[ Slender fingers brush across his forehead; Chongyun sighs again, this time a different kind of sigh, and closes his eyes while relishing that touch. ]
It doesn’t.
[ What’s been battered the most is whatever pride he has … but they’ve known each other for a long time. Xingqiu has seen him at his most embarrassing, and knocking into a wall doesn’t even rank in the top ten.
As impactful as the imagery of the boyfriend t-shirt is, Chongyun finally begins to relax. Exhaustion overcomes adrenaline—he finally drops into a chair, sliding his arms around Xingqiu’s waist and pressing his forehead lightly against his friend’s belly.
It’s comforting. His scent, his warmth, the sound of his voice. Closer is dangerous … but it also feels so good. ]
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It doesn’t.
[ What’s been battered the most is whatever pride he has … but they’ve known each other for a long time. Xingqiu has seen him at his most embarrassing, and knocking into a wall doesn’t even rank in the top ten.
As impactful as the imagery of the boyfriend t-shirt is, Chongyun finally begins to relax. Exhaustion overcomes adrenaline—he finally drops into a chair, sliding his arms around Xingqiu’s waist and pressing his forehead lightly against his friend’s belly.
It’s comforting. His scent, his warmth, the sound of his voice. Closer is dangerous … but it also feels so good. ]