[ Normally, the sound of surprise from Solomon is something that would have tingled him with amusement, but he can only remember the cascading variety of emotions that went through him. Though, he definitely adores the way Solomon's eyes look so gentle when he had pulled back — and the way it adds to his smile seems nothing less than perfect.
He feels the sensation of that finger running along his jaw, against his bottom lip, the sensation so light that it is nothing less than feather-like. But he thinks, most of all, he hears the response that outlines itself in his head. The gentle voice and weary yet glad relief that shows in Solomon's reaction a comfort, and also something that further draws him in.
Though Solomon might seem a reflection of amusement at the question that came before it. And he does have enough time to say: ]
...Of course.
[ Since Solomon responded in the affirmation, Jing Yuan has no problem with the other man pressing his lips lightly against his first. He cannot guess the emotions behind it, but the consideration behind its gentleness does not go unnoticed — as for Jing Yuan, he shifts, and he eagerly returns the kiss. When he presses back against Solomon's lips, it is passionate, emotional, and a deluge of all that emotions he feels — and for Solomon — all in one go. It is an expression of intimate affection that seeks not to conquer, but to envelope the dear man within it, to show how much he means to him.
Such that the sensuality also cannot be denied, as if upon finally being unleashed after so much time elapsed in one's search for what they wished. His hands loosely still around Solomon's waist, pull him closer, to intermingle him a bit deeper. There is no hesitation, no lacking in proceeding forward, or sense of uncomfortable emotion; if anything, he may only be seeking next to have the kiss deepened next. Indeed, the intensity of Jing Yuan's feelings and his certainty in them can never hope to be denied as he holds Solomon close. ]
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He feels the sensation of that finger running along his jaw, against his bottom lip, the sensation so light that it is nothing less than feather-like. But he thinks, most of all, he hears the response that outlines itself in his head. The gentle voice and weary yet glad relief that shows in Solomon's reaction a comfort, and also something that further draws him in.
Though Solomon might seem a reflection of amusement at the question that came before it. And he does have enough time to say: ]
...Of course.
[ Since Solomon responded in the affirmation, Jing Yuan has no problem with the other man pressing his lips lightly against his first. He cannot guess the emotions behind it, but the consideration behind its gentleness does not go unnoticed — as for Jing Yuan, he shifts, and he eagerly returns the kiss. When he presses back against Solomon's lips, it is passionate, emotional, and a deluge of all that emotions he feels — and for Solomon — all in one go. It is an expression of intimate affection that seeks not to conquer, but to envelope the dear man within it, to show how much he means to him.
Such that the sensuality also cannot be denied, as if upon finally being unleashed after so much time elapsed in one's search for what they wished. His hands loosely still around Solomon's waist, pull him closer, to intermingle him a bit deeper. There is no hesitation, no lacking in proceeding forward, or sense of uncomfortable emotion; if anything, he may only be seeking next to have the kiss deepened next. Indeed, the intensity of Jing Yuan's feelings and his certainty in them can never hope to be denied as he holds Solomon close. ]