Good. [ It's a murmur, almost a purr, as he's scooped in closer to the older man, his hand reaching up in answer to brush along Yingxing's cheek. ]
Okay, [ he breathes, and then adjusts himself, standing on tiptoes so that he can brush his mouth against the older man's, his smile still hinting at the corners of his own. ] Good.
[ And there's a part of him that still wants a shirt to wear, yes, but with their renewed proximity, the more insistent part of him is content to stay like this, to slip one of his legs between Yingxing's just a little, allowing him to draw in that litte closer to the older man. ]
Then... why don't we pick up where we left off? [ His voice is low, sweetened with an onset of his heat he hasn't even noticed physically yet, driven too perhaps by the leftover spike of adrenaline from the ringing of his phone. ]
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Okay, [ he breathes, and then adjusts himself, standing on tiptoes so that he can brush his mouth against the older man's, his smile still hinting at the corners of his own. ] Good.
[ And there's a part of him that still wants a shirt to wear, yes, but with their renewed proximity, the more insistent part of him is content to stay like this, to slip one of his legs between Yingxing's just a little, allowing him to draw in that litte closer to the older man. ]
Then... why don't we pick up where we left off? [ His voice is low, sweetened with an onset of his heat he hasn't even noticed physically yet, driven too perhaps by the leftover spike of adrenaline from the ringing of his phone. ]