"Yes," he decided, though perhaps greedy wasn't quite the right word. Or maybe it was, consider that he was standing there stripped almost entirely and holding A-Yao close. What had been a moment of comfort struck him suddenly as deeply improper—if he weren't going to do something about it.
Because from the way that A-Yao's gaze was fixed upon his mouth, that was the choice: push forward or pull back. He lingered at the decision-point, basking in the warmth of the man in his arms, and tipped his head when A-Yao brushed at his hair to scatter the sand from it. If Mingjue had been brought to the island at the whim of a god for a purpose he did not approve of, claiming something for himself without obvious interference had its appeal.
Like a kiss.
He didn't get opportunities like this, times where the barriers had been stripped as aggressively as possible. At A-Yao's breathy little 'da-ge,' he shifted his hand on the back of A-Yao's head to cradle it more appropriately so he could lean right down, swift and decisive, and press their lips together.
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Because from the way that A-Yao's gaze was fixed upon his mouth, that was the choice: push forward or pull back. He lingered at the decision-point, basking in the warmth of the man in his arms, and tipped his head when A-Yao brushed at his hair to scatter the sand from it. If Mingjue had been brought to the island at the whim of a god for a purpose he did not approve of, claiming something for himself without obvious interference had its appeal.
Like a kiss.
He didn't get opportunities like this, times where the barriers had been stripped as aggressively as possible. At A-Yao's breathy little 'da-ge,' he shifted his hand on the back of A-Yao's head to cradle it more appropriately so he could lean right down, swift and decisive, and press their lips together.