[ Jiang Cheng wants to hide, of course he does, wants to cull the candles and leave the room in flickering embers of darkness, wants to hide his body from even his brother’s eyes. He knows that Wei Wuxian has seen his scars. He knows that he must know them intimately from the core transfer, from caring for him during his coma, from all the times when he couldn’t care for himself. It doesn’t make it easier for the Jiang Cheng of now, who already feels so vulnerable.
It only gets more difficult when a mouth presses over them, the strange disconnect hitting him. It’s not that he can’t feel the kisses, but it’s as if he’s wearing his robes still, the skin so broken the sensation is different. He blinks back his emotion and tries to focus on his rage and his uncertainty instead, to use it as the shield he’s ell familiar with. Even that, he thinks, Wei Wuxian would be able to see through, as he’s always done.
That was his right. ]
No one would hear! Don’t!
[ Soft words placate him a little, and he slips out of Wei Wuxian’s embrace to go toward his bed, to hover there awkwardly, uncertain. How is he wanted? How will he be taken?
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It only gets more difficult when a mouth presses over them, the strange disconnect hitting him. It’s not that he can’t feel the kisses, but it’s as if he’s wearing his robes still, the skin so broken the sensation is different. He blinks back his emotion and tries to focus on his rage and his uncertainty instead, to use it as the shield he’s ell familiar with. Even that, he thinks, Wei Wuxian would be able to see through, as he’s always done.
That was his right. ]
No one would hear! Don’t!
[ Soft words placate him a little, and he slips out of Wei Wuxian’s embrace to go toward his bed, to hover there awkwardly, uncertain. How is he wanted? How will he be taken?
He doesn’t know what to do. ]
Hurry up, before I change my mind.