[ Xichen could kiss him all day, nip a tongue and stroke it in apology, bite at those delicious lips that are so hungry for this ...
He trails the kisses down Jiang Cheng's jaw, mouthing over his pulse. Not to leave a love-bite, which he wouldn't without permission, but enough that every lick can be felt gliding over soft, untouched skin.
At a waist he kneads his fingers, holding him close. ]
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He trails the kisses down Jiang Cheng's jaw, mouthing over his pulse. Not to leave a love-bite, which he wouldn't without permission, but enough that every lick can be felt gliding over soft, untouched skin.
At a waist he kneads his fingers, holding him close. ]