[ Jiang Cheng let’s himself lean in and kiss Xichen’s forehead as soon as the ribbon is gone, but he’s definitely surprised as he turns around and ends up on his back, and he laughs a little. The ribbon is wrapped around his fingers as he lies back, his other hand wrapping around threads of Xichen’s hair. He’s so beautiful, Jiang Cheng thinks, smiling as he leans back.
Maybe it doesn’t matter if this is just for now. Maybe it’ll be okay. They can have this tenderness, this affection, the lust that flows through him.
Is he allowed to have fun? To enjoy himself? ]
I am yours, a-Huan, even if I have no ribbon to give you.
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Maybe it doesn’t matter if this is just for now. Maybe it’ll be okay. They can have this tenderness, this affection, the lust that flows through him.
Is he allowed to have fun? To enjoy himself? ]
I am yours, a-Huan, even if I have no ribbon to give you.
[ The one in his hand feels warm. ]