[ Traces of humour heat the praise he pours into Jiang Cheng's ear.
A shiver races down his spine, throat working to swallow nothing as kisses travel his jaw and Jiang Cheng crawls in as close as their position allows. Xichen guides those hips to grind down, already growing hard out of a combination of sheer want and the recklessness of one and a half cups of wine, too impatient to wait any longer. ]
Do you want me inside you, a-Cheng? I want to hear you say it.
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[ Traces of humour heat the praise he pours into Jiang Cheng's ear.
A shiver races down his spine, throat working to swallow nothing as kisses travel his jaw and Jiang Cheng crawls in as close as their position allows. Xichen guides those hips to grind down, already growing hard out of a combination of sheer want and the recklessness of one and a half cups of wine, too impatient to wait any longer. ]
Do you want me inside you, a-Cheng? I want to hear you say it.