[ The request has Jiang Cheng wanting to agree almost immediately.
How good would it feel, to have fingers not his own exploring his body, playing with him, learning what he likes best? To have someone else touch his waist, between his legs, to curl that touch inside him and play with him until he’s losing himself to abandon? It would be perfect, he’s sure of it. He doesn’t have any sort of measure of what experience Wei Wuxian might have, not really, but he knows it’ll be good because the way he feels, the way he loves, is too overpowering.
Leaning in, he steals another kiss, biting at his brother’s mouth and wondering if he could leave marks. Scrape his teeth over pale skin, bite down so that the entire world can see where Wei Wuxian belongs and who he belongs to. He is of Yunmeng Jiang, and isn’t it about time he came home for good?
All the same, he reaches out with an unsteady hand, grabbing his brother’s wrist and squeezing it, maybe a little too hard. The flare of panic in him is obvious, even as his hips continue to rock with desire, continue to seek out more of that hot, incredible pleasure.
Voice hoarse, he speaks. ]
I’m not… I don’t…
[ Formed differently. A well kept secret. Did anyone beyond his parents and sister know? Wei Wuxian hadn’t been here when Jiang Cheng had been born. Did Yanli tell him the other of his failures, or did she keep his secret? ]
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How good would it feel, to have fingers not his own exploring his body, playing with him, learning what he likes best? To have someone else touch his waist, between his legs, to curl that touch inside him and play with him until he’s losing himself to abandon? It would be perfect, he’s sure of it. He doesn’t have any sort of measure of what experience Wei Wuxian might have, not really, but he knows it’ll be good because the way he feels, the way he loves, is too overpowering.
Leaning in, he steals another kiss, biting at his brother’s mouth and wondering if he could leave marks. Scrape his teeth over pale skin, bite down so that the entire world can see where Wei Wuxian belongs and who he belongs to. He is of Yunmeng Jiang, and isn’t it about time he came home for good?
All the same, he reaches out with an unsteady hand, grabbing his brother’s wrist and squeezing it, maybe a little too hard. The flare of panic in him is obvious, even as his hips continue to rock with desire, continue to seek out more of that hot, incredible pleasure.
Voice hoarse, he speaks. ]
I’m not… I don’t…
[ Formed differently. A well kept secret. Did anyone beyond his parents and sister know? Wei Wuxian hadn’t been here when Jiang Cheng had been born. Did Yanli tell him the other of his failures, or did she keep his secret? ]