[ It's sweet, the way his Wanyin clings to him. Xichen shows him how to kiss deeply, slow and unhurried about it as he paints the taste of tea around that hot mouth, a quiet moan muffling in place as he draws Jiang Cheng in closer and brushes a thumb under his ear, feeling his thudding pulse.
He should go slower, be more polite, but he likes the way he can affect him so keenly. ]
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He should go slower, be more polite, but he likes the way he can affect him so keenly. ]