Only you would say something so vulgar in the same fucking breath. [ the sharp edges of his words do not quite reach, do not even come close to cutting as jiang cheng frowns, his brows wrinkling against the press of the other's fingers and lips.
he had always, always had jiang cheng's best and his worst - as tender as he could be, as weak and vulnerable as he could be jiang cheng is also ruthless, he can be as heartless and miserly with his affections with his shixiong - in a way, it is still with some perception of a child, of some immaturity of a feeling not yet grown, of some part of him that glows green and wild against the press of their bodies as wei wuxian pulls him to himself.
the flush settles on the bridge of his nose, against the curved shell of his ears, and he pulls back a little - he looks scandalised, which is hilarious considering they are in the privacy of their room and there was no one else about the house - jiang cheng pulls himself up a little, shifting his weight so it does not settle so heavily upon the other, but he uses a free hand to smack wei wuxian. ]
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he had always, always had jiang cheng's best and his worst - as tender as he could be, as weak and vulnerable as he could be jiang cheng is also ruthless, he can be as heartless and miserly with his affections with his shixiong - in a way, it is still with some perception of a child, of some immaturity of a feeling not yet grown, of some part of him that glows green and wild against the press of their bodies as wei wuxian pulls him to himself.
the flush settles on the bridge of his nose, against the curved shell of his ears, and he pulls back a little - he looks scandalised, which is hilarious considering they are in the privacy of their room and there was no one else about the house - jiang cheng pulls himself up a little, shifting his weight so it does not settle so heavily upon the other, but he uses a free hand to smack wei wuxian. ]
What the hell are you saying?