[ he emits a few small ows that are neither true nor particularily heartfelt, while jiang cheng twists the grip that he's set upon wei wuxian's wrists. his tone is light, it is playful as one would be as a child. it is sly, with all the knowledge of adulthood and the meaning of purpleing marks upon bare skin. jiang cheng is covered with the marks one makes with the teeth, the lips; the same marks wei wuxian finds on his own skin from time to time, courtesy of their mutual partner's oral fixation. lan wangji has left his mark on wei wuxian's beloved shidi as well, it seems. and recently. ]

I would think that getting fucked within an inch of your life would temper that temper of yours, Jiang Cheng!

[ even in his tenuous position, wei wuxian rises on his tiptoes, thrusting his face closer and closer still to his shidi's. he hovers, invades and utterly drives himself onward, relentlessly. ]

Unless -- oh, did you stop halfway again? That would explain it. You're pent up. On edge! What made you stop this time? Were you nearly discovered? You do know that Lan Zhan wouldn't mind being seen - he has such a possessive streak, it's why he bites you like this. He's so naughty for such a gentleman! Or maybe you became so shy you had to flee him? I did tell him you had a delicate disposition.

[ WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE ]