Немного оффтопом - давеча (т.е. месяц назад после мибблов) в обсуждении фбшных рейтингофиков кто-то жаловался на "другого" в постели (справедливо, в общем)
Читаю этот фик и получаю удивительный секас между товарищами he и other (ну и не без Бинхэ и шицзуня, оргия прям!))))
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Moving slowly, he kissed the other and felt no resistance to the movement. If anything, the other was the first to deepen the kiss, letting Binghe explore him to the fullest. No clue what he was doing, he carefully sucked on the others lips before slipping his tongue into the others mouth, the other returning the motion back to him as their saliva mixed. Still holding the others arm, he swung them around and laid his shizun down flat onto the bed, pressing himself to the other lightly. Clearly it wasn’t enough judging by the others free hand coming up to hook around Binghe neck to tug him further down, his other arm falling from his grasp to do the same. Smiling against the others mouth, he complied with the request, stroking the others cheek in his thumb. He was kissing him, he was kissing Binghe with as much enthusiasm as Binghe. Was he pushing too far? What if he was? No, if he was, he’d already been slapped, possibly even stabbed. He wasn’t though, hands holding onto his neck for dear life. If he weren’t currently clinging to him with everything he had, he might’ve chuckled at the idea.