[ The fresh surge of pleasure and relief he feels at a mouth being pressed over his own is undeniable, and Jiang Cheng pushes up into the kiss without hesitation, without any kind of pause. He much prefers this, the idea of any embarrassing noises he makes being smothered by a mouth against his own, by hands gripping at him, and it means he can focus instead on the way it feels to be completely and utterly fucked by his brother.
This is where Wei Wuxian had always belonged. At his side, with him, beside him, in his bed and out of his, his second, his most beloved and perfect brother. Even his anger and jealousy at never matching up to him might resolve if he'd at least had Wei Wuxian at his side for all these years - but now they're back together, now they're never going to be apart, and it thrills him.
Careful, one arm wraps around him, both his legs squeezing tight, and he sighs against Wei Wuxian's mouth as he begins to try and rock his hips back to roll with him, to meet his pace and offer him his own in return.
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This is where Wei Wuxian had always belonged. At his side, with him, beside him, in his bed and out of his, his second, his most beloved and perfect brother. Even his anger and jealousy at never matching up to him might resolve if he'd at least had Wei Wuxian at his side for all these years - but now they're back together, now they're never going to be apart, and it thrills him.
Careful, one arm wraps around him, both his legs squeezing tight, and he sighs against Wei Wuxian's mouth as he begins to try and rock his hips back to roll with him, to meet his pace and offer him his own in return.
He will not be second in this. ]