He doesn't get a chance to respond before Xichen is on him again, kissing
him and Jiang Cheng makes a pleased sound, letting go of his hand to pull
Xichen impossibly closer and knocking both of them out of his seat and onto
the floor. Jiang Cheng pulls Xichen over him, not caring,.
Yes. He mouths his affirmation against Xichen's lips and puts his
arms around the man's waist. Marriage would simply be a formality. They've
bonded, they potentially will have children just from this heat alone.
Lan Xichen laughs in delight as Wanyin knocks them to the ground and pulls him on top of him. The last time he had laughed like this was - when he was very young, probably, still able to get away with some lack of restraint where others could see, or possibly one of the handful of times he'd had alcohol without burning away its effects.
He can't ever remember being this happy.
Yes, Waynin repeats, and Lan Xichen kisses the corner of his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his ear, the line of his jaw.
Then he props himself up on one arm, just looking down at Wanyin with an impossibly fond smile.
The words are stuck in his throat and a brief look of distress passes over
Jiang Cheng's face. It's still difficult to speak the words. He kisses
Xichen instead, convoying what his voice cannot and could not say: I
love you.
When the kiss ends, he touches foreheads with him before pulling away, the
heat's finally ending, much to his relief. They should head back, they
should tell Jin Ling, they should...But he's distracted when he goes in for
another kiss from Xichen, reaching up to cup the back of his neck.
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He doesn't get a chance to respond before Xichen is on him again, kissing him and Jiang Cheng makes a pleased sound, letting go of his hand to pull Xichen impossibly closer and knocking both of them out of his seat and onto the floor. Jiang Cheng pulls Xichen over him, not caring,.
Yes. He mouths his affirmation against Xichen's lips and puts his arms around the man's waist. Marriage would simply be a formality. They've bonded, they potentially will have children just from this heat alone.
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He can't ever remember being this happy.
Yes, Waynin repeats, and Lan Xichen kisses the corner of his mouth, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his ear, the line of his jaw.
Then he props himself up on one arm, just looking down at Wanyin with an impossibly fond smile.
"I love you."
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"I--"
The words are stuck in his throat and a brief look of distress passes over Jiang Cheng's face. It's still difficult to speak the words. He kisses Xichen instead, convoying what his voice cannot and could not say: I love you.
When the kiss ends, he touches foreheads with him before pulling away, the heat's finally ending, much to his relief. They should head back, they should tell Jin Ling, they should...But he's distracted when he goes in for another kiss from Xichen, reaching up to cup the back of his neck.