[He hums softly at that first part-- yes, tell him things like that, exactly that, good job Ling-- and keeps his mouth moving. No kisses, not yet, but tongue replaces teeth, little licks tracing over the reddened marks he'd left.]
Is that right.
[That is unusual. Plenty of girls (and boys, sometimes) have wanted to fuck him; fewer have wanted to date him. He's not exactly boyfriend material. And no, that's not exactly what Ling said, but that's what a crush means, doesn't it? Which is . . . sort of worrying, honestly, if he thinks about it too long, which is why he isn't going to think about it.
Instead: fingers creeping up his torso, dragging against his back, touch feather-light and teasing, as he tips his head up, working just beneath his jaw.]
And what is it you're hoping he'll do, huh? Once he starts noticing you.
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Is that right.
[That is unusual. Plenty of girls (and boys, sometimes) have wanted to fuck him; fewer have wanted to date him. He's not exactly boyfriend material. And no, that's not exactly what Ling said, but that's what a crush means, doesn't it? Which is . . . sort of worrying, honestly, if he thinks about it too long, which is why he isn't going to think about it.
Instead: fingers creeping up his torso, dragging against his back, touch feather-light and teasing, as he tips his head up, working just beneath his jaw.]
And what is it you're hoping he'll do, huh? Once he starts noticing you.