You heard me, don't be purposefully obtuse right now.
[ shame on you, jiang cheng. don't make him repeat himself.
one of wei wuxian's hands wraps around the back of the other's neck, his fingers in the soft hair at the base of his skull and curled around his spine. he uses his position to keep jiang cheng from going far, from pulling back and potentially escaping. and then, he uses his hold on the other to brace himself, dragging jiang cheng bodily to the side and swap their positions once more. he mounts his shidi's waist again, pressing his shoulders down with his hands as he pushes his weight into him again.
he smarts, where he's been slapped. it stings in a way that brings the color to his throat and his face, the fever-bright light to his eyes. ]
I. Want. To fuck you.
[ he says it again, this time sharply. mouth finding jiang cheng's again, he licks a soft, heated stripe against his bottom lip and curls his weight in, hard, against the other's. when wei wuxian kisses him, it's messy and hungry, years of something left starved and fury-ridden and abandoned in a dark place sparking between them as he glows, bright and blue through his shirt when he touches jiang cheng, kisses him. ]
no subject
[ shame on you, jiang cheng. don't make him repeat himself.
one of wei wuxian's hands wraps around the back of the other's neck, his fingers in the soft hair at the base of his skull and curled around his spine. he uses his position to keep jiang cheng from going far, from pulling back and potentially escaping. and then, he uses his hold on the other to brace himself, dragging jiang cheng bodily to the side and swap their positions once more. he mounts his shidi's waist again, pressing his shoulders down with his hands as he pushes his weight into him again.
he smarts, where he's been slapped. it stings in a way that brings the color to his throat and his face, the fever-bright light to his eyes. ]
I. Want. To fuck you.
[ he says it again, this time sharply. mouth finding jiang cheng's again, he licks a soft, heated stripe against his bottom lip and curls his weight in, hard, against the other's. when wei wuxian kisses him, it's messy and hungry, years of something left starved and fury-ridden and abandoned in a dark place sparking between them as he glows, bright and blue through his shirt when he touches jiang cheng, kisses him. ]
Let me.