[ 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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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] ]