[ The praise shouldn’t send as much of a thrill through him as it does, and it’s as if he’s been struck by lightning, as though zidian itself has come to life and left an imprint on his skin. His hips cant up gently, shifting into the touch of Xichen’s hand, licking his lips and trying to wrestle with his breathing.
Xichen can call him anything he wants, can praise him however he likes, because it feels wonderful. It’s a little heady, knowing that he’s this wanted. That Xichen thinks he’s worthy of praise, of celebrating, of giving pleasure. ]
I… I want to be.
[ Moaning, head tilted back, he turns his head to steal a kiss, hands lifting to stroke along Xichen’s body gently, trying to find any part of his body that might inspire more want. ]
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Xichen can call him anything he wants, can praise him however he likes, because it feels wonderful. It’s a little heady, knowing that he’s this wanted. That Xichen thinks he’s worthy of praise, of celebrating, of giving pleasure. ]
I… I want to be.
[ Moaning, head tilted back, he turns his head to steal a kiss, hands lifting to stroke along Xichen’s body gently, trying to find any part of his body that might inspire more want. ]