Technically speaking, he did kiss you already. A few times, actually.
[But those aren't the kinds of kisses Ling means. Those were fun, but what Ling is oh-so-subtly asking for is a kiss that'll take his breath away. He wants a a kiss that he'll be thinking about for hours and hours, well into tomorrow when he goes home and does whatever socialite things normally occupy his time.
Isn't that a nice thought? Ling chatting with his family, listening to them prattle on about social events and subtle arrangements, and all the while thinking of a rough-and-tumble bartender on the other side of the city.
Yeah. Yeah, shit, that sounds perfect. But that kind of kiss needs build-up. He nudges him back, slipping down off the counter. He's still dressed up, suit and tie, which is . . . appealing, actually, in a subtle sort of way, as Ling stands there with his shirt off and his face lightly flushed.]
Come on.
[An order, and he strides forward, heading towards the corner of the studio apartment that he's designated as his bedroom, shrugging off his suit jacket as he does. That gets tossed carelessly onto a chair, and he sits on the bed, waiting for Ling to join him.
A slow buildup, that's the name of the game right now. Not kissing him right away, but working him up to it, getting him more and more flustered and eager, until he's ridiculously hungry for the kiss.
So: the moment he comes in close enough, he tugs at his wrist, dragging him down to the mattress and crawling over him in one quick movement.]
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[But those aren't the kinds of kisses Ling means. Those were fun, but what Ling is oh-so-subtly asking for is a kiss that'll take his breath away. He wants a a kiss that he'll be thinking about for hours and hours, well into tomorrow when he goes home and does whatever socialite things normally occupy his time.
Isn't that a nice thought? Ling chatting with his family, listening to them prattle on about social events and subtle arrangements, and all the while thinking of a rough-and-tumble bartender on the other side of the city.
Yeah. Yeah, shit, that sounds perfect. But that kind of kiss needs build-up. He nudges him back, slipping down off the counter. He's still dressed up, suit and tie, which is . . . appealing, actually, in a subtle sort of way, as Ling stands there with his shirt off and his face lightly flushed.]
Come on.
[An order, and he strides forward, heading towards the corner of the studio apartment that he's designated as his bedroom, shrugging off his suit jacket as he does. That gets tossed carelessly onto a chair, and he sits on the bed, waiting for Ling to join him.
A slow buildup, that's the name of the game right now. Not kissing him right away, but working him up to it, getting him more and more flustered and eager, until he's ridiculously hungry for the kiss.
So: the moment he comes in close enough, he tugs at his wrist, dragging him down to the mattress and crawling over him in one quick movement.]