[ It works like a charm. Shang Qinghua gives a soft whimper deep in his throat and squirms back against Nie Huaisang, feeling far too hot. He turns to look at the man, but the moment he's able to he presses his mouth forwards, connecting their lips together.
It's not the first time he's kissed someone on the lips here. But it's the first time he's really kissed someone, here or otherwise.
He's written about it plenty, and maybe it's the heat starting to fog up his mind, but all those words are completely unhelpful now that he's actually doing it. It's a warmth like he wasn't expecting to have a kiss that lingers. ]
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It's not the first time he's kissed someone on the lips here. But it's the first time he's really kissed someone, here or otherwise.
He's written about it plenty, and maybe it's the heat starting to fog up his mind, but all those words are completely unhelpful now that he's actually doing it. It's a warmth like he wasn't expecting to have a kiss that lingers. ]