I could. ( it comes without missing a beat, an audacity fueled by the heady rush of precisely what he has been asked to do - but it comes half-distracted and thoughtful, as though he might just be considering his next steps as his touch glides up to trace along one collarbone, then out to his shoulder under the lapel of his robe. here the light caress takes on a bit more weight, the back of his hand guiding the robe back from his shoulder as the other soon moves to do the same on the opposite side. )
Unless you'd prefer to keep it? ( the murmured words are a brief pocket of quiet warmth amidst whatever else this might have become, his palms just as present and warm against the bare skin of wanyin's shoulders. xingchen knows what has been asked of him, and he will most certainly deliver it shortly. first, he'll be taking this moment to balm whatever has caused his dear husband to chafe, and to think that this must be some sort of battle of wills. perhaps he will be 'making' jiang wanyin do whatever he pleases, but xingchen assured him right from the start that he could be trusted to guide them, and the last thing he wants is to cast wanyin adrift in the tide of uncertainty or unease. )
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Unless you'd prefer to keep it? ( the murmured words are a brief pocket of quiet warmth amidst whatever else this might have become, his palms just as present and warm against the bare skin of wanyin's shoulders. xingchen knows what has been asked of him, and he will most certainly deliver it shortly. first, he'll be taking this moment to balm whatever has caused his dear husband to chafe, and to think that this must be some sort of battle of wills. perhaps he will be 'making' jiang wanyin do whatever he pleases, but xingchen assured him right from the start that he could be trusted to guide them, and the last thing he wants is to cast wanyin adrift in the tide of uncertainty or unease. )