[ it isn't easy for lu bixing to sleep on his own, he understands that. leaning in just enough, he kisses the top of his head before fully settling in, extending an arm for him to lay his head on because come here. ]
No. [ he aches a bit, so this is nicer than sitting up really. ]
[ oh this makes his heart do a big gay doki because of course it does. he scooches in to do just that, pillowing his head on his arm and peering up at him with those big, brown eyes, cheeks flushing a little pink as he fits himself in lin jingheng's space. ]
Me too. [ it - comforts some little part of him that he knows is a little bit of a freak. he can't help it, can't let lin jingheng out of his sight, would be happy to be able to just know he's okay all the time, and the curfew night only makes it worse.
lu bixing scoots forward a little where he's laying to rest a hand very gently against lin's chest, where he knows he's still got to be all bruised up, and jokes to try and lighten the mood just a little, ] Can't kiss you too much while the kids are around, anyway.
[ stupid. cute. big brown (boomhauer voice) dang ole eyes. the bruises on his chest are concurrent with being smacked by branches on the way down like a cartoon and then just being dropped onto the ground. and also from like bumping into shit yesterday and just being an unlucky mess so it truly does look like his bruises have bruises.
the curfew really does make it all worse, and lin jingheng makes sure to wrap an arm around lu bixing's side, to assure him by pulling him further into his gravity. ]
You know how they get.
[ his thumb slowly strokes downwards, a steady rhythm along the dip in lu bixing's spine. he does maybe (playfully) lift his head a bit more like he's looking before slowly easing back. ]
[ tomorrow's victim is lu bixing, found dead of cardiac arrest from lin jingheng flirting like this with him on curfew
anyway yeah he's just being. so cute. it's unbearable? it helps to soothe some of that anxious nerve that hits every single thursday, and lu bixing's mouth quirks up happily at the corners, and he happily goes where he is pulled, sliding an ankle between lin's to tangle them up forward, arching into that thumb that strokes his spine.
he peeks over lin jingheng's shoulder when he says that - if he had a tail, it would be wagging - and then ducks in and steals a kiss. it's supposed to be a cute, playful peck, but it lingers, with that slightly sour reminder that he tries so hard not think about that he could wake up, and lin could be gone.
when he pulls back, nudging his nose gently against lin jingheng's, he murmurs: ] Is that why you wanted to come over here?
[ shut the fuck up sisi!!!!!! stop!!!!!! no death!!!!!
"i wanted to lay down because i feel like i cracked my ribs on the fall from that damn owl, actually" is what lin jingheng would say, but lu bixing is already nosing against him, so close. when he kisses him, it lingers warm, and lin jingheng doesn't allow him to pull back without being kissed back, a pressure where his nose pushes into lu bixing's cheek with the force of it. don't go, don't go anywhere, stay here, let me wake up to you again and again and again and ag—
when they do pull back, when they are hovering: ]
What's wrong with wanting a little privacy?
[ yes. the ankle between his own, pulling closer so they're twined up fast and tight. he leans in, whispering softly: ]
Don't feel like spending the last hour or so awake sharing you with anyone.
[ you can almost hear the sound of cupid's arrow hitting him right in the butt. honestly. it's not like lu bixing isn't already madly and stupidly in love with lin jingheng but when he says stuff like that? it takes him to another plane of existence. it somehow still manages to surprise him. lin is so cool.
the whisper and the statement both make him shiver, delighted and thrilled, and he like immediately tilts his head to kiss his cheek, then ducks his face down into his neck. ]
Okay. [ yes please. yes, please. it soothes his own anxiety, a little, as he winds his arm around lin jingheng and holds him a little tighter. they are a set do not separate, and repeats himself kind of stupidly. ] Okay.
[ stupid. he nuzzles his face into his neck like a puppy, trying not to wiggle. ] I'm all yours, you know? And you're - [ a pause, like he's a little unsure. insecurity week. ] You're my commander.
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No. [ he aches a bit, so this is nicer than sitting up really. ]
I want to keep my eye on you until I can't.
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Me too. [ it - comforts some little part of him that he knows is a little bit of a freak. he can't help it, can't let lin jingheng out of his sight, would be happy to be able to just know he's okay all the time, and the curfew night only makes it worse.
lu bixing scoots forward a little where he's laying to rest a hand very gently against lin's chest, where he knows he's still got to be all bruised up, and jokes to try and lighten the mood just a little, ] Can't kiss you too much while the kids are around, anyway.
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the curfew really does make it all worse, and lin jingheng makes sure to wrap an arm around lu bixing's side, to assure him by pulling him further into his gravity. ]
You know how they get.
[ his thumb slowly strokes downwards, a steady rhythm along the dip in lu bixing's spine. he does maybe (playfully) lift his head a bit more like he's looking before slowly easing back. ]
Don't see any kids right now.
[ please know this is all just deadpan. ]
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anyway yeah he's just being. so cute. it's unbearable? it helps to soothe some of that anxious nerve that hits every single thursday, and lu bixing's mouth quirks up happily at the corners, and he happily goes where he is pulled, sliding an ankle between lin's to tangle them up forward, arching into that thumb that strokes his spine.
he peeks over lin jingheng's shoulder when he says that - if he had a tail, it would be wagging - and then ducks in and steals a kiss. it's supposed to be a cute, playful peck, but it lingers, with that slightly sour reminder that he tries so hard not think about that he could wake up, and lin could be gone.
when he pulls back, nudging his nose gently against lin jingheng's, he murmurs: ] Is that why you wanted to come over here?
[ happy... so happy...... ]
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"i wanted to lay down because i feel like i cracked my ribs on the fall from that damn owl, actually" is what lin jingheng would say, but lu bixing is already nosing against him, so close. when he kisses him, it lingers warm, and lin jingheng doesn't allow him to pull back without being kissed back, a pressure where his nose pushes into lu bixing's cheek with the force of it. don't go, don't go anywhere, stay here, let me wake up to you again and again and again and ag—
when they do pull back, when they are hovering: ]
What's wrong with wanting a little privacy?
[ yes. the ankle between his own, pulling closer so they're twined up fast and tight. he leans in, whispering softly: ]
Don't feel like spending the last hour or so awake sharing you with anyone.
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the whisper and the statement both make him shiver, delighted and thrilled, and he like immediately tilts his head to kiss his cheek, then ducks his face down into his neck. ]
Okay. [ yes please. yes, please. it soothes his own anxiety, a little, as he winds his arm around lin jingheng and holds him a little tighter. they are a set do not separate, and repeats himself kind of stupidly. ] Okay.
[ stupid. he nuzzles his face into his neck like a puppy, trying not to wiggle. ] I'm all yours, you know? And you're - [ a pause, like he's a little unsure. insecurity week. ] You're my commander.