[his lungs forget how to work properly when jiang cheng presses that kiss against his knuckles. it's these little things that he does, things that zixuan wasn't expecting. things that remind him that this isn't just something he's doing, but also of who he's doing it with.
he turns his hand over, touching jiang cheng's face with it briefly, clumsily expressing the same kind of affection.
and then he has to breathe when he pushes into him. his hand goes to jiang cheng's shoulder and the other to his hip, fingers curling into his skin. the stretch and sting of it is strange but good, and zixuan wills himself to relax and make it easier on the both of them.
he takes a shaky breath, feeling warmer with jiang cheng's eyes on him. but he wouldn't have them anywhere else. on me. his eyelids grow heavier and there's a smile on his lips before jiang cheng hits a spot that makes them fall open on a moan. one that forms his name. his hips tip up, body shamelessly begging even if jin zixuan would never say the words.
but then, he never imagined that jiang cheng would feel this good either.]
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he turns his hand over, touching jiang cheng's face with it briefly, clumsily expressing the same kind of affection.
and then he has to breathe when he pushes into him. his hand goes to jiang cheng's shoulder and the other to his hip, fingers curling into his skin. the stretch and sting of it is strange but good, and zixuan wills himself to relax and make it easier on the both of them.
he takes a shaky breath, feeling warmer with jiang cheng's eyes on him. but he wouldn't have them anywhere else. on me. his eyelids grow heavier and there's a smile on his lips before jiang cheng hits a spot that makes them fall open on a moan. one that forms his name. his hips tip up, body shamelessly begging even if jin zixuan would never say the words.
but then, he never imagined that jiang cheng would feel this good either.]