[ Even if he is feeling hot and flush, his stomach in knots, even if he feels shaky and a little faint, he'd never admit it. He has too much sect work to do, letters to reply to, reports to check, disciples to train and ensure they're being given everything they deserve as a member of Yunmeng Jiang, and the idea of abandoning that... It doesn't sit well with him at all.
Even if he feels flushed and hot all over, even if there's a strange curl of something like delight at Wei Wuxian's closeness, even as he licks his lips and breathes out, wanting more and more of his cooling, easing touch.
Leaning back, he glances up at his husband with flushed cheeks and a pout on his face. ]
[ Wei Wuxian can't keep the frown from his face when it's clear that Jiang Cheng is going to continue to deny him. But he does have a feeling the other man can't resist him in another way, physically. He wonders if he can use that to his advantage. So, he steps a little closer, lets his natural scent envelop Jiang Cheng from their closeness and lifts his other hand to curl against his cheek, running his thumb over the skin. ]
The sect won't fall apart without you for one day. Just tell the servants you're ill and people will perform their duties and keep things going until you're better.
[ And because he thinks he knows what Jiang Cheng is thinking, he adds — ]
You're not abandoning anyone. You're letting them know you trust them enough to take care of yourself too. Please, Jiang Cheng?
[ 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. ]
[ There is a potent relief in Wei Wuxian as Jiang Cheng finally agrees with him to relax, to let go, to let Wei Wuxian take care of him. He's going to envelop his brother completely in his arms then, a hand against the back of his head to press Jiang Cheng's head to his shoulder so he can hold him tight. Then he turns his head, nuzzling his face into Jiang Cheng's hair and nosing lightly at his temple. He presses a kiss there, impulsively, and sighs quietly as he inhales Jiang Cheng's scent. ]
Good. C'mon, let's go to your room and get you in your nest. You need rest.
[ And more, Wei Wuxian thinks, but he doesn't quite know how to broach that subject with Jiang Cheng just yet. Step by step, he thinks. Just get him to his bedroom first and then figure it out from there. Once they're there, maybe... maybe it'll be easier to cross that last line between them, right? ]
Want me to carry you?
[ Half-teasing, half-sincere. He'd absolutely carry him to his nest if he wanted, keep him tight and secure in his arms as he does so. ]
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[ Even if he is feeling hot and flush, his stomach in knots, even if he feels shaky and a little faint, he'd never admit it. He has too much sect work to do, letters to reply to, reports to check, disciples to train and ensure they're being given everything they deserve as a member of Yunmeng Jiang, and the idea of abandoning that... It doesn't sit well with him at all.
Even if he feels flushed and hot all over, even if there's a strange curl of something like delight at Wei Wuxian's closeness, even as he licks his lips and breathes out, wanting more and more of his cooling, easing touch.
Leaning back, he glances up at his husband with flushed cheeks and a pout on his face. ]
I have things to do. I cannot simply rest.
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The sect won't fall apart without you for one day. Just tell the servants you're ill and people will perform their duties and keep things going until you're better.
[ And because he thinks he knows what Jiang Cheng is thinking, he adds — ]
You're not abandoning anyone. You're letting them know you trust them enough to take care of yourself too. Please, Jiang Cheng?
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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.
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Good. C'mon, let's go to your room and get you in your nest. You need rest.
[ And more, Wei Wuxian thinks, but he doesn't quite know how to broach that subject with Jiang Cheng just yet. Step by step, he thinks. Just get him to his bedroom first and then figure it out from there. Once they're there, maybe... maybe it'll be easier to cross that last line between them, right? ]
Want me to carry you?
[ Half-teasing, half-sincere. He'd absolutely carry him to his nest if he wanted, keep him tight and secure in his arms as he does so. ]