he visibly bristles, but - unfortunately(?) luo wenzhou isn't a quitter. neither of his parents raised one. instead of pulling away, he uses his thumb to swipe along his upper lip and along to the corner of his mouth.
and then he pushes instead of sensually stroking across sensitive skin any further, freeing his finger with a severe frown that clearly says he's trying to resist doing anything else. ]
that's all fei du needed, really. there's a flash of interest when wenzhou swipes his thumb like that, and he turns his face lightly into it, immediate and responsive, because this is a familiar song and dance - and so is the push.
he laughs with it, light and playful, and takes a step back, and then licks his lips. ] Dinner was delicious. Thank you.
[ though he doesn't specify what 'dinner' he really meant here. it could be the blood. it could be the dinner itself. or it could even be the taste lingering even now. ]
[ absentmindedly brushing his hand off on the bottom of his shirt - because the alternative is just giving fei du more fuel for the fire - wenzhou grouses, low and a near growl in his throat. because of course he's going to be like that.
... every fiber in him says to pursue. but, god. he does not want to be the one that folds first, and he's pretty sure that's something they can't come back from.
he doesn't know if they can do that yet. ]
Yeah, you're so grateful. [ exasperated, annoyed. riled up. luo wenzhou, everybody. ] You brat.
I'm very grateful, for the food, and the fact that I was taught basic manners.
[ this is not a serious jab at all - he says it primly, and then turns to head back for the living room, waving a hand over his shoulder, almost playfully. he looks a little less close to. well. death, now that he's eaten one way or another, and there's a liveliness in fei du's step, in his countenance, that wasn't there before.
it's a little nice, to be taken care of. he also probably should be helping with the dishes but he's going to not do that unless he's told to. terrible and bad ]
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he visibly bristles, but - unfortunately(?) luo wenzhou isn't a quitter. neither of his parents raised one. instead of pulling away, he uses his thumb to swipe along his upper lip and along to the corner of his mouth.
and then he pushes instead of sensually stroking across sensitive skin any further, freeing his finger with a severe frown that clearly says he's trying to resist doing anything else. ]
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that's all fei du needed, really. there's a flash of interest when wenzhou swipes his thumb like that, and he turns his face lightly into it, immediate and responsive, because this is a familiar song and dance - and so is the push.
he laughs with it, light and playful, and takes a step back, and then licks his lips. ] Dinner was delicious. Thank you.
[ though he doesn't specify what 'dinner' he really meant here. it could be the blood. it could be the dinner itself. or it could even be the taste lingering even now. ]
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... every fiber in him says to pursue. but, god. he does not want to be the one that folds first, and he's pretty sure that's something they can't come back from.
he doesn't know if they can do that yet. ]
Yeah, you're so grateful. [ exasperated, annoyed. riled up. luo wenzhou, everybody. ] You brat.
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[ this is not a serious jab at all - he says it primly, and then turns to head back for the living room, waving a hand over his shoulder, almost playfully. he looks a little less close to. well. death, now that he's eaten one way or another, and there's a liveliness in fei du's step, in his countenance, that wasn't there before.
it's a little nice, to be taken care of. he also probably should be helping with the dishes but he's going to not do that unless he's told to. terrible and bad ]