[Ling laughs lightly at the mere suggestion that his father cares enough about his carrying on to send someone after a bartender in the seedy part of town. It'd be neater and "better for the family" just to cut Ling off entirely, he thinks, but still - it requires the old man to find out in the first place. Let alone weigh the pros and cons of abruptly losing a prepared heir...
He just doesn't see much coming of this, from his father's side of the equation. It's been six months; someone would have stopped him by now, if they really wanted to. But none of that is flirtatious or affectionate so he doesn't explain, instead sliding his arms up around Greed's shoulders like he'll lean up to kiss him any second now.
Not that he does. He doesn't know the entirety of whatever game Greed is playing with him right now, but his increasingly pressing need to be kissed isn't so much that he doesn't want to find out. This is truly heroic patience demonstrated by Ling Yao, incredibly thirsty virgin.]
That's— [That's Greed's thigh against him and Ling isn't resisting every temptation here, not even close, pressing his hips up against that leg appreciatively. Even as he does it still makes him blush, a fresh rush of color to offset his content little smile. He has no plan and zero experience, but he's got his heart set on enjoying whatever he's given.]
That's nothing to worry about. Think about me, instead.
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He just doesn't see much coming of this, from his father's side of the equation. It's been six months; someone would have stopped him by now, if they really wanted to. But none of that is flirtatious or affectionate so he doesn't explain, instead sliding his arms up around Greed's shoulders like he'll lean up to kiss him any second now.
Not that he does. He doesn't know the entirety of whatever game Greed is playing with him right now, but his increasingly pressing need to be kissed isn't so much that he doesn't want to find out. This is truly heroic patience demonstrated by Ling Yao, incredibly thirsty virgin.]
That's— [That's Greed's thigh against him and Ling isn't resisting every temptation here, not even close, pressing his hips up against that leg appreciatively. Even as he does it still makes him blush, a fresh rush of color to offset his content little smile. He has no plan and zero experience, but he's got his heart set on enjoying whatever he's given.]
That's nothing to worry about. Think about me, instead.