[ Jiang Cheng leans back, drawing his mouth away for a moment. Is he ready for Xichen to spend in his mouth? He doesn’t think so, so he leans close instead, flicking his tongue before he pulls back. It’ll be enough to come on his face, his chest… Surely? It would be enough for him. Breathing out a sharp noise, he nods. ]
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