Sizhui... breathes easier with each rushed word that he hears, though his heart does beat faster about being the one that Jingyi wanted to kiss. Elder brother... he had been glad to know him, but there is something about being told that difference--
At some point his hand sifts so that, within the folds between their sleeves, is fingers wrap around Jingyi's, a little cold but very steady.
It is all right. It will all be all right.
"I don't want to forget anything that you say, Jingyi. I never want that.
"But no, I think you are you. The right you. The one who belongs here. And...
Cue fluttering heart and maybe a little bit of a squeak when Sizhui wraps his hand around Jingyi's. He immediately shifts to lace their fingers together because he can and he is allowed and they remember everything that came before this.
Jingyi's face is pretty thick, but when Sizhui says that he is the one that belongs with him he flushes bright red and absolutely cannot prevent himself from trying to kiss Sizhui.
There is absolutely no other response to that declaration that even makes sense.
.... successful. Sizhui is startled, but his arms move to wrap around Jingyi's waist and he holds him close as he kisses him, sweet but also a little desperate because it has been a while and he's wanted to do this and he's had times when he thought it might never happen, it should never have happened, and now here they are and. Well.
The kiss is definitely not a light fleeting thing.
When he leans back for air, his eyes try to drink in the sight of Jingyi's face, every little detail of it all over again.
Jingyi, for all of his inexperience, is immediately on board with the longer, sweeter kiss. He flings his arms around Sizhui's shoulders and holds on, and this, this is so much more like coming home even than waking up in his own bed had been. There is a kindling of possessiveness in his chest, a faint echo of his "dream", and he leans into it--and the kiss--because this is his in a place that is real.
When they break apart, he spends a moment breathing hard because he had not planned for any of this. Though even if he had, Sizhui is not someone who you expect not to steal your breath away. His higher thought processes have disengaged entirely and it is all he can do to flush at the endearment and beam. "Yes, yes, yes, A-Yuan, Sizhui, my favorite person. I do not think I can tell you how much I am glad to be home."
"A-Yi, oh, A-Yi..." Sizhui's own breath is short, overcome with emotions he has been keeping a tight lid on for months and months. His hands come up to cup and caress Jingyi's face.
"An hour ago, I thought my heart was just going to break forever. And now it's flying. All because of you."
"Good," Jingyi says fiercely, because if anyone should be flying--or their heart should, at least--it's Sizhui. "The very last thing I want is for your heart to be broken. Especially if I am part of the cause."
And then, because he has absolutely no reason not to (?) he hauls Sizhui in for another kiss.
"Hey, you're not, never willingly, I know that." All right, kissing is good. It means he doesn't have to look for words.
Then he cups Jingyi's face with both hands, taking his fill of looking at him directly. Because if he were to stare before, that would be considered strange, and so he had to take in normal looks, glances for him, even. And it wasn't enough.
"Let's go back to - to my room. I want to, at the very least, cuddle the breath out of you. And we can talk. And kiss. Or just cuddle and kiss. Or... um."
Sorry, he's still a bit coming to terms with the fact that the weird solitude while still among his loved ones is over. He's not dared to hope or think further than that. That doesn't mean that he doesn't want more.
Jingyi's face is cupped (?!) and he freezes that way, hands finding their way to lay on top the ones Sizhui has on his face. His eyes are wide and he is flushed a bit from sheer unable-to-stand-still excitement more than anything else. He thinks he likes being looked at like that, and if Sizhui's heart is flying then Jingyi's is zooming in his chest, knocking against his ribs, unable to be any sort of calm.
"Yes!" Jingyi exclaims immediately. "I want to get out of my wet clothes."
That...that was not supposed to be innuendo but Jingyi's eyes flare just a fraction wider as soon as he realizes what he has just said.
And Sizhui's widen, too, and the shifts one hand to hide his soft giggle behind the sleeve.
"Yes. Yes, of course. Come then." He shifts to take Jingyi's hand start them moving. "No running. This is really not the time I want us to be interrupted."
But he's moving rather fast without breaking the rules, all the same.
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At some point his hand sifts so that, within the folds between their sleeves, is fingers wrap around Jingyi's, a little cold but very steady.
It is all right. It will all be all right.
"I don't want to forget anything that you say, Jingyi. I never want that.
"But no, I think you are you. The right you. The one who belongs here. And...
"The one who belongs with me."
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Jingyi's face is pretty thick, but when Sizhui says that he is the one that belongs with him he flushes bright red and absolutely cannot prevent himself from trying to kiss Sizhui.
There is absolutely no other response to that declaration that even makes sense.
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.... successful. Sizhui is startled, but his arms move to wrap around Jingyi's waist and he holds him close as he kisses him, sweet but also a little desperate because it has been a while and he's wanted to do this and he's had times when he thought it might never happen, it should never have happened, and now here they are and. Well.
The kiss is definitely not a light fleeting thing.
When he leans back for air, his eyes try to drink in the sight of Jingyi's face, every little detail of it all over again.
"A-Yi."
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When they break apart, he spends a moment breathing hard because he had not planned for any of this. Though even if he had, Sizhui is not someone who you expect not to steal your breath away. His higher thought processes have disengaged entirely and it is all he can do to flush at the endearment and beam. "Yes, yes, yes, A-Yuan, Sizhui, my favorite person. I do not think I can tell you how much I am glad to be home."
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"An hour ago, I thought my heart was just going to break forever. And now it's flying. All because of you."
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And then, because he has absolutely no reason not to (?) he hauls Sizhui in for another kiss.
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Then he cups Jingyi's face with both hands, taking his fill of looking at him directly. Because if he were to stare before, that would be considered strange, and so he had to take in normal looks, glances for him, even. And it wasn't enough.
"Let's go back to - to my room. I want to, at the very least, cuddle the breath out of you. And we can talk. And kiss. Or just cuddle and kiss. Or... um."
Sorry, he's still a bit coming to terms with the fact that the weird solitude while still among his loved ones is over. He's not dared to hope or think further than that. That doesn't mean that he doesn't want more.
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"Yes!" Jingyi exclaims immediately. "I want to get out of my wet clothes."
That...that was not supposed to be innuendo but Jingyi's eyes flare just a fraction wider as soon as he realizes what he has just said.
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"Yes. Yes, of course. Come then." He shifts to take Jingyi's hand start them moving. "No running. This is really not the time I want us to be interrupted."
But he's moving rather fast without breaking the rules, all the same.