[Surprised by the brush of lips, Huaisang glances over. A smile blossoms on his lips, widening as he watches Qinghua's face, and he shifts a little in his lap, turning his attention fully back to his friend.
Drawing his hair over the opposite shoulder in order to expose more of his neck, Huaisang tilts his head slightly, very clearly offering his neck if Qinghua might like to continue. His foot curls around the back of Qinghua's calf again, resuming that soft, restless rubbing, and Huaisang's free hand tightens around the front of Qinghua's lapels as if he might be considering tugging him forward.]
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Drawing his hair over the opposite shoulder in order to expose more of his neck, Huaisang tilts his head slightly, very clearly offering his neck if Qinghua might like to continue. His foot curls around the back of Qinghua's calf again, resuming that soft, restless rubbing, and Huaisang's free hand tightens around the front of Qinghua's lapels as if he might be considering tugging him forward.]