( though jiang wanyin doesn't quite commit to the pout, it doesn't go unnoticed, but there's little to be done for it now - especially while he is otherwise so very welcoming of all that xingchen has offered since. welcoming and bold indeed, inviting his own undressing so shamelessly that a forbidden sort of thrill tugs the base of his spine. and though wanyin may think this new lingering kiss a necessary diversion along the way, xingchen is more than capable of multitasking, fingers deftly working loose the belt as the kiss only deepens. he has even located the folds of the robe with intent to brush them aside, but then then jiang wanyin breaks the kiss to look up at him like that and call him 'daozhang' once again.
the flicker of xingchen's own brow is subtle, barely perceptible even at this proximity, though he isn't given time to decide what to make of the turnabout before wanyin continues. offers restraint, of his breathing, of the rest of him - and despite the relative ease with which he usually understands this very man, xingchen can't properly discern if this eagerness to please is because wanyin himself is drawn to such imbalance of power or because he thinks that xingchen is and he's trying so very diligently to play along.
all of which means that he can neither accept nor decline out of hand. and thus he'll do neither, at least not just yet. fingers slip once again beneath the fold of his robe (with much more ease, absent of anything tying it shut) to slide up jiang wanyin's stomach, ribs, chest - unhurried and perhaps even faintly proprietary. the fond warmth is absent when he speaks, nor has he taken up the former (somewhat dramatized) 'daozhang' enunciation again quite yet. lips brush his husband's, light as a feather, as he hums a thoughtful: ) For what purpose?
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the flicker of xingchen's own brow is subtle, barely perceptible even at this proximity, though he isn't given time to decide what to make of the turnabout before wanyin continues. offers restraint, of his breathing, of the rest of him - and despite the relative ease with which he usually understands this very man, xingchen can't properly discern if this eagerness to please is because wanyin himself is drawn to such imbalance of power or because he thinks that xingchen is and he's trying so very diligently to play along.
all of which means that he can neither accept nor decline out of hand. and thus he'll do neither, at least not just yet. fingers slip once again beneath the fold of his robe (with much more ease, absent of anything tying it shut) to slide up jiang wanyin's stomach, ribs, chest - unhurried and perhaps even faintly proprietary. the fond warmth is absent when he speaks, nor has he taken up the former (somewhat dramatized) 'daozhang' enunciation again quite yet. lips brush his husband's, light as a feather, as he hums a thoughtful: ) For what purpose?