Every Single Thing I Touch || HeartLiming "Moonlight Chicken"

11. Falling

Trigger Warning: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT!!!!!!

This chapter will be completely sexual and if you're uncomfortable with reading detailed depictions of that, please ignore this chapter and wait till Monday for the next chapter. I can't warn you any stronger because I was extremely detailed here.

Proceed with caution, please!

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"Wait" Liming broke away from Heart, chuckling at the sight of Heart chasing after his lips, as he pressed his palm on the other's lips—making Heart blink in surprise, "Wait, Heart. Hold on, hold on"

"Huh?" to say that Heart was confused would be an understatement, "What? What happened?"

He blinked his gaze involuntarily switched between Liming's lips, his eyes and finally fell on his palm that was pressed on Heart's lips, as he tilted his head looking at him. Liming bit his bottom lip, as a smile threatened to break from his lips—Heart looked actually cute. Like a puppy.

"I want to..." Liming started, heaving a sigh, "I want to make sure that you won't compare me with... with Night"

Heart just stared at him, before wrapping his fingers around Liming's hand that was pressed on his mouth, and pulled it away, "Compare?"

Liming was worried. Heart looked experienced. He kissed like someone who had done it tons of times and even though a little part of him grew inexplicably jealous of the people Heart has kissed before, a worry was gnawing in his gut—what if he wasn't good? What if Heart thinks that this was a mistake? What if he preferred Night more, even though he's not there? What if Heart actually compared him to Night? What if—

"Stop it" Heart said, his voice sounding more like a whisper as he pressed his index finger on Liming's forehead, "Stop thinking too much. You and Night are completely opposite and honestly, I wouldn't want to kiss Night like I want to kiss you. Isn't it obvious by now that it's you I want, Liming?"

Liming gasped. Did Heart get his name because his mother decided that he would steal hearts in the future? How was he able to make Liming's worries disappear in literally seconds? Liming leaned in—as his eyes blew out wide with appreciation—to press his lips against Heart's and the other readily crumbled into him, breathing him in softly.

Liming started to walk Heart backwards towards the bed—with no real destination, as his arms curled around the other's neck, pulling him flush against his chest. His hands were running along the short hair behind Heart's head, curling his fingers around them and pulling them. Heart was leaving breathless kisses on his lips, bruising them so incredibly well as Liming opened his lips with exhilaration, welcoming Heart's tongue that slithered in without any hesitation. As Heart's arms draped themselves around Liming's waist, his fingers started to climb inside Liming's t-shirt, digging into his skin and Liming trembled from the touch in delight and surprise. He broke away from the kiss with a gasp, dragging Heart's bottom lip with his teeth for a couple of seconds before severing complete contact.

"Are you... should I?" Heart started—looking dazed, as he stared down at Liming's soul through his eyes, "Tell me when to stop, okay?"

"No, it's... I want to tell you something" Liming said, as he leaned back, hands cupping Heart's cheeks instead, "I've never... This is my first time. You... you're my first kiss"

Heart's eyes widened at Liming's shameful (to Liming) admission, but the moment Liming looked down—cheeks flaming with heat, ears screaming with embarrassment, Heart chuckled softly, before curling his index finger to place it under Liming's chin to lift his face—until there were almost no inches between each other. Heart's eyes roamed all over Liming's face—pausing randomly, as if to mark his territory. And Liming's flushed face was flushing even more, if it was humanly possible.