[ Meanwhile, Shang Qinghua settles in to watch the rest of the movie. And for a little while, it goes well enough.
But his erection isn't going down, which... feels like it's supposed to happen by now? Nothing is actively encouraging it, he thinks! Even if Nie Huaisang is pressed against him, he's still just sitting there, and not doing anything like he was before, like... kissing--
He realizes his lips are on Huaisang's neck a moment later, and he quickly moves his head back. ]
Sorry--! Ah, sorry... I don't know what came over me.
[ And yet, as much as he wants to tear his eyes away and focus back on the TV, it's as if his gaze can't leave that exposed skin.
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But his erection isn't going down, which... feels like it's supposed to happen by now? Nothing is actively encouraging it, he thinks! Even if Nie Huaisang is pressed against him, he's still just sitting there, and not doing anything like he was before, like... kissing--
He realizes his lips are on Huaisang's neck a moment later, and he quickly moves his head back. ]
Sorry--! Ah, sorry... I don't know what came over me.
[ And yet, as much as he wants to tear his eyes away and focus back on the TV, it's as if his gaze can't leave that exposed skin.
He is straight...
... Right? ]