[His eyes cross a little bit, trying to look at Yingxing from so close. He lifts his hand to wrap around the one on his face, keeping it there. There's a smattering of scales shimmering on his cheekbones - those only come out when he's flushed this hard.
He doesn't remember if his heart has even pounded this fast. He doesn't think he cares, actually, because before he can think about it, his heels lift off the ground, and he's the one closing the distance between them, pressing their lips together. He doesn't close his eyes. Is he supposed to close his eyes.]
[ yingxing is both confident that dan feng will rise to the occasion, and terrified of rejection, at the exact same time - but in the end, it would seem that his forwardness paid off. dan feng's lips brush his own, and yingxing's heart leaps into his throat. he's never wanted anyone like this. never cared about anyone like this.
also, close your eyes you fucking freak??
without further hesitation, yingxing presses forward, closing his eyes and tilting his head to slot their mouths more comfortably together. it's all too easy. ]
[He's already thinking, isn't the angle a little awkward, none of the books he's read ever said anything about the angle, but then Yingxing is changing the angle and they fit so much better together and he isn't thinking about it but he closes his eyes, too, his hands finding purchase in Yingxing's coat.
He smells good. (He always does.) He needs to be introduced to the concept of lip balm. He presses against Dan Feng's mouth and Dan Feng makes a sound at the back of his throat, and Dan Feng draws back just enough so he can lean in and kiss him sweet again.]
[ dan feng all but melts into the kiss, and yingxing's heart leaps. everything else is easy. simple. effortless. yingxing's arms slide around dan feng's middle, scooping him in close to his body, and in the same moment the kiss deepens, his lips parting, trying to coax dan feng's to do the same.
he doesn't push, doesn't bully, but eases dan feng into it, showing him what to do by example, though he's perhaps slightly clumsy with alcohol - but they're both a little drunk, loosened up. their breath mingles. dan feng's lips are impossibly soft, he smells like rain, there's a deep satisfaction that comes with kissing him, born from how godsdamned long they've taken to get here. he murmurs against dan feng's lips: ]
[It's very obvious that Dan Feng hasn't done any of this before, but it's also obvious he's doing his best, that he really likes how Yingxing tastes, even though they might have a little bit of trouble with the fangs...
He's breathing a little hard when they part. This is the most exertion Yingxing would have ever seen from him.]
Wake up with me tomorrow?
[He replies, soft, a little hesitant, wrapping his arms around Yingxing's shoulders.]
[ it's certainly a first, seeing dan feng like this, flushed and panting softly, his lips parted around every breath, pink from kissing. gods, he's beautiful.
heart still pounding, yingxing nudges their noses together, kissing him again, then again, like he can't get enough. his hands smooth down dan feng's back, calluses catching against fine silks. ]
I will. I'm not leaving.
[ reaching past dan feng, he slides open the paper door behind him, then dives in for another kiss. ]
[Yingxing's touch through several layers of fabric is already a brand down his spine, his mouth against Dan Feng's heady, and he can't do anything about the rush of heat already pooling down his belly. Just from the kisses, just from those hands, he's barely done anything--
He leaves the door open. The courtyard and gardens are vast enough for privacy, aside from the occluding charms Dan Feng has in place over his personal estate. They stumble into his study, and Dan Feng's hands are already wandering everywhere - Yingxing's nape, his jaw, threading into his hair and yanking out his hair stick so Dan Feng can pull.]
Yingxing, Yingxing- [He keeps saying his name, panting it, getting hungrier every moment.] I want--
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He doesn't remember if his heart has even pounded this fast. He doesn't think he cares, actually, because before he can think about it, his heels lift off the ground, and he's the one closing the distance between them, pressing their lips together. He doesn't close his eyes. Is he supposed to close his eyes.]
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also, close your eyes you fucking freak??
without further hesitation, yingxing presses forward, closing his eyes and tilting his head to slot their mouths more comfortably together. it's all too easy. ]
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He smells good. (He always does.) He needs to be introduced to the concept of lip balm. He presses against Dan Feng's mouth and Dan Feng makes a sound at the back of his throat, and Dan Feng draws back just enough so he can lean in and kiss him sweet again.]
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he doesn't push, doesn't bully, but eases dan feng into it, showing him what to do by example, though he's perhaps slightly clumsy with alcohol - but they're both a little drunk, loosened up. their breath mingles. dan feng's lips are impossibly soft, he smells like rain, there's a deep satisfaction that comes with kissing him, born from how godsdamned long they've taken to get here. he murmurs against dan feng's lips: ]
Invite me in.
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He's breathing a little hard when they part. This is the most exertion Yingxing would have ever seen from him.]
Wake up with me tomorrow?
[He replies, soft, a little hesitant, wrapping his arms around Yingxing's shoulders.]
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heart still pounding, yingxing nudges their noses together, kissing him again, then again, like he can't get enough. his hands smooth down dan feng's back, calluses catching against fine silks. ]
I will. I'm not leaving.
[ reaching past dan feng, he slides open the paper door behind him, then dives in for another kiss. ]
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He leaves the door open. The courtyard and gardens are vast enough for privacy, aside from the occluding charms Dan Feng has in place over his personal estate. They stumble into his study, and Dan Feng's hands are already wandering everywhere - Yingxing's nape, his jaw, threading into his hair and yanking out his hair stick so Dan Feng can pull.]
Yingxing, Yingxing- [He keeps saying his name, panting it, getting hungrier every moment.] I want--