[ His voice is shakier, breathier after Jiang Cheng arches into him. Xichen's lashes flutter with his self-control as he exerts what he can to reach under the pillow for the small jar stashed there. ]
You would be my first with real claws.
[ Reluctantly, he sits back on his knees, trailing the cool jar down the inside of a hot thigh, letting him see it. The voice he uses this time is his Sect Leader tone, brooking no argument. ]
You can always ask me to stop, don't be proud about it if it's too much.
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You would be my first with real claws.
[ Reluctantly, he sits back on his knees, trailing the cool jar down the inside of a hot thigh, letting him see it. The voice he uses this time is his Sect Leader tone, brooking no argument. ]
You can always ask me to stop, don't be proud about it if it's too much.