[ The kiss lingers, soft and warm as he memorises the feeling of Jiang Cheng's lips under his own. He leans into it and when they part, enough for Xichen to look at that reddened mouth, it's with the sense he's definitely not interested in finding his friend a wife. Couldn't be less invested, really.
A second kiss comes more firmly with him cupping the back of Jiang Cheng's head, fingers buried in long hair, tracing the seam of those lips with a lick to see how he responds to the barest sensual cues. ]
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A second kiss comes more firmly with him cupping the back of Jiang Cheng's head, fingers buried in long hair, tracing the seam of those lips with a lick to see how he responds to the barest sensual cues. ]