[ his hands are on jiang cheng's face, his fingers finding the stray ends of his hair. it grows in exactly as he has always suspected it to, in whorls and ribbons of deep brown, like the healthiest roots of a long-lived tree. like the life-supporting mud of the riverbanks. wei wuxian rolls a lock of it between his fingers, feeling the soft texture of jiang cheng's hair - teasing it as he looks up at the man who has always, always been his sworn brother. his martial pair. the other half of the twin heroes they had so boldly proclaimed themselves to be in their wilder youth. ]
You grew up so handsome. I always knew you'd gather your wrinkles here. [ touching his finger between jiang cheng's brows, to make his point. ]
Whenever I look at you, my heart aches - it feels so warm, like when we used to gather our bedsheets and wait on the roof for the dawn to break and unthaw our chilled fingers and toes.
[ softly, he tugs on the hair in his fingers. he draws jiang cheng down, down into his space until their bodies are flush again and he can slot his hip between jiang cheng's thighs. he kisses the space between his brows, where his wrinkles are prone to gathering. he kisses jiang cheng, right afterwards, his mouth a coy litle thing - the slip of his lips barely the brush of a petal before he dives, with hunger, surging up hard against his shidi as he licks a playful stripe along his mouth and across his jaw. ]
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[ his hands are on jiang cheng's face, his fingers finding the stray ends of his hair. it grows in exactly as he has always suspected it to, in whorls and ribbons of deep brown, like the healthiest roots of a long-lived tree. like the life-supporting mud of the riverbanks. wei wuxian rolls a lock of it between his fingers, feeling the soft texture of jiang cheng's hair - teasing it as he looks up at the man who has always, always been his sworn brother. his martial pair. the other half of the twin heroes they had so boldly proclaimed themselves to be in their wilder youth. ]
You grew up so handsome. I always knew you'd gather your wrinkles here. [ touching his finger between jiang cheng's brows, to make his point. ]
Whenever I look at you, my heart aches - it feels so warm, like when we used to gather our bedsheets and wait on the roof for the dawn to break and unthaw our chilled fingers and toes.
[ softly, he tugs on the hair in his fingers. he draws jiang cheng down, down into his space until their bodies are flush again and he can slot his hip between jiang cheng's thighs. he kisses the space between his brows, where his wrinkles are prone to gathering. he kisses jiang cheng, right afterwards, his mouth a coy litle thing - the slip of his lips barely the brush of a petal before he dives, with hunger, surging up hard against his shidi as he licks a playful stripe along his mouth and across his jaw. ]
A'Cheng, I want to fuck you.