It’s late and Gu Yiran is brushing his teeth and trying not to spit foam everywhere as he explains for like the fifth time the difference between ephedrine and pseudoephedrine, which Zheng Bei surely by now understands. But when he looks up from the sink to see if it’s making any difference this time, Zheng Bei is leaning against the bathroom wall just watching him, not listening to a single fucking word he’s said. Gu Yiran is fully prepared to be annoyed but can feel Zheng Bei’s eyes on him like a physical thing, dark and hot and filled with significance. That’s—is he really—he would? Again?
“If you wanted,” Zheng Bei says, simply, lifting one shoulder as if to say how unimportant it is to him, whether Gu Yiran says great or no thanks. If Gu Yiran hadn’t started to learn his expressions by now, he might have fallen for it, too. That studied casualness. But Gu Yiran knows him a little better, these days, and he can see it behind Zheng Bei’s eyes: the raw hunger. What he really wants.
It rises up in him again but this time with a clamor, a spike of need so intense his chest constricts with it. He should say no. He should focus on all the many things wrong with this, he should be friendly but firm, but instead all he can think about is Zheng Bei panting into his mouth and coming all over his hand, and he wants that again.
“Okay,” is as much as he can get out, aware of his own pulse beating in his temples. He puts his toothbrush away, carefully. Zheng Bei says something hasty about brushing his own teeth, and Gu Yiran doesn’t bother responding, just beelines for Zheng Bei’s bedroom, where he starts undressing so fast it’s probably embarrassing.
i swear i will finish this remix someday, there's only like 2.5 scenes left? literally maybe a few hundred words! i'm so close i can taste it (not unlike ran-ge COUGH) #thefirstshot #wipwednesday #雪迷宫