He gasps when he hears just half of his name roll off of Lan Xichen's lips.
His pupils are blown and his lips are bitten red from holding in moans. His
cheeks are flushed and his resolve is delicate. There's a large part of him
that wants to shout NO and beg for him to stay, take him, taste him.
He licks his lips.
His feet move without him and Jiang Cheng is halfway across the room,
striding toward Lan Xichen before he realizes what is happening.
"Zewu Jun," he gasps, "...Lan Xichen," he growls out, lust dripping in his
voice. "Please."
He doesn't know what he's pleading for; Xichen's mouth, his hand,
his--Jiang Cheng gasps again and tries to stop himself from finishing that
line of thought.
no subject
He gasps when he hears just half of his name roll off of Lan Xichen's lips. His pupils are blown and his lips are bitten red from holding in moans. His cheeks are flushed and his resolve is delicate. There's a large part of him that wants to shout NO and beg for him to stay, take him, taste him. He licks his lips.
His feet move without him and Jiang Cheng is halfway across the room, striding toward Lan Xichen before he realizes what is happening.
"Zewu Jun," he gasps, "...Lan Xichen," he growls out, lust dripping in his voice. "Please."
He doesn't know what he's pleading for; Xichen's mouth, his hand, his--Jiang Cheng gasps again and tries to stop himself from finishing that line of thought.