He's warm. Chongyun's more acutely aware of this now that he has the other boy pinned beneath him. It isn't out of concern for his condition that he lingers on this thought; it's something softer, that makes his chest ache in a way he doesn't quite understand. The connotations of tangling up together like this are also slowly beginning to dawn on him. Even so, Chongyun doesn't remove his hands from Xingqiu's waist.
As that touch wanders, the exorcist's mouth dries up. His throat is tight when he swallows, and he suddenly feels at a loss for words. He's the one on top ... so why does it still feel like Xingqiu is the one in control? ]
Uh, um... you... [ thigh tickles thigh. Chongyun's face flushes, and he glances aside. ] ... beg for freedom?
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He's warm. Chongyun's more acutely aware of this now that he has the other boy pinned beneath him. It isn't out of concern for his condition that he lingers on this thought; it's something softer, that makes his chest ache in a way he doesn't quite understand. The connotations of tangling up together like this are also slowly beginning to dawn on him. Even so, Chongyun doesn't remove his hands from Xingqiu's waist.
As that touch wanders, the exorcist's mouth dries up. His throat is tight when he swallows, and he suddenly feels at a loss for words. He's the one on top ... so why does it still feel like Xingqiu is the one in control? ]
Uh, um... you... [ thigh tickles thigh. Chongyun's face flushes, and he glances aside. ] ... beg for freedom?