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( no, no - he's not expected to think about his words, only about what it is that he wants. that's much easier, isn't it? the poke to xingchen's chest earns a tiny pout-adjacent huff of breath, which unknowingly matches the much greater pout on jiang wanyin's face.

and though he truthfully wants no more of the wine at the moment, 'you should come closer' is most certainly clue enough for xingchen. he stills, considering for a moment the best avenue by which to do so - and then the light grab of sleeve becomes a two-handed grip on the arm instead, so that he might lift it up and duck underneath it.

he settles there against the hollow where wanyin's shoulder meets his chest, releasing the arm to wrap around his shoulders or back however it pleases while his own hand rests on the chest in front of his face. and oh, this was an excellent idea. though the expected layers of robe lie between them, the parts of jiang wanyin beneath his cheek and his hand are unexpectedly soft, having so much more give than the porcelain. feeling so much more human. and-...

whatever else jiang wanyin might say goes unheard, at least for a moment. instead, in the next bit of silence comes a soft: ) Hm? Forgive me, I-... Your heartbeat. It's terribly distracting. ( because it's so close to his ear now, and also because it's something jiang wanyin hasn't possessed for much of their friendship so far. belatedly, he tacks on a murmurred: ) And soothing. ( meditative, almost, but for the fact that he's far too intoxicated to meditate. it isn't quite soothing enough to lull him to sleep just yet, but it certainly has the potential to if he isn't careful. )

[legbreakings]

Oh [ he exhales softly, quiet and flustered, and it would be with reddened cheeks if his face weren't long since red already. It was definitely easier to hide his body's reactions when in his porcelain-encased monster form.

He feels nice leaning against him like this, soft and warm - things which he had always been, and Jiang Cheng can now feel again - and probably so very, very, painfully aware of Jiang Cheng's stuttering heartbeat. Oh. ]

You... [ He clears his throat. ] Yes. Well. This isn't bad. [ So he wraps an arm firmly around him and buries his nose in his hair, while the other still holds on to the wine in at least a pretense of his mind being on drinking rather than on Xingchen. ] This is better than before. [ When he had been laying next to him, which is clearly too far away and should not be allowed. ]