Shen Yuan takes a breath through his nose, already squirming a little just from Binghe's hand on his skin. He can't—they shouldn't—he has a whole plan, for the next time they Do It, and it's not now when he's just in some dumb sweater and Binghe's in sweatpants and they've had arguably the weirdest day yet. But—he can't stop thinking about Airplane going, are you sure he wants you? like—like Binghe might still be with him out of pity. He'll fucking show him.1 There's lots of stuff, short of Doing It, that he can do to prove Binghe really, definitely wants him.
He kisses Binghe again, more determinedly, and slips his fingers down a little, under the waistband of Binghe's sweatpants, brushing the curve of his hip.
1 Not, like, literally. He doesn't want to literally show Airplane how much Binghe wants to fuck him.2 2 ...
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He kisses Binghe again, more determinedly, and slips his fingers down a little, under the waistband of Binghe's sweatpants, brushing the curve of his hip.
1 Not, like, literally. He doesn't want to literally show Airplane how much Binghe wants to fuck him.2
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