[ There's laughter here at that as Wei Wuxian wanders the room, bare as can be. He goes to the table where a pitcher of drinking water is left for them, pouring two cups full and picking one up to bring it over to Jiang Cheng first, before the robe. ]
It's true! No one did, after all. I've gone all this time and had no idea my shidi had a pussy. Not a clue!
[ And then he's holding out the cup of water for Jiang Cheng to take. Hopefully he takes it instead of knocking it out of his hands but once it's gone, he'll move back to the table to drink the water he poured for himself for a moment. He drinks about two cups of the stuff before he finally, finally moves to the closet to grab one of Jiang Cheng's softer at home inner robes rather than the stiff sect leader robes he was wearing earlier. He'll bring it back over to Jiang Cheng, offering the robe in exchange for the cup.
Once he gets the cup back, he'll go to get Jiang Cheng more water as well. He's sure he must be as dehydrated as Wei Wuxian feels, considering how much he came. He'll come back over with the full cup as soon as he's done refilling it. ]
[ Back to his normal senses now, the coarseness of the language has Jiang Cheng grabbing one of the pillows and throwing it at his brother's head, glaring at him. Despite the haze of pleasure still running through his body, he's embarrassed and shy about being so well taken care of, the come still leaking down his leg and his fingers feeling sticky.
Taking the robe, he wraps himself in it, tying it off before he accepts the water with a sigh, closing his eyes and tilting his head. He feels good, of course he does, content and warm under the weight of his brother's warmth and tenderness, and when he turns his head to look over at Wei Wuxian again he stops himself from giving in to his irritation. ]
[ He absolutely ducked at the pillow, letting it go sailing past his head and crashing onto the floor nearby. It makes him laugh, going to grab the pillow before he returns to the bed, dropping it down again because he knows Jiang Cheng will need it later. It's then that Jiang Cheng opens his arms, pouting and asking Wei Wuxian to come closer. That gets a genuine smile out of him, happy to take care of his little brother.
So, he drops back down to the bed to sit on the edge and leans in to hug him, pulling him into his arms and nuzzling his face against the side of his head. He kisses his forehead, then his cheek, smiling against his skin and holding him tight. One hand cradles the back of his head while the other rubs up and down his spine, soothing. ]
[ Soft and fuzzy from his orgasm, Jiang Cheng leans in to Wei Wuxian and lets himself be held, lets himself be embraced, still soft from the bliss of orgasm and being wanted. There's bitterness inside of him for the choices that his brother made, but they're being eased from the sweetness of this - this perfect, wonderful intimacy.
Eyes dark, he gazes up at his brother before he sighs. ]
Shut up.
[ It's the best he can give in return, cheeks flushed from embarrassment - but there's no denying it. He loves him too, and he won't be able to hide it, ever. ]
[ 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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It's true! No one did, after all. I've gone all this time and had no idea my shidi had a pussy. Not a clue!
[ And then he's holding out the cup of water for Jiang Cheng to take. Hopefully he takes it instead of knocking it out of his hands but once it's gone, he'll move back to the table to drink the water he poured for himself for a moment. He drinks about two cups of the stuff before he finally, finally moves to the closet to grab one of Jiang Cheng's softer at home inner robes rather than the stiff sect leader robes he was wearing earlier. He'll bring it back over to Jiang Cheng, offering the robe in exchange for the cup.
Once he gets the cup back, he'll go to get Jiang Cheng more water as well. He's sure he must be as dehydrated as Wei Wuxian feels, considering how much he came. He'll come back over with the full cup as soon as he's done refilling it. ]
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[ Back to his normal senses now, the coarseness of the language has Jiang Cheng grabbing one of the pillows and throwing it at his brother's head, glaring at him. Despite the haze of pleasure still running through his body, he's embarrassed and shy about being so well taken care of, the come still leaking down his leg and his fingers feeling sticky.
Taking the robe, he wraps himself in it, tying it off before he accepts the water with a sigh, closing his eyes and tilting his head. He feels good, of course he does, content and warm under the weight of his brother's warmth and tenderness, and when he turns his head to look over at Wei Wuxian again he stops himself from giving in to his irritation. ]
Come here.
[ He opens his arms, pouting just a little. ]
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So, he drops back down to the bed to sit on the edge and leans in to hug him, pulling him into his arms and nuzzling his face against the side of his head. He kisses his forehead, then his cheek, smiling against his skin and holding him tight. One hand cradles the back of his head while the other rubs up and down his spine, soothing. ]
I love you, A-Cheng.
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Eyes dark, he gazes up at his brother before he sighs. ]
Shut up.
[ It's the best he can give in return, cheeks flushed from embarrassment - but there's no denying it. He loves him too, and he won't be able to hide it, ever. ]
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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. ]