ]
Bixing...
[ letting a hand skim up to touch his patch. he tips his head up gently and looks him, unwaveringly in the eye. ]
[ STOP HE WON'T probably. maybe. be glad he doesn't have his super strength? or don't
the terrible water feels so good, even if it's not warm. it doesn't need to be, because lin's body heat is all that bixing really needs, all he really cares about. sometimes, he misses the enhanced senses of his biochip if only because he wants to record those little noises, wants to hear those huffs and sighs and laughs in high definition so he can burn them into his memory. they're so real, the kind of thing even his perfect memory, his dreams couldn't recreate. the fingertips that curl over his shoulders give him goosebumps, as he kisses down that scar, pressing one to the hollow of his throat, the safest place, the heartbeat against his mouth that he knows and loves, tangles them together against the surface of the tile. he wants to map him out over and over again, like a dying man desperate for a drink, to commit every piece of his body to his memory lest for a second he loses him again.
he's starting to get maybe a little too much, there - a little too bitey, when he's starting to leave what will bloom into a dark hickey right in tha vulnerable little spot when lin pulls him back. he looks up, interrupted, flushed cheeked and wet and curly hair sticking up, and blinking surprised at him before he realizes what he's actually referring to. oh. right.
he lets out a laugh of his own, soft, and nods. ] ...Okay.
[ and then ducks his head into lin jingheng's hands. his own are busy, still curled around his hips. maybe he'll take it off for him? he peers up at him with his good eye, through the thick of his lashes, almost asking for it, imploring- even though he knows its ugly under there, in lin jingheng's hands, its safe. ]
[ oh he will take it off of him if he's allowed, making sure to linger against his hair. he darts in to give him one last kiss before he ducks down, desperate and last minute, demanding so their noses crush together at an imperfect angle before pulling away and licking his lips a little. he can feel the way that lu bixing's fingertips correspond with the bruises on his lower back and hips, just the barest pin pricks of sensation again.
he huffs and doesn't hesitate, pulls the eyepatch off carefully before it can get too wet and stowing it safely on a small ledge. one of his hands moves up to protect it from any water, and then very gently pulls away to kiss just along the brow, and again just beneath it. ]
Much better.
[ gently. there is lu bixing. he's missing an eye, but like a beloved stuffed animal, he's still very much the same. he pushes lu bixing's hair back with a hand now and his lips curl into a warm smile, the water catching over his own hair and cascading down over his shoulders. his bullet wounds are closed at the very least, and lin jingheng has always dealt with pain well, so he moves without hindrance, a finger drawing down to catch beneath his chin. ]
[ lin jingheng does this thing where he just sweeps lu bixing directly off of his feet, and this is one of them. he's already over the moon with that sudden, impatient, desperate kiss, a little weak at the knees, and then lin so gently takes the patch off.
his eye injury's still not fully healed, but it's healing nicely, at least. it's ugly and scarred up from where the shadows plunged into steal it, like claw marks, and he feels a little nervous as he peers up at lin jingheng.
he is so unreasonably handsome. gorgeous, with the way the water hits him. with that smile on his face. with the way he pushes his hair back, he is just unreasonably beautiful, and as lin jingheng catches his finger under his chin he leans into it stupidly, much like a puppy, mouth a little open. it takes him a full second to realize lin jingheng has asked him a question.
turn around??? ??? his brain goes about twenty five different directions and not a single one of them is safe for work and he makes a little noise that suspiciously just sounds like "hghhk" instead of a word. ]
Sure. [ a
AND HE WILL DO THAT??
and plant one of his hands on the shower wall and just like fantasize for the next ten seconds goodbye ]
[ maybe it seems cruel, but his hand slides into lu bixing's hair, and he tightens his grip to pull him up to his full height, so he barely has to tip his head down to whisper in his ear like this, flat-footed, the two of them maybe an inch off of one another. ]
Are you that impatient, Lu Bixing?
[ they're honestly flush, back to front, it's not impossssssible for lu bixing to know how he makes lin jingheng feel after doing that. it's a little different, but it's not unwanted, it's not unattractive, it's still lu bixing and he'd clutch onto him all the same. ]
thank fucking god he's not like. facing lin jingheng if only for this exact reason. it's only a little bit. just a little bit! haha. oh god. well. if he wasn't horny before he is now its fine. his hand grips at the very wet wall and he makes a little noise that's a little higher pitched than he anticipates, pressing back into lin jingheng immediately
a little too cheekily, maybe? a little too cheekily, he breathes out - ]
[ the blood... he just... thumbs it away uncaringly, letting the shower wash it from his skin immediately. ]
I can do that.
[ oh he IS cheeky. and lin jingheng is willing to entertain it, more than willing at this point as he reaches for one of their toiletry bottles and pouring a sparing amount of shampoo into it. as he lathers it in his hands, softer: ]
his dignity appreciates that. it also appreciates the fact that lin is indulging him. honestly. if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
tragically he does not but he does obey, making a soft noise and settling into the happy warm feeling of the body pressed behind his, of the smooth sound of lin's voice in his ear. he leans back a little, tilting the back of his head against lin jingheng's shoulder and closing his remaining eye.
(he does peek briefly at his reflection in the mirror steamy as it is to make sure he looks hot from this angle. does he look hot from this angle? good. okay. carry on.)]
[ yes babe, you look great from this angle. incredible actually. he makes sure that he can actually wash his hair from this ankle, scrubbing slowly along his scalp in thorough circles. slippery curls fall through his fingers, and the suds likely end up falling between them, warm from friction while the water remains uncomfortable and teetering.
his thumb skates over the shell of his ear at one point, stroking fondly, taking its time. ]
[ oh, that's soooo nice. lu bixing will not allow himself to get too lost in his fantasies, because he does want to live in the moment, and he reins himself back in from an increasingly dirty shower talk scenario right out of one of those novels and focuses instead on lin's hands in his hair. that feels so nice - his curls are thick and his hair is perfect and fluffy and nice to touch for lin's benefit - and his fingertips scrubbing into his scalp are heavenly. he sighs, content, as some of the trial weekend tension starts to finally curl away and out of his muscles, melting almost bonelessly into lin jingheng's chest.
when he thumbs at his ear, he makes a little noise, soft and pleased, and tilts his head up into it like he could chase it, letting it give him little goosebumps. lu bixing would love to do something with his hands, but for now, he's allowed to just be spoiled, though he does let one of his hands drift backwards to rest very lightly on his hip, just for the sake of connection. the coldish, tepid water is completely forgotten in favor of finally taking the chance to relax. ]
[ the hand on his hip ears a soft sound, a breathless huff of a laugh as he squeezes the suds from lu bixing's hair and lets them run between his knuckles. a smile blooms over his lips as he relishes in how at ease lu bixing feels against his body. he's melting and lin jingheng stays steady, rinsing the last of the soap from his hair and letting his lips graze his temples.
he hasn't flagged really, the hand on his hip makes it worse, embarrassing even, but he doesn't pull away, unable to bring himself to do so, rather, he leans in and presses lips to his ear again like a reward.
with his other hand, he holds him steady against his chest, palm spread over lu bixing's heart.
his head bows and his lips kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder almost reverently. ]
[ all clean. he is a clean dog. the shampoo washes out of his hair, and he closes his good eye a little tighter to let the water cascade over his face, sticking in his long eyelashes, over the curves of his pink cheeks, and when lin pecks his temple, he tilts his head over and kisses his cheek, lingering, mouth pulling up into a little smile like a silent thank you.
he likes the feel of his hands on him - familiar callouses, long, spindly fingers. he likes the way lin jingheng fits against him, too. he likes the way that he got him a little riled up, that he can feel it. cheeky, maybe - but is that surprising - he presses back into him a little further, arching a bit, and lu bixing tilts his head to the side to make more room for him. the kiss to his ear does nothing to help with this, the way he lightly pushes his hips backwards into his to rile lin up a little more.
the hand brushing his hip tucks in a little further. squeezes, gently, over fading old marks, and he brings his other one up to rest over top of lin's on his chest, to gently set his fingers in the spaces between lin jingheng's and lightly squeeze, his heartbeat jumping under that strong, steady palm. it feels like fireworks under his skin even just to be this close to him, and he laughs a little, a soft, bubbly thing. it's kind of funny, if only because he's not very good at keeping still. he has to be very patient, here! ]
the patience is truly something that lin jingheng seldom sees from lu bixing in these particular situations. he's an insatiable, squirming thing and lin jingheng huffs a laugh as he lets his hand slide slowly down his chest. he pauses there, just over his heartbeat with their fingers interlaced. the squeeze earns a soft hum as he gradually begins to drag that hand slowly down his ribs, to rest gently over his abdomen.
the squeeze earns a hum, pleased and rare, and he presses closer, as though trying to encapsulate that little, pleased giggle in a bubble between the both of them. lin jingheng doesn't flinch, and as the shower is uncomfortable, he doesn't care, pushing him slowly against the tile. is this what he'd hoped for? lin jiingheng is feeling nerves gathering in his hand as he lets it slide slowly downwards while he mouths at the curve of lu bixing's neck. his eyes flutter shut as he tries to focus, letting the cool water hit his back, shielding lu bixing from it and instead letting him bask in the warmth of his own skin. ]
I think you're still dirty, [ he says, very softly. his voice hesitates just a bit. it can't be helped. hand straying lower [goose honk] ]
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he will allow undressing to happen as long as he can do the same, pushing for buttons and letting fingers graze along the skin of bixing's shoulders, finding the lines that fit perfectly and slotting them against the faint marks. he brushes nose to nose with him, a tired nudge. ]
Take it easy this time.
[ do. not. savage him like a wild creature. he knows you are having a night. he'll take his wrist and pull it forward when it's unbuckled and unbuttoned him to kiss against the pulse, and then to bite. because he is so embarrassed every strip check (it's your own fault ljh) EVERY STRIP.
as firmly as he says it, it doesn't have roots, it could blow over in a storm called lu bixing in an instant. ]
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he rolls his shoulders - the right one's injury now light and nearly closed - and wiggles out of his shirt, then huffs a laugh when lin takes his wrist and kisses it. lin jingheng gets to feel his heart flutter, the way it skips a beat when his mouth presses to his pulse, and lu bixing hunches his shoulders just a little, embarrassed like a scolded puppy who secretly loves being scolded just because he loves the attention. ]
I will, I will... [ listen. it's not been as bad as the first week with the love potions. he had to get that out of his system, but now that it feels less like a dream, it's at least more normal? lin's right, though. it has been a night.
he smiles against lin jingheng's shoulder, presses a kiss to the column of his neck, and starts to walk him backwards towards the actual shower. he trusts lin enough to turn the water on, because he is now very busy, moving his hands to fit against his hips, and stealing a kiss off of his mouth, instead. easy doesn't mean that he can't cage him in against the wall, it doesn't mean that he can't presses kisses down the thin skin of his neck, to the edge of that scar. the marks'll fade by next trial. probably. ]
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(foreshadowing into whatever week is affection week?)he feels himself walking backwards, and his perception has him feeling the cool radiating off the tile of the shower before his back presses against it. he reaches for the knob instinctively and pulls the water on, letting it heat up slowly. it's never going to be perfect because of how shitty this place is, but it'll get the job done.multiple jobs? yeah.
the hands on his hips earn a soft sound, a laugh and a breath of surprise. they can say it isn't fair each and every week, but when it comes down to it, hell probably does care. and that's fine. they know that they're out there someone, the dead, and there's no other choice but to go and get them, right?
resolve births a smile onto his lips and he reaches his hand now to curl fingers around the back of lu bixing's neck, coaxing him. he glides them down to hunched shoulders and anchors in as lu bixing's mouth glides over the lengthy scar along his chest and throat. yes yes lu bixing is so busy, he will adjust the water to the most temperate setting and guide him closer—his fingers trail over the nearly-closed shoulder wound and he lowers his mouth to kiss just against the healed skin, careful to avoid the pain points he knows. ]
Bixing...
[ letting a hand skim up to touch his patch. he tips his head up gently and looks him, unwaveringly in the eye. ]
You don't want this to get wet, do you?
(mods voice) whore behavior
the terrible water feels so good, even if it's not warm. it doesn't need to be, because lin's body heat is all that bixing really needs, all he really cares about. sometimes, he misses the enhanced senses of his biochip if only because he wants to record those little noises, wants to hear those huffs and sighs and laughs in high definition so he can burn them into his memory. they're so real, the kind of thing even his perfect memory, his dreams couldn't recreate. the fingertips that curl over his shoulders give him goosebumps, as he kisses down that scar, pressing one to the hollow of his throat, the safest place, the heartbeat against his mouth that he knows and loves, tangles them together against the surface of the tile. he wants to map him out over and over again, like a dying man desperate for a drink, to commit every piece of his body to his memory lest for a second he loses him again.
he's starting to get maybe a little too much, there - a little too bitey, when he's starting to leave what will bloom into a dark hickey right in tha vulnerable little spot when lin pulls him back. he looks up, interrupted, flushed cheeked and wet and curly hair sticking up, and blinking surprised at him before he realizes what he's actually referring to. oh. right.
he lets out a laugh of his own, soft, and nods. ] ...Okay.
[ and then ducks his head into lin jingheng's hands. his own are busy, still curled around his hips. maybe he'll take it off for him? he peers up at him with his good eye, through the thick of his lashes, almost asking for it, imploring- even though he knows its ugly under there, in lin jingheng's hands, its safe. ]
is it whore behavior when ur basically married
he huffs and doesn't hesitate, pulls the eyepatch off carefully before it can get too wet and stowing it safely on a small ledge. one of his hands moves up to protect it from any water, and then very gently pulls away to kiss just along the brow, and again just beneath it. ]
Much better.
[ gently. there is lu bixing. he's missing an eye, but like a beloved stuffed animal, he's still very much the same. he pushes lu bixing's hair back with a hand now and his lips curl into a warm smile, the water catching over his own hair and cascading down over his shoulders. his bullet wounds are closed at the very least, and lin jingheng has always dealt with pain well, so he moves without hindrance, a finger drawing down to catch beneath his chin. ]
Turn around... alright?
zia and cola would say yes
his eye injury's still not fully healed, but it's healing nicely, at least. it's ugly and scarred up from where the shadows plunged into steal it, like claw marks, and he feels a little nervous as he peers up at lin jingheng.
he is so unreasonably handsome. gorgeous, with the way the water hits him. with that smile on his face. with the way he pushes his hair back, he is just unreasonably beautiful, and as lin jingheng catches his finger under his chin he leans into it stupidly, much like a puppy, mouth a little open. it takes him a full second to realize lin jingheng has asked him a question.
turn around??? ??? his brain goes about twenty five different directions and not a single one of them is safe for work and he makes a little noise that suspiciously just sounds like "hghhk" instead of a word. ]
Sure. [ a
AND HE WILL DO THAT??
and plant one of his hands on the shower wall and just like fantasize for the next ten seconds goodbye ]
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but this works. ]
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Are you that impatient, Lu Bixing?
[ they're honestly flush, back to front, it's not impossssssible for lu bixing to know how he makes lin jingheng feel after doing that. it's a little different, but it's not unwanted, it's not unattractive, it's still lu bixing and he'd clutch onto him all the same. ]
You're too tense anyways.
[ bitch. ]
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thank fucking god he's not like. facing lin jingheng if only for this exact reason. it's only a little bit. just a little bit! haha. oh god. well. if he wasn't horny before he is now its fine. his hand grips at the very wet wall and he makes a little noise that's a little higher pitched than he anticipates, pressing back into lin jingheng immediately
a little too cheekily, maybe? a little too cheekily, he breathes out - ]
Maybe you'd help me relax?
[ at least he has enough brain to flirt back ]
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I can do that.
[ oh he IS cheeky. and lin jingheng is willing to entertain it, more than willing at this point as he reaches for one of their toiletry bottles and pouring a sparing amount of shampoo into it. as he lathers it in his hands, softer: ]
Tilt your head back, Bixing. And close your eyes.
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his dignity appreciates that. it also appreciates the fact that lin is indulging him. honestly. if he had a tail, it would be wagging.
tragically he does not but he does obey, making a soft noise and settling into the happy warm feeling of the body pressed behind his, of the smooth sound of lin's voice in his ear. he leans back a little, tilting the back of his head against lin jingheng's shoulder and closing his remaining eye.
(he does peek briefly at his reflection in the mirror steamy as it is to make sure he looks hot from this angle. does he look hot from this angle? good. okay. carry on.)]
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his thumb skates over the shell of his ear at one point, stroking fondly, taking its time. ]
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when he thumbs at his ear, he makes a little noise, soft and pleased, and tilts his head up into it like he could chase it, letting it give him little goosebumps. lu bixing would love to do something with his hands, but for now, he's allowed to just be spoiled, though he does let one of his hands drift backwards to rest very lightly on his hip, just for the sake of connection. the coldish, tepid water is completely forgotten in favor of finally taking the chance to relax. ]
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he hasn't flagged really, the hand on his hip makes it worse, embarrassing even, but he doesn't pull away, unable to bring himself to do so, rather, he leans in and presses lips to his ear again like a reward.
with his other hand, he holds him steady against his chest, palm spread over lu bixing's heart.
his head bows and his lips kiss the junction of his neck and shoulder almost reverently. ]
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he likes the feel of his hands on him - familiar callouses, long, spindly fingers. he likes the way lin jingheng fits against him, too. he likes the way that he got him a little riled up, that he can feel it. cheeky, maybe - but is that surprising - he presses back into him a little further, arching a bit, and lu bixing tilts his head to the side to make more room for him. the kiss to his ear does nothing to help with this, the way he lightly pushes his hips backwards into his to rile lin up a little more.
the hand brushing his hip tucks in a little further. squeezes, gently, over fading old marks, and he brings his other one up to rest over top of lin's on his chest, to gently set his fingers in the spaces between lin jingheng's and lightly squeeze, his heartbeat jumping under that strong, steady palm. it feels like fireworks under his skin even just to be this close to him, and he laughs a little, a soft, bubbly thing. it's kind of funny, if only because he's not very good at keeping still. he has to be very patient, here! ]
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the patience is truly something that lin jingheng seldom sees from lu bixing in these particular situations. he's an insatiable, squirming thing and lin jingheng huffs a laugh as he lets his hand slide slowly down his chest. he pauses there, just over his heartbeat with their fingers interlaced. the squeeze earns a soft hum as he gradually begins to drag that hand slowly down his ribs, to rest gently over his abdomen.
the squeeze earns a hum, pleased and rare, and he presses closer, as though trying to encapsulate that little, pleased giggle in a bubble between the both of them. lin jingheng doesn't flinch, and as the shower is uncomfortable, he doesn't care, pushing him slowly against the tile. is this what he'd hoped for? lin jiingheng is feeling nerves gathering in his hand as he lets it slide slowly downwards while he mouths at the curve of lu bixing's neck. his eyes flutter shut as he tries to focus, letting the cool water hit his back, shielding lu bixing from it and instead letting him bask in the warmth of his own skin. ]
I think you're still dirty, [ he says, very softly. his voice hesitates just a bit. it can't be helped. hand straying lower [goose honk] ]