[ Jiang Cheng rolls his hips gently, grinding gently and wrapping his arms around Xichen’s neck. The hand on his ass is enough to make him hum with pleasure, letting himself draw out the kiss before he hums softly. It’s still embarrassing, and overwhelming, but he can’t help how much he wants this. It’s a repetitive, echoing feeling inside of him, cock hard and moving against the solid weight of Xichen against him.
He wants to peel the other man out of his layers, but he’s focussed on his lover’s words. ]
I - okay. I’ll trust you.
[ Leaning in, he kisses him again. ]
You’ll - you will need to use your fingers first, won’t you?
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He wants to peel the other man out of his layers, but he’s focussed on his lover’s words. ]
I - okay. I’ll trust you.
[ Leaning in, he kisses him again. ]
You’ll - you will need to use your fingers first, won’t you?