[Shen Wei shifts his weight a little -- Yunlan's not sure what he's doing but can't be bothered to care; a few seconds later there's a hand sliding into his hair and another on his waist, pulling him in with surprising strength.
Zhao Yunlan sends up a heartfelt prayer for the ride to break down and strand them here for, oh, the next half-hour, and moves his own free hand from Shen Wei's cheek to the back of his neck, playing with the fine hairs there, grown out a touch messily from what must've been a very neat and professional haircut before he'd neglected it.
Some things about him really do suit the absent-minded very normal professor image. Yunlan chases Shen Wei's tongue with his own, muffling the hungry whine at the back of his throat between their lips.
It's not his first kiss. He knows what he's doing here the same way he'd known his way around a smartphone, but it's the first kiss he remembers, the first kiss he's ever going to remember. Before this, he'd been building himself an image of Zhao Yunlan as a cool guy. Smooth, discerning, in control. That's a huge lie: it turns out he's so easy that one kiss has him ready to let Shen Wei rip his clothes off under the eyes of singing fish and security cameras alike.
Too bad the ride's not breaking down. The light changes as they float out of the last room and back into the lobby, and he breaks the kiss to catch his breath and try to will his hard-on to subside to less uncomfortable and obvious levels before they have to stand up.]
Shen Wei...
[He runs out of ideas for what to say right there, and leaves the name as a sentence, complete and reverent in itself. He's so fucked. Is Shen Wei looking at him as a rebound? Is this going to work? Should he even be wondering about the long term when the Heavens could cull either one of them any minute? Should the possibility of Shen Wei disappearing on him feel so devastating when this is only the third time they've talked?
He sucks in a shaky breath and reaches for his jacket, crumpled under their seat where he'd dropped it somewhere during their kiss. The timing is perfect: he looks away from Shen Wei's drowning-dark eyes just as something above them reaches shadowy hands down to snatch at the both of them. Yunlan's eyes go wide, and he abandons his jacket, diving to put his back between Shen Wei and the claws at the end of those too-long fingers.]
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Zhao Yunlan sends up a heartfelt prayer for the ride to break down and strand them here for, oh, the next half-hour, and moves his own free hand from Shen Wei's cheek to the back of his neck, playing with the fine hairs there, grown out a touch messily from what must've been a very neat and professional haircut before he'd neglected it.
Some things about him really do suit the absent-minded very normal professor image. Yunlan chases Shen Wei's tongue with his own, muffling the hungry whine at the back of his throat between their lips.
It's not his first kiss. He knows what he's doing here the same way he'd known his way around a smartphone, but it's the first kiss he remembers, the first kiss he's ever going to remember. Before this, he'd been building himself an image of Zhao Yunlan as a cool guy. Smooth, discerning, in control. That's a huge lie: it turns out he's so easy that one kiss has him ready to let Shen Wei rip his clothes off under the eyes of singing fish and security cameras alike.
Too bad the ride's not breaking down. The light changes as they float out of the last room and back into the lobby, and he breaks the kiss to catch his breath and try to will his hard-on to subside to less uncomfortable and obvious levels before they have to stand up.]
Shen Wei...
[He runs out of ideas for what to say right there, and leaves the name as a sentence, complete and reverent in itself. He's so fucked. Is Shen Wei looking at him as a rebound? Is this going to work? Should he even be wondering about the long term when the Heavens could cull either one of them any minute? Should the possibility of Shen Wei disappearing on him feel so devastating when this is only the third time they've talked?
He sucks in a shaky breath and reaches for his jacket, crumpled under their seat where he'd dropped it somewhere during their kiss. The timing is perfect: he looks away from Shen Wei's drowning-dark eyes just as something above them reaches shadowy hands down to snatch at the both of them. Yunlan's eyes go wide, and he abandons his jacket, diving to put his back between Shen Wei and the claws at the end of those too-long fingers.]
-- watch out!