[ 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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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. ]