[ It feels like a painfully monumental moment, and Jiang Cheng watches as the ribbon is wrapped around his wrist. His fingers flex a little and he breathes out, thinking about how intense it feels to look at the headband as Xichen wears it, when they’re together in a room with other people.
He shifts, lifting his chest to try and help tug his arms out of the robes, to give his lover freedom to touch. ]
I’ll keep it safe.
[ It feels like a heavy promise, but he’s willing to make it. He sighs softly, leaning back and stretching his arms. ]
no subject
He shifts, lifting his chest to try and help tug his arms out of the robes, to give his lover freedom to touch. ]
I’ll keep it safe.
[ It feels like a heavy promise, but he’s willing to make it. He sighs softly, leaning back and stretching his arms. ]
Will you touch me?