[while getou has the decency to look sheepish, sizhui can't help the small smile that upticks his mouth at the corners, his own chest warming with delight. the only reason he turns is to watch the screen momentarily change, his heartbeat rapid-fire thudding against his ribs; it's dawning on him that this is going to happen and, whether they do end up just playing a game and going their separate ways or following it up with something else afterward, there's no denying the spark he can sense between them.
this is why he isn't at all surprised by his reaction to getou's hand coming down on his shoulder. initially, he tenses, breath caught in his chest, then he exhales with deliberation as the motorcycle shifts and adjusts beneath their weight, which is good because it means he has enough sense to catch his breath when getou clutches his waist and pulls him flush against his front. sizhui's back nestles neatly against the other man's chest, his legs press tighter against the machine, and he huffs another breath, something more akin to a groan that escapes him before he can think to stop.
oh, he's comfortable. more than that, really, considering how close they are now, and if he wasn't, getou would know. the easy way lan sizhui lets himself be rubbed up against, how he licks his lips, suddenly glad he's stayed forward-facing after getou joined him on the bike, that way his eyelashes fluttering is just as difficult to see, just like getou's smile. he can feel it, though— not like how he can feel the slow press of getou's hands moving down his arms to the handlebars, no, but it's a lingering sensation that almost tickles his ear, and that in turn makes him shiver slightly.
it isn't often he feels so small, mostly because he doesn't think himself as small as he looks, except being enclosed by getou's body and the machine, he feels absolutely elfin yet almost cramped in a hot, needy sort of way.]
Here we go. [then the game gets activated before they end up being side-tracked again.]
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this is why he isn't at all surprised by his reaction to getou's hand coming down on his shoulder. initially, he tenses, breath caught in his chest, then he exhales with deliberation as the motorcycle shifts and adjusts beneath their weight, which is good because it means he has enough sense to catch his breath when getou clutches his waist and pulls him flush against his front. sizhui's back nestles neatly against the other man's chest, his legs press tighter against the machine, and he huffs another breath, something more akin to a groan that escapes him before he can think to stop.
oh, he's comfortable. more than that, really, considering how close they are now, and if he wasn't, getou would know. the easy way lan sizhui lets himself be rubbed up against, how he licks his lips, suddenly glad he's stayed forward-facing after getou joined him on the bike, that way his eyelashes fluttering is just as difficult to see, just like getou's smile. he can feel it, though— not like how he can feel the slow press of getou's hands moving down his arms to the handlebars, no, but it's a lingering sensation that almost tickles his ear, and that in turn makes him shiver slightly.
it isn't often he feels so small, mostly because he doesn't think himself as small as he looks, except being enclosed by getou's body and the machine, he feels absolutely elfin yet almost cramped in a hot, needy sort of way.]
Here we go. [then the game gets activated before they end up being side-tracked again.]