--No okay, he doesn't do that. But his lips do curve up into a grin against Gu Yun's skin, one thumb stroking gently over his hipbone in a parody of affection. It's completely contradicted by the way he digs his nails in even through the fabric of his gloves, but apparently he's feeling some degree of nice, because he shifts closer, letting Gu Yun lean against him.
(The real attack here is that he's not saying a damn thing, because he knows perfectly well that talking would give Gu Yun a distraction to latch onto and make smartass comments about.)
It would be very easy to sit here and just enjoy the show, but this was his suggestion, and Primrose shouldn't have to do all the work. So he pries one hand away from Gu Yun's hip just long enough to push long hair over his shoulder, allowing him to dip his head down to sink his teeth into the nape of his neck and work at sucking a mark into tender skin. His other hand, meanwhile, slides up to that scar he's so fond of, scratching lightly along it. He doesn't actually need to see it anymore, already well-acquainted with its path. In like five minutes Primrose will probably find out who keeps leaving hickies on it, wow, please pretend to be totally shocked by this kink.]
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--No okay, he doesn't do that. But his lips do curve up into a grin against Gu Yun's skin, one thumb stroking gently over his hipbone in a parody of affection. It's completely contradicted by the way he digs his nails in even through the fabric of his gloves, but apparently he's feeling some degree of nice, because he shifts closer, letting Gu Yun lean against him.
(The real attack here is that he's not saying a damn thing, because he knows perfectly well that talking would give Gu Yun a distraction to latch onto and make smartass comments about.)
It would be very easy to sit here and just enjoy the show, but this was his suggestion, and Primrose shouldn't have to do all the work. So he pries one hand away from Gu Yun's hip just long enough to push long hair over his shoulder, allowing him to dip his head down to sink his teeth into the nape of his neck and work at sucking a mark into tender skin. His other hand, meanwhile, slides up to that scar he's so fond of, scratching lightly along it. He doesn't actually need to see it anymore, already well-acquainted with its path. In like five minutes Primrose will probably find out who keeps leaving hickies on it, wow, please pretend to be totally shocked by this kink.]