[ Jiang Cheng's hand rises, sinking the fingers into his brother's hair and gripping, holding onto it as if to anchor himself, and he feels completely torn apart. The sensation of being filled, of being given what he had wanted but not been able to ask for, is perfect, and he groans softly as he leans back and lets himself bask. He doesn't want Wei Wuxian to pull out, doesn't want him to slip his cock away, wants to keep it inside for as long as he can.
There had been whispers, and promises, and something more, little hisses of things that he wanted, and he squeezes his eyes shut. The promise of being filled, of being given everything he needed, the promise of pregnancy, the promise of a child, an heir, something all of his own, and he shivers as he opens his eyes and blinks up at his brother. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ The kisses are soft, sweet, and against his better judgement he leans in to give the kisses, time and time again, nuzzling into him and letting his lips curl into a just-there smile as he basks in the bliss of orgasm. ]
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There had been whispers, and promises, and something more, little hisses of things that he wanted, and he squeezes his eyes shut. The promise of being filled, of being given everything he needed, the promise of pregnancy, the promise of a child, an heir, something all of his own, and he shivers as he opens his eyes and blinks up at his brother. ]
Wei Wuxian...
[ The kisses are soft, sweet, and against his better judgement he leans in to give the kisses, time and time again, nuzzling into him and letting his lips curl into a just-there smile as he basks in the bliss of orgasm. ]