Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

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See, Lin was an open book. An expert conversationalist. He had the upmost facial expressions, emotions and passion spilling, ink to paper. When he spoke, people couldn't help but marvel attentively.

Then again, there was also the little things. Small side comments he'd laugh off or brush aside. A prolonged glance in the mirror. Those insecurities he didn't talk about so much. Well, at least not anymore. If one really wanted to know, they could deep dive into his earliest interviews, should they be so curious.

He didn't talk about it, did he really have to be an open book about everything? No matter how hard he avoided it, he was an open book to Jon.

How could he not be? They lived on top of each other, bouncing off one another's energy to keep them going. A rapt attention pulling into focus. For Lin and Jon.

Little things, like what Jonathan was witnessing right now. Things like Lin playing with and pulling at the hem of his white button up, sucking in his stomach.

Jon walked up behind him, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Lin looked like a deer caught in the headlights, sucking his tummy in once again.

"Hey," Jon murmured softly into his ear, gathering the hair at the nape of his neck. "Pass me a hair tie?" Lin complied, passing one over his shoulder so Jon could finish tying his hair up. He slid his hands over his shoulders, against his collarbone. "Ready to go sweet thing?" he asked, pressing a gentle kiss underneath his right ear.

"I......" he looked back down at his stomach, still that bit of pudge he always hated, "I guess." Jon's eyes softened, heart tinging the slightest bit.

"I hope you realize one day just how beautiful you are," he sighed. "I'll do everything I can to convince you of that," he decided as he turned Lin around, straightening out his collar. "Now let's go."
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"I think I need to change my shirt," Lin said out of the blue. Groff looked over. Lin wasn't normally so picky about these things- fashion in general, really.

"Is it scratchy or something?"

"It's a little tight." The shirt ended below his hip bone, a baggy v neck.

"It is?" He didn't mean to pry, just. Lin.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go change." He came back in one of his dark grey wool sweaters, pulling it over. Jon pulled him into his chest on the couch, rubbing his shoulder blades, down his spine.
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"Lin, we need to talk," he stated, sitting next to him, taking his hands in his own.

"Did something happen?" he asked, brows slanting downward.

"No," Lin waited for him to continue. "So I know you're a bit insecure about your stomach," Lin stared over his shoulder, nodding slightly, "and..... you know, we haven't gotten that far in terms of- um- sex but when we do- I was just wondering if it's okay to touch you there," he shrugged, squeezing Lin's fingers as he looked back at him.

"You......." Lin's mouth fell open a bit, caught off guard. "Yeah that's fine," he did a little half smile, blushing a bit at the gesture.

"Good," Jon exhaled, "that's all I needed to know," he returned that same smile and pulled Lin in close, kissing his temple.
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They'd been making out for the past ten minutes, catching their breaths every now and then, breathing each other in.

"Do you," Lin was interrupted by his own sigh as Groff's fingers tightened in his hair, "do you wanna take this to the bedroom?"

"Y-You're ready?" Jon's eyes widened a bit, a thrill rushing up his spine. Lin nodded eagerly. "Alright come on, you," he pulled him up by the hand, leading him towards the bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Jonathan pushed him against the wall, kicking the door shut with a slam. Lin chuckled lowly into the kiss, fingers lost in Jon's hair. His nails scratched down Jon's back, begging for more.

Jonathan hummed appreciatively when he got him spread out beneath him. So pretty. So delicate- Lin was heaving, soft, pliant skin rippling with each breath.

He dragged a fingertips slowly up and down his chest and abdomen.

"Pretty," he chuckled, "pretty, pretty, pretty." Lin swallowed, hyper focused on each move Jon made. A circle he made with his thumb just above his collarbone before diving in, tasting him like sweet fruit. The massaging and butterfly kisses all over his stomach, leaving trembling sighs and sensations behind. Lin had never felt so admired for something he hated.