[ pushy is fine. pushy is great! pushy is amazing. lu bixing is tipsy and happy and like, floating on clouds right now so he lets lin jingheng herd him upstairs with little complaining, reaching back out to hold his hand, to touch him just for the sake of touching him. the look outward at the dance floor is nice, and he follows his gaze curiously for a moment, but -
well, okay, being yanked into a room is incredibly attractive so everything else goes right out of his head. he makes a surprised noise, a little yelp, and then brightens up, the emotional leak share of one of his drinks going surprised-delighted-a-tiny-bit-horny-thrilled all at once as he's pulled in.
lu bixing brightens, and immediately pulls the door shut behind him, kicking it with his heel and locking it behind him. occupied. ]
Well, if that's the case, I'm all yours - I'm always all yours. [ duh. he drops his hands, skating them down lin jingheng's tiny, tiny waist, curling them at his hips, and then ducking his head in to steal a kiss. just a quick one. ] Is it later?
[ he whispers it between the stolen kiss (it tastes like your favorite thing) and another one that he presses into the corner of his mouth, hands sliding up to hold his face close. thumbs stroke the rise of lu bixing's cheekbones. touch is not something that lin jingheng doles out easily, nor does he accept it willingly. sitting next to him is like sitting next to the world's most finicky cat sometimes.
[ well, see - bixing's favorite flavor is lin jingheng, so, that's not hard. he leans into the hands on his face almost immediately, skin flushed warm and pleased from the alcohol and the interaction, and sighs into the kiss, happy and content, easily making it more open mouthed. he's always been kind of a handsy drunk and this comes at no surprise, so, tipsy just makes him bold, and combined with the fact that jingheng has definitely been hitting the love potion bottle, it should be a good night.
his mouth quirks against lin jingheng's, and he pulls back just a little. ]
Please. [ definitely, yes.
he's not going to give him a ton of time to do it, though, mostly because he's touchy as always and he will use the one very brief second of element of surprise that he has here to turn them around and pin lin jingheng up to the doorway, crowding him up against it, sliding a leg between his and ducking in to immediately kiss him again. yes you can take his coat off but you can have the additional challenge of having to do it while he is All Over You. ]
[ wow the door hello. lin jingheng laughs, actually laughs. it's not a giggle by any means, but it's soft, breathless between their mouths as he shoves off his coat, pushing with fingers and palms until it can hit the floor completely. he runs his hands up his arms to his shoulders, fingers gripping, sliding upwards to assure lu bixing he's here, he's touching him—
and then, thanks to that whisper, he dives immediately for his back, sinking fingers into the warm muscle of his sholder blades, pulling him closer.
maybe u should be worried because lin jingheng is eager to be just as all over him, grip like steel, teeth teasing at his lower lip. between one kiss and the next: ]
[ bixing does not impede this at all. he rolls his shoulders backwards and sticks his arms out when necessary to half shimmy free of the princely coat he got to wear, and hits the ground in a soft thump of satin and thick fabric. it was a perfect fit, and underneath...
...yeah, of course he's wearing the backless thing thancred picked out for him. it's a vest that nicely fits his body, skims over the muscles that he's (maybe surprisingly, to other people) earned, over the dark fabric that's a nice contrast to the warm tones of his skin. he smiles, too, mouth quirked up delightedly at jingheng's reaction, at the teeth, as he presses his thigh upwards and makes a soft pleased noise, arching into the grip of his hands. he's going to be wearing faded scratch marks again this week, but that's fine. at this point he's shameless. actually, he's just always been shameless, but maybe that's besides the point.
another kiss, then another - open mouthed and wanting before he forces himself to pull away, nudges lin jingheng's jaw up and presses kisses up the line to it, murmurs in his ear, suggestive and flirtatious, low and sweet: ]
[ there is a moment of debate where lin jingheng really looks like he isn't sure which he would rather. there's something to be said about the whole backless affair, especially as he thumbs along his scapula, lets his mouth trail slowly against his throat as he thinks really hard about this decision. like super hard.
between one hungry kiss and then another, trailing down his throat, lips at his ear. temptation. he melts against the door just a little, fingers digging in all the more and raking downwards until he can reach the small of lu bixing's back, digging thumbs in gently. ]
We've got time.
[ that is lin jingheng speak for: once with it on, once with it off. ]
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well, okay, being yanked into a room is incredibly attractive so everything else goes right out of his head. he makes a surprised noise, a little yelp, and then brightens up, the emotional leak share of one of his drinks going surprised-delighted-a-tiny-bit-horny-thrilled all at once as he's pulled in.
lu bixing brightens, and immediately pulls the door shut behind him, kicking it with his heel and locking it behind him. occupied. ]
Well, if that's the case, I'm all yours - I'm always all yours. [ duh. he drops his hands, skating them down lin jingheng's tiny, tiny waist, curling them at his hips, and then ducking his head in to steal a kiss. just a quick one. ] Is it later?
[ cheeky ]
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[ he whispers it between the stolen kiss (it tastes like your favorite thing) and another one that he presses into the corner of his mouth, hands sliding up to hold his face close. thumbs stroke the rise of lu bixing's cheekbones. touch is not something that lin jingheng doles out easily, nor does he accept it willingly. sitting next to him is like sitting next to the world's most finicky cat sometimes.
instead, he craves touch: ]
Now...
[ his hand slides against he lapel of his coat. ]
Can I help you with this?
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his mouth quirks against lin jingheng's, and he pulls back just a little. ]
Please. [ definitely, yes.
he's not going to give him a ton of time to do it, though, mostly because he's touchy as always and he will use the one very brief second of element of surprise that he has here to turn them around and pin lin jingheng up to the doorway, crowding him up against it, sliding a leg between his and ducking in to immediately kiss him again. yes you can take his coat off but you can have the additional challenge of having to do it while he is All Over You. ]
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and then, thanks to that whisper, he dives immediately for his back, sinking fingers into the warm muscle of his sholder blades, pulling him closer.
maybe u should be worried because lin jingheng is eager to be just as all over him, grip like steel, teeth teasing at his lower lip. between one kiss and the next: ]
I like it.
[ man. thanks thancred. ]
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...yeah, of course he's wearing the backless thing thancred picked out for him. it's a vest that nicely fits his body, skims over the muscles that he's (maybe surprisingly, to other people) earned, over the dark fabric that's a nice contrast to the warm tones of his skin. he smiles, too, mouth quirked up delightedly at jingheng's reaction, at the teeth, as he presses his thigh upwards and makes a soft pleased noise, arching into the grip of his hands. he's going to be wearing faded scratch marks again this week, but that's fine. at this point he's shameless. actually, he's just always been shameless, but maybe that's besides the point.
another kiss, then another - open mouthed and wanting before he forces himself to pull away, nudges lin jingheng's jaw up and presses kisses up the line to it, murmurs in his ear, suggestive and flirtatious, low and sweet: ]
I can keep it on the whole time, if you want?
[ hehe. ]
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between one hungry kiss and then another, trailing down his throat, lips at his ear. temptation. he melts against the door just a little, fingers digging in all the more and raking downwards until he can reach the small of lu bixing's back, digging thumbs in gently. ]
We've got time.
[ that is lin jingheng speak for: once with it on, once with it off. ]