( Not even a flicker of a lash on his lovely eyes (he can describe them so, in jest or honesty, but jest is what flicks through his mind), no skipped beat of his pulse. His weight, not enough, but present and warm and accounted for, leans more, his fingers climbing to tap, tap, tap, slide a nail along Bichen's naked bright length, almost singing under the contact.
He licks his lips, blinks slowly, meets the sideways gaze of his husband with the cat-like smile of a man who has played coy to the pointed end of never delivering on it, and lets his eyes, his lashes, flicker lower. )
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He licks his lips, blinks slowly, meets the sideways gaze of his husband with the cat-like smile of a man who has played coy to the pointed end of never delivering on it, and lets his eyes, his lashes, flicker lower. )
Compared to this, yes.