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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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] ]