[ 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 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] ]