[ Wei Wuxian doesn't need to hear it. Can feel it, in every action Jiang Cheng takes, in the hold he gets in return, even in the shut up and what lingers behind that tone. It's what has him smiling so widely, so happily, as he lifts his head to kiss Jiang Cheng's forehead, and then his cheek, and then softly against his lips once again.
He doesn't pull away from the kiss either, not right away, enjoying the taste of his brother on his tongue and just. Just wanting to make out with him for a bit as he does this. It feels good, feels right, and he loves, loves, loves his brother. So much. He's so happy he reached out, so happy he came home. ]
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He doesn't pull away from the kiss either, not right away, enjoying the taste of his brother on his tongue and just. Just wanting to make out with him for a bit as he does this. It feels good, feels right, and he loves, loves, loves his brother. So much. He's so happy he reached out, so happy he came home. ]