[ It feels like he’s panting, something like the dogs that are banned from his home and have been for so many years, trying to catch his breath and falling each and every time. He shifts to try and adjust his robes, to try and look a little less well fucked, but it’s not as if it matters. No servant is going to come to the dock and the door that leads back to his private rooms is nearby. They’re safe, and no one will see them.
He’s about to make the suggestion when he sees Wei Wuxian cleaning his fingers off with his own mouth, his tongue, and it makes him stop, as if frozen. He can’t drag his eyes away, and after what feels like an endless pause he’s tilting up, leaning in to press their mouths together and chase the taste of himself, almost suckling on his brother’s tongue before he shifts and moves away.
One of them has to maintain sense. It’s usually him. ]
My rooms. Let’s go.
[ He takes his brother’s hand and tugs, leading him back through the adjoining door and across, opening the screen door to his bed space and sliding it shut. He’s immediately moving then, stripping off his layers of finery, putting purple silk aside and kicking off boots until he’s left in nothing but his inner robe - no undergarments or trousers beyond, almost laid bare.
It’s the fear of his scarring that stops him going further, and he tries to distract by lifting his hands to start to tug away his brother’s robes too. ]
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He’s about to make the suggestion when he sees Wei Wuxian cleaning his fingers off with his own mouth, his tongue, and it makes him stop, as if frozen. He can’t drag his eyes away, and after what feels like an endless pause he’s tilting up, leaning in to press their mouths together and chase the taste of himself, almost suckling on his brother’s tongue before he shifts and moves away.
One of them has to maintain sense. It’s usually him. ]
My rooms. Let’s go.
[ He takes his brother’s hand and tugs, leading him back through the adjoining door and across, opening the screen door to his bed space and sliding it shut. He’s immediately moving then, stripping off his layers of finery, putting purple silk aside and kicking off boots until he’s left in nothing but his inner robe - no undergarments or trousers beyond, almost laid bare.
It’s the fear of his scarring that stops him going further, and he tries to distract by lifting his hands to start to tug away his brother’s robes too. ]