Let Me Ruin You, Please?

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The first time Liming thought of Heart in a sexual way was when they kissed on the couch the first night of the New Year. He doesn't know why, but maybe Heart's soft and lightly plushier lips on his were one of the reasons for it. Liming didn't mean to turn their little cast peck to a heated make out session, he swears, but the breathy moans that spilled from the taller boy made his rationality jump out of the window and slide his tongue inside the other's mouth. He knows damn well they should be careful, since they were in the living room, and his uncle could come in at any moment. But the way Heart tilted his head to the side, or squeezed his shoulders to ground himself, made him forget the fact that the privacy there was zero.

When they parted ways the only thing that filled the silent room was their heavy breathings, accompanied by the light sound of the TV, long ago forgotten. Liming shifted from where he moved during their hot first kiss, Heart's lap, and sat down on the sofa while thinking of what just happened. When he looked over to Heart, he saw the cutest yet hottest sight he ever witnessed. Heart had his cheeks and neck flushed in dark pink, his lips, already full, were swollen from the experimental bites and covered in a light layer of spit - his spit, Liming recalled - and his hair was a mess from where Liming had tugged and tossed during their intense moment. After the quick inspection that Liming did to his friend - if they can even call themselves like that after what just happened - he assumed he wasn't in a better state himself. When Heart went home, Liming dealt with his problem in the loneliness of his room while remembering the taste of Heart's lips.

By the time Heart and Liming became adults, they had already kissed many more times. Kisses such as light pecks stolen when they were pillow/tickle 'fighting', soft deep kisses after late night talkings, or heavy make out sessions when the teenage hormones were at their peak. They never went past their clothes, be it because they were too scared to be intrusive in each other's space, or because of the low chances to peacefully kiss that they had.

After Heart and his family reached an agreement of mutual respect and understanding, her mom wouldn't leave him alone, wanting to make the memories she missed because of her neglecting behavior towards her deaf son. That means being at home more times than often, taking Heart's sweet and lovely time with his boyfriend.

Don't misunderstand Heart, he loved the fact that his mom tried to talk to him in sign language, and he appreciated the bonding family time. But it could become a little suffocating since he couldn't get his boyfriend's kisses without being interrupted, and that made him sexually frustrated, equaling a moody and easily irritated Heart, even with his boyfriend. Things weren't easier in Liming's house, they couldn't even cuddle without Wen playfully teasing them and Jim judging his poor and gay nephew. As if, they were worst - trust Liming and his paper like bedroom walls -

When they moved to the US, Heart finally thought he could have his peace and time with Liming. Wrong. Heart's mom actually talked to move in with them, luckily, his husband convinced her that the kids needed their space. Still, she would face call Heart every day without a miss, and she would keep talking with Heart for hours.

Heart and Liming were now at the mall, Liming had been ranting to Heart about this new type of prepared salad he heard in school, and, being the big veggie lover he was, he absolutely had to try it. Luck seemed to be on their side today since Heart's mom had something to do, so she wouldn't be able to keep Heart from his boyfriend. They seized this opportunity and went out to have their boyfriend quality time.

Liming had his hand intertwined with Heart's and he was excitedly pulling the taller one to the store where they had this 'Amazing and completely new' salad - quoted by Liming -. On their way to the store, Heart's sight catched something interesting.

Liming's neck, most specifically, his collarbones.

Liming stayed to sleep last night and, considering the fact that he never wore spare clothes, he had to wear Heart's instead . It had been pretty hot lately, so the shorter boy opted for a loose t-shirt that was a bit too big on him. I mean, it was already big on Heart, so it would obviously be bigger for Liming since he was shorter than the other. So, while he was tugging on Heart's hand, the loose t-shirt exposed a bit too much of Liming's collarbone, making Heart's mind go rampant. He shaked his head, trying to forget the images of Liming's said collarbones full of red and bite marks and decided, firmly decided, to concentrate on observing his boyfriend cutely searching for that damned salad.