“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.
Shifting in place he slid between the others legs instead and sat up only enough to be able to pull at the remaining ties and sashes.
Occasionally his gaze would slide up to watch Jin Lings face while he worked, and it lingered there when he pointedly ran his palm against the thin bit of fabric that was left between him and the others length.
Jin Ling stares at the other as he settles between his legs, as the sashes are dealt with. His heart is racing and it's a mix of excitement and anxiety. But then the other's hand is against his length and he could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric. He squirms and then reaches for a pillow to throw at the other's face at the pink comment.
"Shut up," he huffs, willing himself to stop being pink but yeah that's not working. "Why are you so...why is this so easy for you! Aren't the Lans like the most uptight, unsexual people ever..."
Sizhui defends himself with a raised hand but still finds himself chuckling because...that was cute.
However, the last bit makes him sit up, amused beyond belief as he looks over the others face. He shakes his head and reaches to undo the remaining sashes on his own person.
“Misconception,” he shakes his head, “People confuse control with being frigid. Boring. Lans are not lackluster. They’re polished. Refined. Un breakable.”
He paused and tipped his head in the direction of the room Hanguang jun and Wei Wuxian share, “We just need someone with a bit of fire to shatter it once in a while.”
Jin Ling's breathing is still uneven when the other sits up again, watching as Sizhui is finishing getting undressed and he can't help how much he wants to see more of him. This is different from the baths, very different.
"I don't want to think about them," Jin Ling huffs again after the other finished talking but that nod to their room had been too much, he throws another pillow at Sizhui, pushing himself up on his elbows after.
"You're different," Jin Ling mumbles, wanting to press a pillow to his face now because he's probably just red now because now he's thinking about how much he freaking likes Sizhui and it's embarrassing.
Jin Ling swallows heavily as he finds himself nose to nose with the other. His lips parting as his eyes drop from the other's to his lips before back up.
Jin Ling's eyes close as the other's lips move, feeling his breath on his ear making it tingle and it took everything not to squirm beneath him. The words have his breath catching.
"I...uhm..." Jin Ling is still flustered by it, his shoulders rising. "I..."
Everything's already ended up backwards of the way he would have thought things would be. "I just always thought you were so..soft and.. that you'd... but then you shoved me into the door and I was in your lap..."
And can he shut up.
"I... you've thought about doing that?"
Jin Ling's never actually thought about the actual sex part.
That surprised him as well. Don’t worry. And to be fair, sex hadn’t really been on his mind until the last year or so.
Sizhui drops a soft kiss to the others mouth and then sits up so he can carefully peel off the rest of his clothes until he is the most vulnerable in the room.
Jin Ling relaxes a little at the soft kiss and he watches as the other gets completely undressed and at first he avoids looking down but after a few seconds his eyes move down over his torso to the other's cock and he feels a stirring in his at the sight.
"I just want you too," he admits. "..And for my ears to go back to normal."
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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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Occasionally his gaze would slide up to watch Jin Lings face while he worked, and it lingered there when he pointedly ran his palm against the thin bit of fabric that was left between him and the others length.
“Pink looks nice on you.”
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"Shut up," he huffs, willing himself to stop being pink but yeah that's not working. "Why are you so...why is this so easy for you! Aren't the Lans like the most uptight, unsexual people ever..."
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However, the last bit makes him sit up, amused beyond belief as he looks over the others face. He shakes his head and reaches to undo the remaining sashes on his own person.
“Misconception,” he shakes his head, “People confuse control with being frigid. Boring. Lans are not lackluster. They’re polished. Refined. Un breakable.”
He paused and tipped his head in the direction of the room Hanguang jun and Wei Wuxian share, “We just need someone with a bit of fire to shatter it once in a while.”
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"I don't want to think about them," Jin Ling huffs again after the other finished talking but that nod to their room had been too much, he throws another pillow at Sizhui, pushing himself up on his elbows after.
"Lans are boring. I've been to Cloud Recesses."
He's mostly teasing.
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“Should I go? If I’m boring you I should leave you to find someone who does not.”
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"You're different," Jin Ling mumbles, wanting to press a pillow to his face now because he's probably just red now because now he's thinking about how much he freaking likes Sizhui and it's embarrassing.
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He reaches for any pillows and shoves them away before the other can get any bright ideas and leans over him so that they’re nose to nose.
“How am I different?”
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"You don't have a stick up your ass?"
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Then he whispers, “I’m more interested in putting something in yours.”
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"O...oh," he swallows.
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That wasn’t just in his head.
Sizhui swallows softly and takes a moment to breathe before he pulls back again and searches the others face, “Unless...you...want mine.”
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Everything's already ended up backwards of the way he would have thought things would be. "I just always thought you were so..soft and.. that you'd... but then you shoved me into the door and I was in your lap..."
And can he shut up.
"I... you've thought about doing that?"
Jin Ling's never actually thought about the actual sex part.
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Sizhui drops a soft kiss to the others mouth and then sits up so he can carefully peel off the rest of his clothes until he is the most vulnerable in the room.
“I just want you. We can try both ways.”
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"I just want you too," he admits. "..And for my ears to go back to normal."
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“I love your ears; normal and as pink as roses,” he murmurs against his mouth before licking him playfully, “Now...I’m naked. What will you do now?”
Do something, Jin Ling. Make a move.
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