filthyjongin:

Clearly Yixing doesn’t know that he’s passing the test with flying colors. He can feel the others’ gaze on him as he licks over the cone and he bites into the crunchy treat just as the other looks away. Chuckling, he glances up towards the patches of blue sky visible through the green trees they’re walking under; “Yeah, the break in the weather is nice. I don’t like the cold.” 

He can practically feel the heat radiating off of Yixing, and he doesnt think twice about holding the cone in his left hand, his right swinging out. His index finger hooks in the belt loop on the side of Yixing’s baggy, yet fitted jeans, resting there like it’s second nature and the most natural thing in the world. He just hopes Yixing doesn’t suffocate and die or something before Jongin is done playing; but if he does, it’s a good thing he knows CPR. Or at least the generalities of it.

“Really?” Yixing asks, making a mental note to remember that because he definitely wants to see the stripper again. It’s kinda of weird how fast the other had grown on him. There is something about Jongin that draws Yixing to him and he wants to figure out what it is - though Yixing knows that’s only an excuse to see the other more often.

Yixing blinks at Jongin’s action, looking at his finger before following his arm  with his eyes until his eyes reach Jongin’s owns. “……” He opens his mouth to speak but the only thing that leaves his lips is a breath of hot again. It’s suddenly too hot for Yixing he swears he’s forgotten how to breath; all to aware of Jongin’s presence. 

“J… Jong… in… ” He breathes out, his voice coming out more huskier than he had wanted it to. 

filthyjongin:

There we go. His smile definitely turns into a smirk as his free hand slides into his pocket casually, leisurely, his slow-paced attitude about nearly everything finally returning. He starts lapping at the ice cream nonchalantly, tipping his head a little. “Let’s walk along the river,” he suggests, turning to start walking, knowing that Yixing will follow him.

How cute the other is, all flustered. Jongin still has that itch to scratch, that faint voice in the back of his head telling him to wreck Yixing, but he stays patient. He doesn’t want to scare the other off; he’s bright, innocent, refreshing. Clean. Totally opposite of Jongin and that is… definitely attractive. He kicks a few pebbles along the sidewalk, nearly down to the cone, licking some melting cream from the sides with a hum. He’s not much of a talker, he hopes Yixing doesn’t mind.

Yixing doesn’t notice how Jongin’s smile turns into a smirk because he’s too busy blushing madly and trying to get his face to turn back to it’s natural shade. “S.. Sure” he stutters, mentally hitting himself for doing so. He’s almost sure that Jongin is testing him and right now he’s pretty much failing. 

He ends up falling into pace with Jongin, looking down at their feet; noticing how their strides so to match. A small smile spreads across his lips at the observation as he watches Jongin kick at small pebbles that seem to come in his way. It’s then he decides to look up at the other male and regrets it almost instantly. 

He watches as Jongin’s tongue runs along the side of his cone, licking the ice cream that has ended up running down it. He doesn’t know how the other does it; how he manages to make Yixing fall into such a trance just watching him do the simplest things. Yixing coughs lightly, looking away; his blush returning to his cheeks. “N.. Nice weather..” he mutters, trying to cover up the face he has just been bluntly staring at the other and oh god, he could swear there was a sudden rush of blood down south.

filthyjongin:

Super Kid. Jongin is deadpan as Yixing excitedly orders because what the hell kind of flavor is that? He takes the ice cream and eyes it for a second, and the insecurity in Yixing’s voice makes his tongue slide out and carefully gather a good portion of the treat before bringing it into his mouth. He resists a wince. It’s super sweet, definitely more sugar than he might be able to handle but for some reason he doesn’t want to upset Yixing so he offers a small smile (or what could be considered a smile, considering Jongin’s default is a smirk). 

“It’s good,” he settles on. “Kind of a kick in the teeth, but…” licking his lips, he takes another taste of the ice cream, and then nods as if in affirmation. “It tastes like how I imagine you would taste.” Bright, sweet, innocent and too sugary to handle. Maybe Yixing would melt like ice cream, too, under his touch.

Yixing watches as Jongin licks the ice cream, swallowing slowly his eyes way too trained on the other’s tongue. He manages to tear his eyes away when Jongin’s tongue disappears into his mouth again and looks up to meet the other’s eyes. Yixing finds himself smiling at Jongin’s words, happy that he seems to like it but the smile is soon replaced with complete and utter shock.

He feels his mouth drop open as he stares at Jongin with wide eyes. He surely heard wrong.. right? But one look at Jongin’s face tells him everything he needs to know and he looks away, his face reddening at the comment. Yixing can’t help but find himself unable to response to the other,  too shocked to come up with a proper sentence. So instead he just licks at his ice cream; his mind racing, searching for something he can say. “T-Thank you..” He ends up saying, his mind coming short of a witty reply.