[ It's the touch to his face that seems to be his undoing, and Jiang Cheng can't swallow back the soft little noise he makes at a thumb being brushed over his cheek, or the closeness of his brother turned husband. He wants to keep fighting, wants to keep forcing himself to push through this and keep his wits and his strength about him, but it's hard.
Whatever Wei Wuxian is doing, it is working, and that's more irritating than he can put into words.
Sinking into the other man, the heat flushing through his body and making his head feel tangled and confused, all he can do is nod. It's impossible to resist the urge to rest now, especially when it feels like such a sweet relief to close his eyes. ]
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Whatever Wei Wuxian is doing, it is working, and that's more irritating than he can put into words.
Sinking into the other man, the heat flushing through his body and making his head feel tangled and confused, all he can do is nod. It's impossible to resist the urge to rest now, especially when it feels like such a sweet relief to close his eyes. ]
Fine. Just for a few hours.