[ Oh, they are definitely getting a head start on making fools of themselves, Jiang Cheng has no delusions about that at this point. He finds it utterly impossible to be upset about it, too.
The little kisses have him wanting to squirm from the sheer overwhelming fondness and embarrassment and that warm fluffy feeling in his belly. But he remains so very aware of the not-so-soft and fluffy heat spawned by having Xingchen sitting on his lap and...No. Moving would be bad. Moving would be disastrous.
But then Xingchen is shifting and he makes a nervous little squeaky noise, worried he will start wriggling, too, and his arms wrap tightly around him, pressing him against his chest. Which also may have him pressed firmer against his groin. Oh no. This is why you don't do drunk problem-solving. ] No moving! I said no moving! You're supposed to stay very, very still now [ he chokes out, certain that his face must be bright red by now. ]
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The little kisses have him wanting to squirm from the sheer overwhelming fondness and embarrassment and that warm fluffy feeling in his belly. But he remains so very aware of the not-so-soft and fluffy heat spawned by having Xingchen sitting on his lap and...No. Moving would be bad. Moving would be disastrous.
But then Xingchen is shifting and he makes a nervous little squeaky noise, worried he will start wriggling, too, and his arms wrap tightly around him, pressing him against his chest. Which also may have him pressed firmer against his groin. Oh no. This is why you don't do drunk problem-solving. ] No moving! I said no moving! You're supposed to stay very, very still now [ he chokes out, certain that his face must be bright red by now. ]