[ My a-Cheng, he says, and it feels so good to be claimed, to belong to someone. Jiang Cheng has touched himself like this before, locked behind careful layers of screens and doors in his own room, hissing out quiet noises and wondering what someone else could feel like, but he’s never dreamed of touching someone else.
He tries to follow the way that Xichen moves his hips, to mirror what he himself might enjoy, almost careless in his desire to please.
Jiang Cheng kisses back hard, teeth scraping against Xichen’s mouth, biting at his lip and chasing the press of their tongues tighter - messy and wanton and wonderful. ]
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He tries to follow the way that Xichen moves his hips, to mirror what he himself might enjoy, almost careless in his desire to please.
Jiang Cheng kisses back hard, teeth scraping against Xichen’s mouth, biting at his lip and chasing the press of their tongues tighter - messy and wanton and wonderful. ]
You’re so warm…!