( 'is that what you want me to do?' the question, so breathless and eager, has a pleased smile tugging ever-so-slightly at the corners of xingchen's lips - though it only lasts as long as the question which follows. one which illuminates quite vividly that somewhere along the line, xingchen has missed the mark. perhaps he hadn't played the part quite well enough. perhaps he had misread from the start and jiang wanyin calling him daozhang had not, in fact, been indicative of any sort of untoward thoughts about daozhangs after all. regardless, he had taken up playing that role thinking it would appeal to his new husband, and the fact that wanyin seems to be taking it all as some sort of confusing game which he's humoring for xingchen is... honestly somewhat mortifying. doubly so once he considers that he's been entrusted to take the lead in this and with any luck, jiang wanyin is too close to properly notice that mortification flushing faintly red in his cheeks and down along his neck as he shakes his head a little, declining the offer. )
There's no need, ( he says, softer around the edges now and warm with the undercurrent of fondness which wanyin will likely find quite a bit more familiar. and xingchen pauses here, a quiet kiss pressed to jiang wanyin's lips to buy himself this moment to collect himself. to revise his approach to one far less the product of nervous ambition.
then he's shifting, sliding a bit closer to the edge of the bed. the arm unwinds from around wanyin's back, his hand once again sliding under both of the thighs across his lap in order to lift them enough to slip out from beneath them. he doesn't go far, though - his other hand has lingered on the warmth of his husband's skin ever since its wandering was soundly interrupted by his prevailing chagrin, and even still it doesn't withdraw quite all the way, fingertips still lingering just below jiang wanyin's sternum. even pressing slightly, because - ) Lie back on the bed for me. ( the other hand has found wanyin's shoulder, guiding with just enough weight to indicate direction - or more specifically, to indicate that he meant to lie down lengthwise as if lying down to sleep, not simply lie back where he currently sits.
should the guidance be followed, xingchen wastes little time in sliding up onto the bed beside him, the hand on jiang wanyin's shoulder falling away so that he can use that forearm to bear his own weight as he leans in to kiss him again. a proper kiss this time, lingering and unhurried, and the fingers beneath wanyin's robe are once again joined by his palm as it slides appreciatively along the soft heat of his husband's stomach and side and back... then the kiss is broken (briefly, barely) for a murmur of, ) May I? ( which explains itself just a moment later as his hand withdraws to the belt of jiang wanyin's robes. )
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There's no need, ( he says, softer around the edges now and warm with the undercurrent of fondness which wanyin will likely find quite a bit more familiar. and xingchen pauses here, a quiet kiss pressed to jiang wanyin's lips to buy himself this moment to collect himself. to revise his approach to one far less the product of nervous ambition.
then he's shifting, sliding a bit closer to the edge of the bed. the arm unwinds from around wanyin's back, his hand once again sliding under both of the thighs across his lap in order to lift them enough to slip out from beneath them. he doesn't go far, though - his other hand has lingered on the warmth of his husband's skin ever since its wandering was soundly interrupted by his prevailing chagrin, and even still it doesn't withdraw quite all the way, fingertips still lingering just below jiang wanyin's sternum. even pressing slightly, because - ) Lie back on the bed for me. ( the other hand has found wanyin's shoulder, guiding with just enough weight to indicate direction - or more specifically, to indicate that he meant to lie down lengthwise as if lying down to sleep, not simply lie back where he currently sits.
should the guidance be followed, xingchen wastes little time in sliding up onto the bed beside him, the hand on jiang wanyin's shoulder falling away so that he can use that forearm to bear his own weight as he leans in to kiss him again. a proper kiss this time, lingering and unhurried, and the fingers beneath wanyin's robe are once again joined by his palm as it slides appreciatively along the soft heat of his husband's stomach and side and back... then the kiss is broken (briefly, barely) for a murmur of, ) May I? ( which explains itself just a moment later as his hand withdraws to the belt of jiang wanyin's robes. )