[ The praise makes him feel good, leaves a thrum of pleasure running through him, and Jiang Cheng tries to focus, to tilt his head up. He wants to look at Xichen, wants to drink him in, to focus on him to ignore the prickle of pain, the ache.
Turning his head, he bares his neck, moaning softly. ]
A-Huan, it...
[ It's starting to feel good, just a little more and he might... ]
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[ The praise makes him feel good, leaves a thrum of pleasure running through him, and Jiang Cheng tries to focus, to tilt his head up. He wants to look at Xichen, wants to drink him in, to focus on him to ignore the prickle of pain, the ache.
Turning his head, he bares his neck, moaning softly. ]
A-Huan, it...
[ It's starting to feel good, just a little more and he might... ]