"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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"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.