[ Jiang Cheng takes his time, doesn’t push himself too far, takes it slow. It’s not as difficult as he had thought, at least at first, and he closes his eyes and hums in response to Xichen’s sounds, determined to draw more out of him. He sinks lower, mirroring what he felt when Xichen touched him, pleased him, his hand lifting to encircle where his mouth hasn’t reached. ]
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