[ It’s suddenly more intense than he’d ever expected it to be, and Jiang Cheng is trying to get his mind to settle around the notion that he’s now kissing Xichen. It feels swift, as if he had moved too fast and skipped a few steps, but given how friendly the two of them had been already… Jiang Cheng can’t deny that he’s more than pleased that this is the outcome.
Tilting his head, he allows himself to let his own arm slip around Xichen’s waist in return, tilted up and pushing back into the kiss. Briefly, he’s confused by the press of a tongue, his mouth opening in a soft gasp before he lets himself lean up, to let the kiss draw out and become something a little more, his fingers gripping at the fabric of Xichen’s robes carefully. ]
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Tilting his head, he allows himself to let his own arm slip around Xichen’s waist in return, tilted up and pushing back into the kiss. Briefly, he’s confused by the press of a tongue, his mouth opening in a soft gasp before he lets himself lean up, to let the kiss draw out and become something a little more, his fingers gripping at the fabric of Xichen’s robes carefully. ]