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Jin Ling ⬤ The Untamed
residential district ⬤ couch surfing hobo
moonblessing ⬤ iris

( he gives a helpless shrug, giving the best girl all the good chin scritches. )

Sure. I have a bunch of weird magic items. ( straightening up, he grins. ) And that's just assuming you'll win.

( honestly, harry has no idea what to expect, but either way this goes is a win for him — either he wins and gets a kiss, or he loses and gets rid of something that feels bittersweet in the palm of his hand. and probably a kiss anyway. at jin ling's prompting, he takes the snitch back, waving a hand in front of it so its wings start buzzing so fast they're nearly invisible. instinctive to the sound of the snitch, harry mounts his broom. he flashes a playful, boyish look to jin ling. )

Get ready to find out.

( harry does, of course, wait for him to board his sword. it's a little like sword surfing, or something — it's not something he ever would've expected, but he knows much better than to underestimate anything. winding his arm back, he tosses the snitch in front of them, and —

he's off, following after it rapidfire. he catches the upperhand just from experience, from knowing how to locate the snitch despite how hard it is to see with plain eyes, speeding off on the broomstick sirius black gave him so long ago. jin ling catches up, which is a surprise — even more surprising? he slams into harry almost immediately, with the clear intent of knocking him off his broom.

he'll have to tell him later that that's playing dirty. but for now.

it winds his course, but he straightens up, suddenly more intent to knock jin ling off his sword than to actually win the competition. it goes like that, two boys spiraling around each other in the sky, bumping elbows and hips and chests whenever they get the chance, and laughing boisterously all the while. harry gets a good few swings at jin ling that do actually knock him off — but jin ling's sword is like a magnet, always there to catch him before he gets too far.

the upside of riding on a sword is that when they're neck and neck, his reach is farther, closer to the snitch. they tumble back down, following each other and the erratic path of the snitch, watching it nosedive into the ground, sharing glances at each other as if waiting for the other to chicken out first. except ... well, neither of them do, probably just because the other one doesn't. it ends up with both of them throwing themselves forward to get that last bit of distance towards the snitch, hitting each other and winding up in a pile of limbs and mud on the ground.

harry has the wind knocked out of him — exertion, laughing, and the pain from falling. he can't make up heads or tails, but he opens his palms and finds them empty, finds himself sitting on top of jin ling who also is empty handed.

he's about to scramble back for his broomstick, when fairy comes trotting up, ever the good girl, a golden, buzzing snitch trapped in her mouth.

after about two seconds, )

That — ha, that doesn't count!

[ The broom is fast - way faster than Jin Ling was expecting - and Harry's gone so quickly that actually yells out "cheater!" in his wake.

He was told, going into this, that knocking people off brooms was part of the game, and he's determined not to lose. He has a hard time actually following sight of the snitch for a while, but he has no trouble following Harry - so focuses on him instead, trying to do his best to get the boy to the ground. He starts to catch sight of the snitch more regularly - especially after it whizzes by his head one of the times that he plummets to the ground before he can get his sword back under him.

He's elated and estatic and having an amazing time just forgetting everything but the sheer physical exertion of trying to catch this ridiculous thing and use every excuse he can to slam into Harry in the meantime.

He's no chicken, and there's no way he's going to back out of their frantic dive - barely pulling up at the very end just to keep his sword from burying itself in the mud. Of course, that just means he ends up in the mud with harry on top of him, choking back a wheezing laugh as he tries to get his breath back.

He blinks up at the boy above him for half a second as Harry clearly searches for the snitch. Jin Ling is too distracted to do the same, a faint tint of pink rising to his cheeks at their relative positions. He should probably try moving, but--

He tilts his head backwards at the exclamation, following Harry's eye line, and gazing upside down as Fairy trots up to them with the snitch in her mouth. Jin Ling grins, smug and wide. ]

Good girl! What a good girl, Fairy!

[ He looked back up at Harry with just the smuggest look in the world. ]

Looks like you lost, Harry. [ He reached back, without taking his eyes off the other boy, and felt Fairy obediently press the snitch into his palm. He pulled it back and held it up. ]

I win.

( he is actually aghast for a moment, completely stunned. the absolute smugness on jin ling's face is unparalleled.

it's annoying that that's attractive on him too.

harry eyes the snitch for a second before jolting forward, trying to steal it from his hand. jin ling's reflexes are catlike though, and move his hand back instinctively. )

Doesn't count. No way does that count.

( he's just going to keep trying to steal it from jin ling, which winds them into a bit of a rough and tumble through the mud, rolling each other around, fighting each other off with boyish, gangly limbs.

eventually harry catches his wrist, which ceases the movement. all of a sudden, everything is oddly electric — jin ling parallel to the ground, harry trapped beneath him, the hand on his making sure neither of them are going anywhere fast. harry's breath catches again, although this time it's for an entirely different reason. closeness, intimacy. he forgets about the snitch once again, and instead uses his hold to tug jin ling back in, leaning up at the same time to draw their mouths together. )

[ Jin Ling hasn't laughed so hard in a while, twisting and writhing to keep his prize out of Harry's reach, elbows and knees and sharp hips jabbing each other as they tumbled. He's covered in mud - he can feel it - and uncharacteristically really can't bring himself to care at all. It's probably in his hair, too, but all his attention is just on keeping Harry's hand from his, trying to get the boy pinned under him so he can arch back out of his reach, and--

The fingers close around his wrist and the world suddenly skids to a halt. He's still grinning, breathing too hard, but it's as if the air is suddenly thicker, and there's a current of electricity running between them.

He doesn't even try to resist the tug - doesn't even bother holding onto the snitch as Harry's lips meet his. It tumbles down to the ground, Fairy happily snapping it up again as all of Jin Ling's attention is suddenly and completely focused elsewhere.

The familiar warm beat of moonlacing in his blood makes his pulse spike as he leans down, pressing Harry back into the mud as he deepens the kiss, his eyes sliding shut. ]

( wayward hands find a struggling perchance on jin ling's waist — his instinct is to measure up and put pressure on the kiss, passion woven by action, but he finds jin ling's hands steady like anchors, more soothed just to follow his quiet directions. it affords him the chance to map out his waistline instead, slender and lean as he is, caked in mud as he is, and no less lovely for it. there's about a thousand small pinpoints of budding bruises aligned on harry's body, all accentuated by the weight of jin ling atop him ... but there's starlight in his skin too, the tickle of chroma and maybe something not related to prisma at all lighting tiny fires up the coast of his arteries.

waves crash and simmer, but fires rage on. maybe it's more like a lit path of lighter fluid, going all the way — ka boom — to his heart.

anyway they were already both out of breath, so the kissing only lasts as long as it's able to, harry arching his head off the ground to keep their foreheads together as he pulls away panting, gasping for air.

he smiles. the point of his nose brushes jin ling's affectionately. )

Alright, I know when I'm bested. You win.

[ His lungs ache and he barely registers it, too caught up in the moment to worry about silly things like breathing or living, and doesn't even think to suck in air until Harry pulls far enough away from him to do so. Once reminded by the pins and needles in his lungs, however, he breathes deep, content to press his forehead to Harry's, half imagining he can feel the scar where it lies between them.

His eyes finally open to catch a glimpse of that smile and a heat quickly spreads until his cheeks are flushed pink again, more stark against the smudge of dark mud on his cheek.

He looks confused for a few seconds when Harry speaks, having completely forgotten what they'd been doing mere moments ago, and then when he remembers that just makes the flush darken further. ]

W-well I can be pretty gracious in my victory, [ He said, trying to come off cooler than he actually felt as his heart skipped a couple of beats.

He thought that maybe 'A-Ri' wasn't a bad name for Harry after all, when he smiled like that.

He swallowed, wetting his lips and trying to decide if he should get off him or if he should just--

Fuck it. Impulse won out, and he leaned down to press a second - if far quicker - kiss to Harry's lips. ]

( it's a measured, more elegantly stolen kiss. this time harry does rise to meet him, using a heft of energy to sit up, jin ling cradled in his lap, one hand used to support them while the other cups the side of his cheek, muddied fingers leaving prints where he holds him. it seems apt, harry might be the stain on all his perfect, elegant clothes — he's quite used to being seen as such, but jin ling has never once looked down on him for all the places where he lacks. his clothes come prestained and just slightly too big, so jin ling can touch him anywhere without the threat of defilement.

anyway. he's never made out with anyone before. shocking? maybe. his kiss with cho chang tasted like the salt of her tears, and didn't last very long — every kiss with ginny had been rushed, surprised, stolen, forgotten. he's never really. enjoyed it, before — though that sounds awfully rude. but it's fair, right? kisses at inopportune moments, before battles, complimenting the worst moments of his life. is it possible to be grateful for prisma, just because things aren't so terrible all the time? and he's allowed to enjoy this, kissing jin ling, without the fear of tomorrow's battles sitting high on his shoulders.

addictions come up so quickly — greedily, harry arches for more, pressing their chest shortly together, while his tongue darts out to lick coyly on jin ling's lower lip. )

[ This is the kind of thing that if someone had told him back home he'd be engaged in he would have laughed in their face. Making out, sitting in the mud with a boy he barely knows from a clan he's never heard of that isn't even a clan, practically in his lap and covered with bruises. He would have laughed, because there was no way in heaven or on earth than his uncles would have let him, and certainly no way he'd ever live it down.

But Prisma's given him a sort of freedom that he's slowly begun to embrace. And by slowly... Well. Third person he's kissed, so. Pretty slowly. Except that--

He felt heat rush to his cheeks and pushed the thoughts firmly out of his mind, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck as he leaned into him, lips parting under that careful touch of tongue.

It felt different, kissing Harry. One would think that all kisses would feel relatively the same, but they didn't. Not in a bad way. At all. In fact this felt really, really good. It was just completely different from kissing Sizhui in a way he didn't completely grasp. He felt his knees push deeper into the mud on either side of Harry's hips as he pressed the kiss deeper in time, fingers tightening into the other boy's clothes.

Okay.

Okay, this was a problem. They were out in the middle of no where? And Jin Ling was getting - well - look it just - it felt really good, don't look at him like that!! By the time he finally broke the kiss this time, he was flushed again, his cheeks dark and his eyes half lidded.

Come on, Jin Ling, pull yourself together... ]

You... you fly really fast, by the way. [ Was the only dumb thing he could think to say.... ]

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