[ Jiang Cheng truly cannot imagine which he would prefer - he’s heard whispers, the theory of what two men do together, impossible not to with his brother’s marriage, but he’d never thought of himself in that role. To give, or to take, he’s not sure where he’d like to be, but no matter how he pictures it… He finds that if it is Xichen above or below him he would be content.
Breathless, he looks up, eyes wide and dark, heady with want. ]
I don’t think I could forget either way, a-Huan.
[ He shifts, hips twitching up even as his hand keeps moving, drawing out all the pleasure he can from Xichen. ]
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Breathless, he looks up, eyes wide and dark, heady with want. ]
I don’t think I could forget either way, a-Huan.
[ He shifts, hips twitching up even as his hand keeps moving, drawing out all the pleasure he can from Xichen. ]
Is that what you want? Right now?