[ If what he had before was an inkling, Xingqiu stretching out beneath him like that against the sheets is like a brick to the face. A brick that still feels far too dangerous to acknowledge, but it's pretty hard to not at least feel the bruise afterwards.
Heat surges through Chongyun again. It prickles across his skin, nerves on edge with wanting to touch. With it, restlessness stirs, and the young exorcist swallows again. Sandpaper. It's all sandpaper. And hot. Which is exactly why Chongyun flops over on the bed, completely and utterly defeated. ]
You're unfair.
[ Sighed into a pillow, since his face is now pressed into it for protection. Truly ... Chongyun is the loser. ]
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Heat surges through Chongyun again. It prickles across his skin, nerves on edge with wanting to touch. With it, restlessness stirs, and the young exorcist swallows again. Sandpaper. It's all sandpaper. And hot. Which is exactly why Chongyun flops over on the bed, completely and utterly defeated. ]
You're unfair.
[ Sighed into a pillow, since his face is now pressed into it for protection. Truly ... Chongyun is the loser. ]