[ There is something about letting Wei Wuxian take charge that makes things easier for Jiang Cheng, who feels an edge of sharp panic as he lays back and lets himself be spread out, bare and unprepared for what's about to come. He's unpractised, unrehearsed in this; at least with the kissing he'd had someone to press their mouth to his before, and he had some idea of what to expect. This is completely different.
There is no comparison he can make.
Slowly, he lies back, slowly, he opens his legs, and slowly he awaits his brother's touch. He feels the intensity of it, the way that gaze moves over his body, roams over him, seeking out those secret places he had kept from the entire world, until there are arms moving him and shoving his legs and all he can do is yelp, the sound coming out of him before he can swallow it back.
It feels so immediately different from the touch of fingers that he doesn't know how to respond, his eyes widening before they close tight, as if hiding his own sight would make it easier for him to handle the onslaught of pleasure that attacks him. Of course, Wei Wuxian would be good at this as well - is there anything he has done that he has not found himself most proficient?
It would piss him off more if he wasn't reaping the benefits this time.
His body reacts immediately, flickering back to life despite his orgasm on the docks, wetting his brother's tongue as his hands grip at the sheets and pull in lieu of pulling hair. He groans, a low noise in his throat, and he tries to figure out how he is meant to deal with this when it feels too good, but at the same time feels unbearably empty. ]
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There is no comparison he can make.
Slowly, he lies back, slowly, he opens his legs, and slowly he awaits his brother's touch. He feels the intensity of it, the way that gaze moves over his body, roams over him, seeking out those secret places he had kept from the entire world, until there are arms moving him and shoving his legs and all he can do is yelp, the sound coming out of him before he can swallow it back.
It feels so immediately different from the touch of fingers that he doesn't know how to respond, his eyes widening before they close tight, as if hiding his own sight would make it easier for him to handle the onslaught of pleasure that attacks him. Of course, Wei Wuxian would be good at this as well - is there anything he has done that he has not found himself most proficient?
It would piss him off more if he wasn't reaping the benefits this time.
His body reacts immediately, flickering back to life despite his orgasm on the docks, wetting his brother's tongue as his hands grip at the sheets and pull in lieu of pulling hair. He groans, a low noise in his throat, and he tries to figure out how he is meant to deal with this when it feels too good, but at the same time feels unbearably empty. ]