Aren't you though? [There's a challenge in the words. If Lestat is not a 'young master', then what?
Despite the question, he doesn't give Lestat time to answer, instead leaning back in to complete the kiss. He, on his end, tries to keep it sweet and short.]
You can't stay too much later. I promised not to have people over without warning.
Are you? [Still with that challenge, but it's almost teasing now.] Lestat-quianbei, then.
[There are way more personal ways to address a close friend than 'senior', but he squashes the possibilities. Instead, he shivers at Lestat's touch and request, eyes falling half closed before snapping open again. At this point, he can't tell how much of it is a discomfort with intimacy and how much is a want for it. Surely he should be cringing at the very idea.
But he isn't. He isn't even debating with himself very hard.]
Tch, all right. [Sternly, but he turns enough to kiss Lestat's inner wrist before he pulls away to strip off his outer robe.]
[He laughs softly at that then rests his finger against his lips.]
Keep that up and I will come up with a nickname for you in my tongue and not tell you what it means.
[Quickly, he steals a kiss then watches him strip away that outer robe. He can still feel the lips on his wrist now, a sensation he'll savor for the rest of the night.
Moving to the bed, he climbs onto it and opens the bedding so his cute lover can slip between them.]
Is that a threat? If you do that, I won't let you call me A-Ling.
[He's pleased and doing a poor job of hiding it. Down to his inner-most layer, Jin Ling hesitates over the ring, but decides to leave it on. He likes the feel of it, the reminder of a fondly given gift. ]
Hold on.
[He leaves Lestat on the bed with the blankets held open long enough to let Fairy in and turn off the lights. He slides into the bed in the near-darkness and settles against the long line of Lestat's body, a sigh escaping him.]
Hmmm? [ He presses close and breaths in. It's still odd that Lestat doesn't smell of much other than soap and fabric, but not in a bad way.] A-Ling is for family and close friends.
[ He reaches up and tugs at one of Lestat's curls. ]
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Aren't you though? [There's a challenge in the words. If Lestat is not a 'young master', then what?
Despite the question, he doesn't give Lestat time to answer, instead leaning back in to complete the kiss. He, on his end, tries to keep it sweet and short.]
You can't stay too much later. I promised not to have people over without warning.
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[Ah. He can't stay for long then? That's a shame. But, he can make the most of the time he has.
So he smiles as he cups his cheek.]
Let me hold you in bed awhile. I'll slip away soon.
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[There are way more personal ways to address a close friend than 'senior', but he squashes the possibilities. Instead, he shivers at Lestat's touch and request, eyes falling half closed before snapping open again. At this point, he can't tell how much of it is a discomfort with intimacy and how much is a want for it. Surely he should be cringing at the very idea.
But he isn't. He isn't even debating with himself very hard.]
Tch, all right. [Sternly, but he turns enough to kiss Lestat's inner wrist before he pulls away to strip off his outer robe.]
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Keep that up and I will come up with a nickname for you in my tongue and not tell you what it means.
[Quickly, he steals a kiss then watches him strip away that outer robe. He can still feel the lips on his wrist now, a sensation he'll savor for the rest of the night.
Moving to the bed, he climbs onto it and opens the bedding so his cute lover can slip between them.]
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[He's pleased and doing a poor job of hiding it. Down to his inner-most layer, Jin Ling hesitates over the ring, but decides to leave it on. He likes the feel of it, the reminder of a fondly given gift. ]
Hold on.
[He leaves Lestat on the bed with the blankets held open long enough to let Fairy in and turn off the lights. He slides into the bed in the near-darkness and settles against the long line of Lestat's body, a sigh escaping him.]
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A-Ling?
[He really wants to call him that!]
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[ He reaches up and tugs at one of Lestat's curls. ]
Older ones.
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I want to call you that.
[He wants to be that close to him!]
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[ He yawns and settles further into the bed and the embrace. It's comfortable and secure, if still unfamiliar. ]
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Sleep well, A-Ling.