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It's too hot.

[ He responds without thinking about it, his tone of voice half a whine, half a mutter. Everything is too hot: the friction, the mouth against his, the clothes wrapping his body, the air around the two of them, his own breath, the ache slowly building inside of him. It's too hot, but he resumes the kiss anyway. It's more heat, but it's distracting, and it's what he's aching for.

He doesn't know what he'd do except continue kissing. ]

[Huaisang laughs, soft and breathy. He's not even sure if it's a complaint, really. Qinghua doesn't know what he wants and Huaisang isn't sure what to offer him, but they're agreed on the kissing.

Slowing the kiss a little, Huaisang trails his hands up and down Qinghua's back. There's no hurry, and he's pretty sure that Qinghua isn't ready to go further. Huaisang keens softly into the lingering kisses, just enjoying kiss after kiss and their bodies pressed tightly together.]

Edited 2020-03-19 04:47 (UTC)

[ The hands on his back, perhaps surprisingly, get little shudders out of him. It doesn't take long before he leans back from the kiss and presses his lips together as if trying to figure out what to say. After a few seconds he manages, ]

Would you...

[ But that's as much as he gets before he ducks his head in embarrassment, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. ]

... Never mind.

[ He's not shameless enough to ask yet! Not for something like that!

Instead he goes back to kissing Nie Huaisang's neck, conveniently hiding his face. ]

[Huaisang notices those shudders and increases the pressure a little, dragging his hands up and down Qinghua's back with slow intent.

He lifts his brows with interest at the started question, and then laughs delightedly as Qinghua gets shy and hides.]

Tell me, [he urges, voice warm and playful. He nuzzles at the side of his friend's head, amused at how shy he is.] Whatever it is, yes. [Huaisang cannot imagine that Qinghua would ask for something that he would not give at this point.] Ask me. [His lips find Qinghua's ear, tugging at it gently with lips, then teeth, then a playful flick of tongue.]

[ That makes him pause, shiver, and whimper very softly into Nie Huaisang's neck. He shakes his head. Saying it is embarrassing! Too embarrassing!

... But. Nie Huaisang hasn't judged him for anything else yet...

Shang Qinghua doesn't pull his head back, as if maybe hoping that Nie Huaisang won't be able to hear him when he finally does mumble, ]

Drag your nails... down my back.

[ It's one of those things that's in so many of his fantasies that now that he's actually on top of someone, he can't stop thinking about it! Especially when his hands are already right there!

Yes it would be better if he didn't have clothes on, but he's not ready to take off his clothes yet! Definitely not! ]

[Huaisang shivers and arches a little under him, clawing his hands up Qinghua's back from where they are and then curling them gently around the back of his neck, pressing his nails into the skin to let him feel it. He keeps his nails short and neatly manicured, but there's a little bite as they dig into Qinghua's neck.]

You'll be able to feel it better if you take off some clothes. [He gives him another attempt, though, trailing his nails down Qinghua's back and dragging them back up, doing his best to provide a sensation that will travel through the fabric.]

... I know.

[ But that's definitely more than he's okay with right now.

And as it is, it's good enough anyway. After all, he wrote about sharpened nails raking into a back that could heal instantly, but he can't heal like that! So for now, this is plenty! He can be more adventurous later! (... Wait, later--?)

It gets a heavy exhale that has the undercurrent of a moan. His hips jerk forward unconsciously and he bites at the skin of Nie Huaisang's neck. A moment later he lets go in surprise. ]

Ah--I'm sorry. That was... My apologies. I did it without thinking.

You can bite, but don't break skin and keep in mind you'll leave marks. I'm not going to lie if people ask who bit me!

[Huaisang keeps running his hands up Qinghua's back, giving him a little bit of scratching as best he could with blunt nails through fabric. But if he wasn't going to be able to get Qinghua out of his clothes, then this entertainment wasn't quite enough for him.] Do you want to watch some porn?

I-I...

[ He stammers for a moment, but... of course! Of course this guy has porn! He's not like any cultivator Airplane has read about or written, so why would he be above things like that?

And yet, he needs to actually consider the question. Because this is all moving much faster than he was anticipating, and there's a line somewhere between here and there that he doesn't think he's ready to cross.

He doesn't want to risk toeing it, lest he suddenly find himself far over it before he realizes. ]

I think I prefer to, ah, give it some time. That might be a bit much for me at the moment.

[ But he's still into this, so he shifts back and connects their lips together again. ]

[Huaisang always likes being kissed, so he makes a pleased sound at that. Hugging Qinghua close again, he runs his nails up over Qinghua's scalp, scraping slightly as he drags them down the back of his neck.

As much as he likes long, lingering kisses, Huaisang is having trouble with knowing whether Qinghua wants him or if he's just a warm body. If he's not getting either adoration or sex out of this, his willingness to be patient with Qinghua's awkwardness is starting to dwindle.

Breaking the kiss, Huaisang presses a soft peck to the tip of Qinghua's nose.] I'm aching, and you need some time. Why don't we cool down and go back to cuddles for a while? We can start the movie again from the beginning.

Oh. That's... yes, that sounds good.

[ He spends a few more seconds staring at Nie Huaisang, breathing still heavy, face still red. Then Shang Qinghua seems to realize what he's doing, and he suddenly shifts back and off of Nie Huaisang so he can sit up again. ]

Sorry. [ He half-mumbles it. ] I might... be more ready at another time. [ Maybe? Unclear! For such a shameless author, he wasn't expecting to be so easily embarrassed, but... he really hasn't ever thought about doing it with a guy! (Mobei-Jun doesn't count! He doesn't count!)

He's going to need a bit more soul-searching before he would be ready to follow through on more than this. ]

There's no hurry. [Huaisang cuddles against his side, content just to be held for now. He starts the movie again from the beginning, remaining quiet so that Qinghua will be able to think over everything without feeling pressured.

He's curious to find out whether Qinghua will want more at a future point, or if he'll decide that men really aren't of interest to him, even men as soft and pretty as Huaisang.]

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