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Lin Jingheng’s eyes were a glimmering shade of grey, freezingly cold yet alluringly elegant. When he looked at others with a sneer, his rosy lips upturned slightly and the corners of his eyes would crinkle a little, it added more an invincible aura around him. When he got annoyed, those crystal eyes would narrow and his rosy lips would become thinner.
Lu Bixing's eyes were a warm shade of brown, like a pool of melting chocolate, sweet and enticing. His brown eyes had a natural dazzle to them, like the stars of the dark nights, they shone bright, radiating, making others feel a sense of warmth.
Lin Jingheng's cold glimmering eyes contained an immense amount of affection and love, only when they met those brown dazzling eyes. His grey eyes would soften a lot, adding a layer of spark, as if the frozen pools were melting. When he looked up through his long and thick lashes, crystal orbs glazing, rosy lips turned a delicious hue of red, the apple of his cheeks kissed with blush, he looked nothing like an icy Prince. He looked every bit of spring blossoming.
Lin Jingheng's hands were as cold as his grey eyes, that's why he preferred wearing thin white gloves even in summer. When he trailed those cold fingers along the warm body of Lu Bixing, he felt as if currents travelled within him. Lu Bixing, on the contrary, was full of warmth, like an embodiment of the Sun itself, his warm hands would find Lin Jingheng's slender and cold hands, warming them up. His sneaky hands would always lay on his beloved, caressing here and there or just holding him.
Lin Jingheng's neck was slender, it looked as exquisite as a porcelain, Lu Bixing loved caressing him, knowing it was one of his sweet spots. He loved painting flowers of varying shades on this canvas, enjoying all those lewd and melodious sounds that were drawn from those lusciously parted rosy lips.
Lin Jingheng’s collarbones could be vividly seen, Lu Bixing had seared little kisses all over them, making them look like stars strewn in the night sky.
Lu Bixing adored those cherry beads that turned stiff with just a flick of his fingers. He would pinch and pull them until Lin Jingheng would be all soft and putty in his hands. Whenever he had his lips and teeth on those gems, his lover would be humming in ecstasy. Lin Jingheng's waist was small, Lu Bixing could never resist caressing them and peppering them with butterfly kisses. He enjoyed the way his husband squirmed under his touches, the way his breathing would hitch when his chest was toyed with.
With time, Lu Bixing learned all of his secrets.
Lu Bixing had always marvelled at Lin Jingheng’s long legs, the way they looked so stunning, the way they wrapped around his waist whenever he was making love to his beloved, silently asking for more. And more, he did give. He would prop those long legs on his shoulder, loitering kisses on those porcelain legs, the flowers blooming pretty hues of pink, red and purple. He would torment his lover sweetly, making Lin Jingheng clasp tightly on the sheets, seeking sanity among such searing pleasure and euphoria. Lu Bixing would entwine his fingers around those cold hands, tightening his hold as he showered Lin Jingheng with his unswerving love.
Lin Jingheng was a beauty, his grey eyes wavering in pleasure, icy pools crumbling and melting, pearly tears hung on those thick and long lashes, they added such an alluring touch.
Lin Jingheng was unintentionally a seducer, those ruby lips glistening with saliva, gasping in sheer bliss, cheeks kissed with rosiness and those cold hands tugged Lu Bixing closer, wanting to reach ecstasy together. The thumping of their steadfast hearts was thrumming against the heated skin where their chests pressed together.
Lu Bixing painted him with his resolute love, inky locks plastered on their foreheads, bodies glowing with a sheen and entangled in a harmonious reunion.
Hearts filled with tenderness and fondness, Lin Jingheng thought that being doted by his lover was truly addictive.
Lin Jingheng’s cold, glimmering grey eyes would only behold Lu Bixing, while those cold hands only craved the warmth that radiated from his lover.