IC INBOX: PRISMATICA

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Jin Ling ⬤ The Untamed
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[imperio]

( 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. )

[inheritedpain]

[ 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.... ]