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my heart broke
He's supposed to get some sleep before his scheduled events tomorrow. That's why they're in this hotel, too, far away from the media recording center where the whole event had gone down.
Rest doesn't come easily when he's caught up in a combination of leftover anxiety and want. It's a childish, needy sort of desire, even He Ming is aware of that, but it's developed so quickly since Akihiro helped him—protected him—that he can't suppress it.
It's getting late. He Ming, lying on his back on the couch, sighs and puts down his phone. Trying to distract himself from Akihiro's presence isn't working. As blatantly forward as his plan is, he's going to put it into motion.
After sliding his phone into his back pocket, He Ming ambles across the room to where his bodyguard is sitting in another chair. Casually touchy as he usually is, the way he props one hand on the table in front of Akihiro and the other on the back of his chair, fencing him in, isn't so out of the ordinary.
"Akihiro..." Slowly he leans in closer, frown obvious on his face. "I'm bored."
Rest doesn't come easily when he's caught up in a combination of leftover anxiety and want. It's a childish, needy sort of desire, even He Ming is aware of that, but it's developed so quickly since Akihiro helped him—protected him—that he can't suppress it.
It's getting late. He Ming, lying on his back on the couch, sighs and puts down his phone. Trying to distract himself from Akihiro's presence isn't working. As blatantly forward as his plan is, he's going to put it into motion.
After sliding his phone into his back pocket, He Ming ambles across the room to where his bodyguard is sitting in another chair. Casually touchy as he usually is, the way he props one hand on the table in front of Akihiro and the other on the back of his chair, fencing him in, isn't so out of the ordinary.
"Akihiro..." Slowly he leans in closer, frown obvious on his face. "I'm bored."
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"Action movies..." He scrolls through the genres to reach the proper section. Akihiro's warmth pressed all along his side is distracting, to say the least, but he reminds himself that he can't slip that easily.
After a half-minute of searching he stops on a relatively recent blockbuster title. Lots of explosions, judging by the cover.
"How about this one?" Head almost resting against Akihiro's chest, He Ming tilts his head up to make eye contact.
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... Damn, he's cute. Akihiro glances down at He Ming and offers him a crooked smile.
"Sounds good to me if it sounds good to you." What the hell. He may as well go with it, and with that in mind he lifts a hand to gently ruffle his fingers through He Ming's hair.
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It doesn't exactly set the mood. There are definitely a lot of explosions and within the first ten minutes the protagonist has already killed someone and delivered a one-liner. It just makes He Ming laugh, though, easily entertained as he is, and he continues to lean against Akihiro. Eventually one arm comes up to encircle his waist so that he's definitely snuggled against his side in an intimate manner.
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"Didn't think you were the sort of try for subtlety."
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"I wasn't sure how you'd react if I started with heavy grinding." He moves, sitting up just enough to look Akihiro in the eye and smile at him again. "How did I do with the subtlety?"