[ My clever boy. Never mind the mere handful of years between them or the perfectly capable grown man in his lap, Jiang Cheng has an innocence about him that makes him sound younger than he is and it's endearing. It makes Xichen want to be responsible for every part of slowly debauching him. ]
Yes, we have oil to help, otherwise it hurts.
[ He does not own his brother's furious impatience, nor in his wildest dreams would he expect Jiang Cheng to prefer such a thing like Wangji's own husband. Xichen is going to make this as painless as possible. ]
You feel so good, a-Cheng ... even like this. So pretty.
[ One of his hands sacrifices its grip on that backside to cup Jiang Cheng's face, fingers sinking into his hair so that when they kiss Xichen can keep him right there, devouring him with the kind of lust that makes him shudder. ]
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Yes, we have oil to help, otherwise it hurts.
[ He does not own his brother's furious impatience, nor in his wildest dreams would he expect Jiang Cheng to prefer such a thing like Wangji's own husband. Xichen is going to make this as painless as possible. ]
You feel so good, a-Cheng ... even like this. So pretty.
[ One of his hands sacrifices its grip on that backside to cup Jiang Cheng's face, fingers sinking into his hair so that when they kiss Xichen can keep him right there, devouring him with the kind of lust that makes him shudder. ]