[ The boldness in that statement sends Jiang Cheng's face aflame and he inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut but a moment at that surprisingly intimate press of forehead considering all else that they are engaged in. Then he pulls back, drawing in a slower, fortifying breath as he nods. He gives another swallow against a dry throat, then works a second finger in alongside the first. His lack of experience is clear, but he makes up for it in focus and determination. He kneads Jin Zixuan open, taking time and care, but does not repeat the mistake of treating him too delicately or allowing apprehension to take hold.
Who knew that Zixuan himself could be the emboldening presence Jiang Cheng needs not to question himself, to stop second-guessing and fear that he's not enough, never enough?
A smile lighting upon his lips more playful than nervous at long last, he presses his fingers in to the base, then trails Zidian's crackling energy over one creamy expanse of thigh, ghosting over Zixuan's arousal without quite touching. ]
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Who knew that Zixuan himself could be the emboldening presence Jiang Cheng needs not to question himself, to stop second-guessing and fear that he's not enough, never enough?
A smile lighting upon his lips more playful than nervous at long last, he presses his fingers in to the base, then trails Zidian's crackling energy over one creamy expanse of thigh, ghosting over Zixuan's arousal without quite touching. ]
...enough?