[ What a relief it is to be around someone who understands him and knows what he means when he speaks, when he acts, when the words tumble out of his mouth in the wrong order with the wrong tone. A-Ling does an admirable job, having grown up with his uncle’s moods and guidance to teach him how to act, but no one has ever had such depth of understanding. No one except his brother and sister, and only one of them has returned to him.
Wei Wuxian keeps kissing him and Jiang Cheng keeps giving them back, tilting his head and letting his brother guide him and show him what to do. His cheeks are flushed a bright red and he feels pathetic, craving this as much as he is, painfully desperate for any and all affection that he might be given, but… Does it matter? They are alone here, and no one will call in Jiang Cheng when he’s out on the docks.
Only this man will see him like this, like a ship unmoored, like his body might melt into the wooden boards below their feet.
Dragged back to reality by the leg pushing between his own, Jiang Cheng chokes out a noise, shivering. It’s too easy to shift his hips a little, to grind against the solid push of knee between his legs, and it feels so… Exciting. Needy. He can feel hot how he is, how went his cunt already is from just kissing, and the shame wells up in him like an overwhelming smack to the head.
What if - Wei Wuxian doesn’t - what if -
but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s tilting his head back and making the neediest little noise he’s ever made in his life. ]
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Wei Wuxian keeps kissing him and Jiang Cheng keeps giving them back, tilting his head and letting his brother guide him and show him what to do. His cheeks are flushed a bright red and he feels pathetic, craving this as much as he is, painfully desperate for any and all affection that he might be given, but… Does it matter? They are alone here, and no one will call in Jiang Cheng when he’s out on the docks.
Only this man will see him like this, like a ship unmoored, like his body might melt into the wooden boards below their feet.
Dragged back to reality by the leg pushing between his own, Jiang Cheng chokes out a noise, shivering. It’s too easy to shift his hips a little, to grind against the solid push of knee between his legs, and it feels so… Exciting. Needy. He can feel hot how he is, how went his cunt already is from just kissing, and the shame wells up in him like an overwhelming smack to the head.
What if - Wei Wuxian doesn’t - what if -
but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s tilting his head back and making the neediest little noise he’s ever made in his life. ]