[He's not a child anymore, nor is he as helpless or dependent as he allows others to believe. Huaisang's more than capable of making adult decisions and having adult desires. He feels the tremor in those fingers and pulls Jin Guangyao closer, lips seeking his in an eager, if inexpert, kiss. It's a little clumsy but sweet; his opportunities to practice have been few and far between, after all. He feels himself turning a red, a little embarrassed by his own inexperience but he's always been a late bloomer in most things, hasn't he?
After a moment, he breaks it, resting his forehead against Jin Guangyao's.]
I want to, A-Yao. I've wanted to for a while. You're just so wonderful. So good to me.
[The confession's soft, but sincere. Right now, Huaisang couldn't care less what tasks are actually on his card. His need for a distraction from the image of his brother's bleeding eyes burned into his brain is great and this man has always been a great comfort to him. If he can help his dear friend out while helping himself in the process, that's fine, isn't it?
He drags the wet cloth slowly up the other man's spine and underneath his hair, bathing Jin Guangyao's neck and shoulders with it.]
no subject
I'm sure.
[He's not a child anymore, nor is he as helpless or dependent as he allows others to believe. Huaisang's more than capable of making adult decisions and having adult desires. He feels the tremor in those fingers and pulls Jin Guangyao closer, lips seeking his in an eager, if inexpert, kiss. It's a little clumsy but sweet; his opportunities to practice have been few and far between, after all. He feels himself turning a red, a little embarrassed by his own inexperience but he's always been a late bloomer in most things, hasn't he?
After a moment, he breaks it, resting his forehead against Jin Guangyao's.]
I want to, A-Yao. I've wanted to for a while. You're just so wonderful. So good to me.
[The confession's soft, but sincere. Right now, Huaisang couldn't care less what tasks are actually on his card. His need for a distraction from the image of his brother's bleeding eyes burned into his brain is great and this man has always been a great comfort to him. If he can help his dear friend out while helping himself in the process, that's fine, isn't it?
He drags the wet cloth slowly up the other man's spine and underneath his hair, bathing Jin Guangyao's neck and shoulders with it.]