He leans and nips at his lips, tightening his hold on Xichen's hips.
"I want you to be improper, Huan-ge," he draws out. "As long as you allow
me to do so in kind and leave my own marks on you. To have the opportunity
to have you writhing and in ecstacy as well. Tell me you want such things,
Huan-ge. Mostly, I want you to feel good."
It's shameless, the words that are spilling from his lips. But Jiang Cheng
had been taught to always achieve the impossible. And right now, the
impossible seems to be getting Lan Xichen to accept that he could be
improper and welcome joy in connecting with his body in such a way.
no subject
"I want you. Here. Now."
He leans and nips at his lips, tightening his hold on Xichen's hips.
"I want you to be improper, Huan-ge," he draws out. "As long as you allow me to do so in kind and leave my own marks on you. To have the opportunity to have you writhing and in ecstacy as well. Tell me you want such things, Huan-ge. Mostly, I want you to feel good."
It's shameless, the words that are spilling from his lips. But Jiang Cheng had been taught to always achieve the impossible. And right now, the impossible seems to be getting Lan Xichen to accept that he could be improper and welcome joy in connecting with his body in such a way.