[ He’s completely unaccustomed to it and he wants to lash out a little, instinct having him want to be a little angry and defensive, because that’s how he is. Jiang Cheng tilts his head up, letting his eyes drag over Xichen’s face, licking his lips.
It was good. A wonderful experience. He knows instinctively that he wants it again; to lean up and kiss him softly, to wrap arms around them and squeeze him and never let go.
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It was good. A wonderful experience. He knows instinctively that he wants it again; to lean up and kiss him softly, to wrap arms around them and squeeze him and never let go.
It’s hideously embarrassing for him. ]
I know. I am fine. It is fine, I…
[ He leans up, nudging their noses together. ]