[ Flustered isn't the word for Jiang Cheng who, if Xichen is right, has never been kissed before. He sits up a little to rest his chin in soft black hair and gather him in close as Jiang Cheng catches his breath, rubbing his back.
It's cool in the library, nothing like the mini firestorm between between them everywhere they touch. ]
It's okay, you're okay. Take a moment.
[ The imprint of those kisses haunts his lips, tracing them with his tongue where he can't be seen and trying to calm his own racing heartbeat. ]
no subject
It's cool in the library, nothing like the mini firestorm between between them everywhere they touch. ]
It's okay, you're okay. Take a moment.
[ The imprint of those kisses haunts his lips, tracing them with his tongue where he can't be seen and trying to calm his own racing heartbeat. ]