[ For a moment, Wei Wuxian does wonder if he's being too pushy, if he should've let Jiang Cheng keep his robe on for his comfort. His impulse was to shove it off, to strip both of them down so he could have his brother as bare as he wanted. But then the cuff comes and he ducks his head slightly, sheepish, before his eyes glance up to meet Jiang Cheng's again. ]

No, no, no. Because then I would've been fucking you on the dock and made you scream so loud that one of the servants would've come and found us. See? This is much better.

[ But then his eyes wander, taking in his brother's body. The whip scars are brutal, awful, and they haven't faded even a little from the day he first saw them. Then there's that other familiar scar, the one left from the Golden Core transfer that he knows is his own work, hidden amongst the mess of already there scars. His mouth pulls into a thin line as he sees this all again and then he sighs, leaning forward until his forehead is pressed against Jiang Cheng's chest.

Quietly, sincerely: ]

I love you, Jiang Cheng. I love you so, so much.

[ And gently, he wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng's waist, dragging him in closer so he can press his lips to the top most of the scars. Pressing kisses across his chest, wherever he can reach while standing like this. When he feels finished, he drags Jiang Cheng into a hug, pressing his face into his shoulder and clenching his arms tight around him. ]

... Let's get to bed, let me make you feel good.