[ There's a small part of Jiang Cheng that's a little irritated at the idea of Xichen's experience, that he's already so good at this when he is pushing himself to catch up as quickly as possible, but he cannot dwell on that for long when he is the person benefitting from it. He's fumbling a little with his hands, not sure where to put them or where they should go, but he lets himself press closer, as if chasing the taste of Xichen's mouth.
Mortifying. Utterly mortifying.
At least he can bask in the fact that Xichen seems equally as undone by the kissing, eyes glued to the warm colour of his skin when he realises why exactly the other man might look as red as he is. ]
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Mortifying. Utterly mortifying.
At least he can bask in the fact that Xichen seems equally as undone by the kissing, eyes glued to the warm colour of his skin when he realises why exactly the other man might look as red as he is. ]