[ the kisses are so sweet, so warm that aphelios can't help a quiet giggle, drunk on the feeling of dan feng's adoration. ]
I know. [ and he does know. he never doubts it. ] I love you too, baby. So much.
[ their fingers lace together, and aphelios pads down the hall behind dan feng. maybe he should have worn something sexier than his nightgown? but then again he's been making breakfast in it every day, so jing yuan has already seen the full picture by this point. it's far too late for him to convince anybody that he's sexier than he is, so—whatever.
it's clear when he pulls the door open that jing yuan is initially concerned. it's understandable—for dan feng and aphelios to show up at his door in the middle of the night... but it's also equally clear when his worry melts quietly into understanding, and then acceptance, as he steps closer to kiss dan feng.
aphelios lets dan feng's fingers slip free of his own, all the better to hold jing yuan with, and he watches with lips slightly parted as dan feng and jing yuan kiss. is this what he and dan feng look like, he wonders? like they're entirely wrapped up in each other, like they know every single way to kiss each other to end up weak at the knees? he'd thought that it would be a gorgeous sight, but aphelios had underestimated exactly how arousing it would be—just the sight is enough to send a flush of warmth through him, settling between his thighs.
he can't be the one to suggest his own participation to jing yuan—that's a level of shameless aphelios isn't sure he can achieve right now. but he can be patient, his focus entirely on the other two as their lips meet and their tongues slide together between their joined mouths. ]
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I know. [ and he does know. he never doubts it. ] I love you too, baby. So much.
[ their fingers lace together, and aphelios pads down the hall behind dan feng. maybe he should have worn something sexier than his nightgown? but then again he's been making breakfast in it every day, so jing yuan has already seen the full picture by this point. it's far too late for him to convince anybody that he's sexier than he is, so—whatever.
it's clear when he pulls the door open that jing yuan is initially concerned. it's understandable—for dan feng and aphelios to show up at his door in the middle of the night... but it's also equally clear when his worry melts quietly into understanding, and then acceptance, as he steps closer to kiss dan feng.
aphelios lets dan feng's fingers slip free of his own, all the better to hold jing yuan with, and he watches with lips slightly parted as dan feng and jing yuan kiss. is this what he and dan feng look like, he wonders? like they're entirely wrapped up in each other, like they know every single way to kiss each other to end up weak at the knees? he'd thought that it would be a gorgeous sight, but aphelios had underestimated exactly how arousing it would be—just the sight is enough to send a flush of warmth through him, settling between his thighs.
he can't be the one to suggest his own participation to jing yuan—that's a level of shameless aphelios isn't sure he can achieve right now. but he can be patient, his focus entirely on the other two as their lips meet and their tongues slide together between their joined mouths. ]