[ Seeing Xichen without his robes covering him is a heady thing, and with flushed cheeks Jiang Cheng takes a moment to appreciate it, palm tracing the shape of him before he returns to layering kisses against his neck, down to his collarbone. He is beautiful, and if Jiang Cheng was a man for poetry he feels like this would be the moment.
He is not, so he swallows his tongue and his words, shifting his hips to push even closer to Xichen, tucking their hips together. ]
You are terribly beautiful, a-Huan. I… I have never wanted someone so terribly.
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He is not, so he swallows his tongue and his words, shifting his hips to push even closer to Xichen, tucking their hips together. ]
You are terribly beautiful, a-Huan. I… I have never wanted someone so terribly.