[ feeling the way that jiang cheng lessens against him, the intensity he holds himself with drifting aside for a second, reminds him so much of the way he used to be able to drape himself all over his shidi in their youth - finding him on riverbanks and knee-deep in the shallows, his arms finding his shoulders or his bare ankles finding jiang cheng's. they are bigger now, but he retains that same need to be close, to be in proximity if not directly attached to those he adores.

even if he stops bouncing on him, his hands still find the slender width of jiang cheng's waist. his forearms settle into the angle of his hips and he leans in, on tiptoe, as if flirting with the idea of kissing him in their tiny excuse for a front hall - their shoes neatly tucked alongside one another, adults and young adults alike. ]

Alcohol will give you more of a headache, then. You should let me handle it, and you rest instead.

[ he's teasing, his mouth split into a wide grin full of white teeth and dark eyes. ]

Jiang Cheng, come on~ You move so slow, surely you know how to navigate me by now.

[ his voice doesn't simper, it sizzles as he stoops low, sliding down the length of the other's form to reach for his ankles. coaxing him to lift a foot so that he may remove his shoes for him, so that he may set them aside. it puts him in a position that can only be described as provocative, because no matter what he does - wei wuxian is, in fact, a provocateur. ]