“I’ve already told you not to be scared~” Sizhui smiles and pulls away enough to pull Jin Ling along with him to the other teens room, “I will definitely protect you if you need me to.”
“We all need protection from something at some point or another,” Sizhui hums and closes the door once they’re safely behind it and gently presses Jin Ling against it.
For a moment he just looks over his face; noting the pink tinge to those adorable ears and he smiles, “Maybe one day you’ll need protection from me. You never know~”
It's not like Jin Ling doesn't know that, hadn't already needed protection before but that doesn't mean he has to ever admit it! But when they're inside and instead of moving further into the room Sizhui just presses him to the door, his heart skips a couple of beats and his ears definitely get hotter and pinker.
This is definitely not something they should be doing where it'd be so easy to get caught.
"Never," Jin Ling huffs out all the same, blustering to cover up that he was actually flustered.
He was finding out a whole lot about himself lately -- that he liked being in Sizhui's lap, that he liked being pressed into a door by Sizhui. He really thought that was going to be the other way around.
Likewise Sizhui was learning quite a bit himself. Anytime he had a passing thought where he allowed it to be something like this—this was not the way it usually went. But this is the way it turned out and the idea amused him. (Son like father, he supposed.)
The more pink Jin Lings ears turned the more Sizhui wanted to press closer to him.
He did.
And Jin Ling was warm and they fit well against each other it turned out. He should feel some shame, he knew he should, he was surprisingly bold about all of this. But he didn’t.
It might just be his entire face going pink as the other presses in against him, leaving him with the door to his back and Sizhui to his front and just oh, that feels really nice. He's still worried and anxious but that had a hard time competing with teenage hormones.
"That... I didn't know how much I'd like this," he says quietly, and his hands finally come up , wrapping around the other to pull him closer.
“Like what, exactly?” Sizhui lightly licked his lips and nosed in again when Jin Ling pulled him closer on his own.
Teenage hormones really were making things difficult. There was no doubt that they were skewing his judgement. It wasn’t appropriate to be doing this...was it?
If it wasn’t, then someone should probably tell his hands because they were busy finding fastenings and ties to loose. The others clothes.
Jin Ling shook his head a little, feeling the other's hands on his clothes and...is he undressing him? "Sizhui..." he doesn't even know how to answer that. And the other is really distracting him.
"should we really be doing this... especially here?" he says again as hard as he wants to ignore that in favor of how good this feels and that he wants to see what happens when the other's done with his clothes.
It wasn’t so much about completely undressing him as it was just wanting to get closer with less layers between them.
“Here is exactly where this sort of thing usually happens,” Sizhui murmured and presses a light but warm, lingering kiss to the others chin as his palm smoothed against his side, “I just want to be closer to you...”
“What if we don’t?” Sizhui counters quietly. The risk is there as it always would be but, what if they wasted all of their time worrying. What if. What if. What if they woke up tomorrow and didn’t remember any of this? What if they went about their lives and never had this chance again?
What if?
His thoughts slowed the moment Jin Ling kissed him again. For a moment he barely responded, shocked out of his reverie but the warmth of him, the pure want to be closer pushed him to deepen that kiss. It felt different than that night at the club. More familiar.
He could do this forever. Just kiss him... was that strange?
Both hands wandered over expensive fabric; testing the warmth and finding that it wasn’t close enough, still. He tugged a little, pushed folds aside and finally his searching lead him to skin. Just enough to satisfy a specific hunger without getting them into trouble.
Jin ling parts his lips as the other deepened the kiss. His mind is still racing about what if they got caught, anxiety still crawling down his spine but he's doing his best to ignore it because this feels good and Sizhui feels safe.
The other's hands kind of felt like they were everywhere and there's shyness as his robes are tampered with, as the other's fingers pressed to his skin and the touch is like a spark. He whimpers softly into the other's mouth, his hands coming up to grip at the other's sides. He wanted this even though he was scared. He's scared that as soon as he opens up, as he really gives into this that he'll lose Sizhui and he'll be alone and it'll hurt more to be alone again.
Little does Jin Ling realize that Sizhui isn't the type to just kiss someone and leave them when he's done. He's too soft for that, too loyal, too smart.
The moan the other teen offers vibrates against his bottom lip and Sizhui looks up through his lashes, slowing the kiss in favor of working the outer robes off completely. The gold fabric puddles beautifully against the floor and he smiles softly before bringing his hands back to undo his own. After all, it wasn't fair to Jin Ling to be the only one semi-vulnerable at the moment, right?
"I'm as much yours as you are mine," he murmurs and kisses him again; softer this time, lingering while he shrugs out of the pretty blue clouds, "Don't be shy."
Jin Ling would believe that about Sizhui. His fears are more based on himself and on the fact he's lost almost everyone he ever cared about. He can't control the fear even if he's trying to ignore it for Sizhui. The other doesn't deserve dealing with his baggage.
Somehow, Jin Ling isn't expecting his outer robes to be removed but he hadn't stopped Sizhui, it hadn't really crossed his mind.
"Mm," he exhales, the words harder for him to really echo out loud just yet. It'll come. He kisses him back, feeling the other's movements, knowing his robe was going too.
“Oh, you’re not?” With both of their robes puddled on the floor, he steps backwards over his and pulls Jin Ling along with him towards the others bed, “Prove it. Kiss me like you really want me to be yours.”
Jin Ling nearly trips on the other's robe but he catches himself, feeling the nervousness rise as they get closer to the bed and he's going red again. Goddamn it.
"Sizhui..." He swallows and then presses in closer, his lips crashing into the other's. He feels shy about it but he wants Sizhui to know that he wants him to be his. His hands go to his shoulders, curling in tight.
Good. Nerves are good. Not always but in things like this—good.
He smiles knowingly and slides a hand up into the others hair as he kisses him again. The sound of his name on the others lips is strangely arousing; maybe it was the tone. Whatever it was it pulled a low moan from him and his hands moved along skin and fabric, gripping him to turn him around so he could push him onto the bed and follow him.
“Should we stop?” He breathes but immediately presses into another kiss.
Jin Ling kisses him and everything just fuels the heat and desire he has for Sizhui. How does the other know exactly what to do to make him kind of feel crazy. His hands slide over the other's shoulders and down his biceps as he falls down onto the bed. He gasps as he looks up at him, surprised at the question.
No is on the tip of his lips but he's already in the kiss, holding him close as he brushes hands along the other's inner robes, tasting the other's lips.
Even if he had wanted to stop, he knew it would be more difficult than that. His fingers curl in the bedding and he bites playfully into the kiss before breaking it to move the kiss along his jaw and over the side of his throat.
His hips roll down against the others and one hand inevitably lets go to try and reach inside for skin again. Jin Ling was so warm. So soft. So...
Teeth nip at the underside of his jaw and he chuckles softly before peering down at him from a mere inch away, “Tell me when to stop if you want me to, okay?” He murmurs and shifts and continue those kisses down the front of his throat and down the center of his chest where the robe was parted.
Jin Ling's heart races as the other's mouth moves lower. He watches him, ears bright pink and he moans when the other's hips rolled against his and he reaches up to cover his mouth for a moment. Because what if Lan Wangji or Wei Wuxian... what if...
His thoughts short circuited when the other's hand goes on the move again and god... His head turns to the side more, shivering at the nip, at the way the other's chuckle against his skin makes it tingle.
"Okay," he agrees, not sure exactly what athe other is planning to do as he kept kissing downward and his breathing is uneven and hands had started to slip free from the ohter's robes.
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"I... do..."
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"Don't think we should make out or anything here..."
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“No, we should not do that here...”
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Jin Ling, please.
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For a moment he just looks over his face; noting the pink tinge to those adorable ears and he smiles, “Maybe one day you’ll need protection from me. You never know~”
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This is definitely not something they should be doing where it'd be so easy to get caught.
"Never," Jin Ling huffs out all the same, blustering to cover up that he was actually flustered.
He was finding out a whole lot about himself lately -- that he liked being in Sizhui's lap, that he liked being pressed into a door by Sizhui. He really thought that was going to be the other way around.
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The more pink Jin Lings ears turned the more Sizhui wanted to press closer to him.
He did.
And Jin Ling was warm and they fit well against each other it turned out. He should feel some shame, he knew he should, he was surprisingly bold about all of this. But he didn’t.
“What are you thinking?”
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"That... I didn't know how much I'd like this," he says quietly, and his hands finally come up , wrapping around the other to pull him closer.
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Teenage hormones really were making things difficult. There was no doubt that they were skewing his judgement. It wasn’t appropriate to be doing this...was it?
If it wasn’t, then someone should probably tell his hands because they were busy finding fastenings and ties to loose. The others clothes.
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"should we really be doing this... especially here?" he says again as hard as he wants to ignore that in favor of how good this feels and that he wants to see what happens when the other's done with his clothes.
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“Here is exactly where this sort of thing usually happens,” Sizhui murmured and presses a light but warm, lingering kiss to the others chin as his palm smoothed against his side, “I just want to be closer to you...”
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Jin Ling finds himself caring less when the other's kissing his chin, when he feels his touch and...
"Me too," he admits, is there a limit to how pink he can go. He tilts his head to press his lips to the other's.
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What if?
His thoughts slowed the moment Jin Ling kissed him again. For a moment he barely responded, shocked out of his reverie but the warmth of him, the pure want to be closer pushed him to deepen that kiss. It felt different than that night at the club. More familiar.
He could do this forever. Just kiss him... was that strange?
Both hands wandered over expensive fabric; testing the warmth and finding that it wasn’t close enough, still. He tugged a little, pushed folds aside and finally his searching lead him to skin. Just enough to satisfy a specific hunger without getting them into trouble.
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The other's hands kind of felt like they were everywhere and there's shyness as his robes are tampered with, as the other's fingers pressed to his skin and the touch is like a spark. He whimpers softly into the other's mouth, his hands coming up to grip at the other's sides. He wanted this even though he was scared. He's scared that as soon as he opens up, as he really gives into this that he'll lose Sizhui and he'll be alone and it'll hurt more to be alone again.
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The moan the other teen offers vibrates against his bottom lip and Sizhui looks up through his lashes, slowing the kiss in favor of working the outer robes off completely. The gold fabric puddles beautifully against the floor and he smiles softly before bringing his hands back to undo his own. After all, it wasn't fair to Jin Ling to be the only one semi-vulnerable at the moment, right?
"I'm as much yours as you are mine," he murmurs and kisses him again; softer this time, lingering while he shrugs out of the pretty blue clouds, "Don't be shy."
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Somehow, Jin Ling isn't expecting his outer robes to be removed but he hadn't stopped Sizhui, it hadn't really crossed his mind.
"Mm," he exhales, the words harder for him to really echo out loud just yet. It'll come. He kisses him back, feeling the other's movements, knowing his robe was going too.
"I'm not shy!"
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"Sizhui..." He swallows and then presses in closer, his lips crashing into the other's. He feels shy about it but he wants Sizhui to know that he wants him to be his. His hands go to his shoulders, curling in tight.
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He smiles knowingly and slides a hand up into the others hair as he kisses him again. The sound of his name on the others lips is strangely arousing; maybe it was the tone. Whatever it was it pulled a low moan from him and his hands moved along skin and fabric, gripping him to turn him around so he could push him onto the bed and follow him.
“Should we stop?” He breathes but immediately presses into another kiss.
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No is on the tip of his lips but he's already in the kiss, holding him close as he brushes hands along the other's inner robes, tasting the other's lips.
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His hips roll down against the others and one hand inevitably lets go to try and reach inside for skin again. Jin Ling was so warm. So soft. So...
Teeth nip at the underside of his jaw and he chuckles softly before peering down at him from a mere inch away, “Tell me when to stop if you want me to, okay?” He murmurs and shifts and continue those kisses down the front of his throat and down the center of his chest where the robe was parted.
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His thoughts short circuited when the other's hand goes on the move again and god... His head turns to the side more, shivering at the nip, at the way the other's chuckle against his skin makes it tingle.
"Okay," he agrees, not sure exactly what athe other is planning to do as he kept kissing downward and his breathing is uneven and hands had started to slip free from the ohter's robes.
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