[ he won't get tired of hearing it, laughing, truly laughing at how out of breath lu bixing sounds beneath him. he brackets him with his knees and in one fell swoop, he cages lu bixing with his arms, braced on his elbows to easily be within kissing range.
there is a moment when he thinks that maybe, he ought to consider the fact that this entire place is supposed to be some kind of funny enclosure. at the same time, he can't bring himself to care. he hasn't seen their home on qiming in over a decade, his heart hurts like it's made of stone, split in two because half of him has always been with lu bixing. the safest place it could ever be.
the truth is, they will not be. Lewd In Pulic, but he does free lu bixing's chest to press against his. it's warm, and he can feel the cadence of their rushing heartbeats as he presses in close and tucks his nose into the curve of his shoulder. ]
I stared up at the stars and waiting for this... all of this... for so long.
[ lu bixing is faced with a dilemma, and that dilemma is this. he wants to kiss jingheng, the minute he gets into close kissing distance, but he also desperately wants to listen to him talk. it is a problem. he hopes that he looks cute sprawled out on this bed? he hopes he looks cute.
apparently, he does. lu bixing still has a hand in the back of his hair, curled through the silky strands, and his other arm reaches up to link around his shoulder. he loves how warm jingheng is, for someone who supposedly looks so cold; it's a reminder of the scorching warmth he gave off the first time they kissed, the way it felt like colorblindness melting away to see the world for all of its hues. bixing turns his head, kisses the side of lin jingheng's because it's next to him, and looks up at the ceiling and just smiles. he smiles so big his cheeks hurt. ]
Yeah. [ yeah. that's all he can say - there were no stars to stare at, for him. just the crushing misery of knowing he'd never have this again, only to have it returned. hell, of all places, has done bixing some good things.
he kisses the side of his head again, another, another, arches up a little to feel that heartbeat. ]
Was it everything you expected? [ soft, almost a little jokingly, lamely - even if he wants to know the answer. they're in hell, not actually home, but it doesn't matter. will it be everything you expect, when we're home? ]
It's better than anything I remembered... Even in hell.
[ he says this on the cusp of another kiss, turning to press in close, a hand sliding up to cup the side of lu bixing's face. there's a warmth that fills him, and he looks into his eyes, his heart swollen.
he thinks about all of thought years, weight on lu bixing's shoulders, the now fading track marks that he kisses along with his palm every night. lin jingheng wants to give him everything, every part of his life, the keys to his kingdom of nothing.
just bixing. he leans in and pressed their foreheads together, a smile curling onto his lips. ]
[ ehehehe. this is much easier than the very first time something like this happened, here, because this time, it just feels natural - it feels like home. it feels like all the right ways, like lin jingheng crankily staring at the fridge in his pajamas, like waking up curled together in bed, or, like sleeping in and knowing lin jingheng was just a few meters away. he's healed, here, even if it's just a little. he's found his way home.
so, it's easy for him to play along. it's confidence week, after all, and that cheesy, ear to ear grin returns, because he can't help himself, because he adores lin jingheng's smile, because if it weren't for the unnaturalness of the fact that this just a fake biome of their real house, he's home.
so, the flirtatious and playful headmaster lu returns, as he steals a kiss, and leans back a little, waggling his eyebrows. ] Here I am. All yours for the taking, my commander. ♥
[ always. in the way, happily, that he knows lin jingheng is his. ]
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there is a moment when he thinks that maybe, he ought to consider the fact that this entire place is supposed to be some kind of funny enclosure. at the same time, he can't bring himself to care. he hasn't seen their home on qiming in over a decade, his heart hurts like it's made of stone, split in two because half of him has always been with lu bixing. the safest place it could ever be.
the truth is, they will not be. Lewd In Pulic, but he does free lu bixing's chest to press against his. it's warm, and he can feel the cadence of their rushing heartbeats as he presses in close and tucks his nose into the curve of his shoulder. ]
I stared up at the stars and waiting for this... all of this... for so long.
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apparently, he does. lu bixing still has a hand in the back of his hair, curled through the silky strands, and his other arm reaches up to link around his shoulder. he loves how warm jingheng is, for someone who supposedly looks so cold; it's a reminder of the scorching warmth he gave off the first time they kissed, the way it felt like colorblindness melting away to see the world for all of its hues. bixing turns his head, kisses the side of lin jingheng's because it's next to him, and looks up at the ceiling and just smiles. he smiles so big his cheeks hurt. ]
Yeah. [ yeah. that's all he can say - there were no stars to stare at, for him. just the crushing misery of knowing he'd never have this again, only to have it returned. hell, of all places, has done bixing some good things.
he kisses the side of his head again, another, another, arches up a little to feel that heartbeat. ]
Was it everything you expected? [ soft, almost a little jokingly, lamely - even if he wants to know the answer. they're in hell, not actually home, but it doesn't matter. will it be everything you expect, when we're home? ]
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[ he says this on the cusp of another kiss, turning to press in close, a hand sliding up to cup the side of lu bixing's face. there's a warmth that fills him, and he looks into his eyes, his heart swollen.
he thinks about all of thought years, weight on lu bixing's shoulders, the now fading track marks that he kisses along with his palm every night. lin jingheng wants to give him everything, every part of his life, the keys to his kingdom of nothing.
just bixing. he leans in and pressed their foreheads together, a smile curling onto his lips. ]
Here you are...
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so, it's easy for him to play along. it's confidence week, after all, and that cheesy, ear to ear grin returns, because he can't help himself, because he adores lin jingheng's smile, because if it weren't for the unnaturalness of the fact that this just a fake biome of their real house, he's home.
so, the flirtatious and playful headmaster lu returns, as he steals a kiss, and leans back a little, waggling his eyebrows. ] Here I am. All yours for the taking, my commander. ♥
[ always. in the way, happily, that he knows lin jingheng is his. ]