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( no, the squirming is indeed not particularly disciplined of him - but xingchen doesn't expect him to be. he hasn't yet truly even decided if he's to see this mortifying incident through to the end, let alone holding jiang wanyin to the standards thereof... though with how very closely he once again hovers along the periphery of his 'daozhang' demeanor, it's quite understandable that wanyin might hold some confusion on the matter.

and regardless, he's hardly alone in his confusion. xingchen hadn't anticipated quite so much of a struggle to identify precisely what it is that his new husband desires, and yet here he is, finding his footing again for the second or third time thus far in the short couple of minutes since they've begun. and no sooner does he have said footing, along with some degree of confidence that he has found the correct path at last, that jiang wanyin- well, he goes and says that, far too sharp and too loud for the circumstances or the proximity.

the furrow of xingchen's brow is hardly so subtle this time, and he draws in a sharp quiet breath which no doubt sounds bruised and indignant despite his best efforts. he's halfway to sitting upright when the hand wraps around his wrist, stilling him there for the moment as wanyin makes his case. 'let me breathe for you,' as if he hasn't just declared precisely that very thing an overcomplication to his singular goal of their mutual release - a declaration which stole away the potency that such a request would undeniably have otherwise had.

but then - 'it's not fair to make me crave something i didn't even know i want, only to take it away.' for a moment, xingchen says nothing. does nothing, only continues to eye him with what might be mistaken for an aloof sort of scrutiny if not for the subtle burning still lingering in his gaze. then: )

Tell me what you want. ( these are his terms, hushed but leaving little room for negotiation in either wording or tone. then he leans in a little bit further, his other hand joining the first in unhurried appreciation of his husband's bare skin, gliding up along his ribs and chest. xingchen's gaze flickers down when his fingertips ghost over the peak of one nipple, his eyes half-lidded, his pupils half-blown. ) What it is that I've made you to crave.

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[ Under this scrutiny, Jiang Cheng finds himself flushing in mortification as much as in denied desire. Maybe more so, even. He could swear he can feel the judgment in this scrutiny, and it is hard not to cringe away from it. He bites down on his bottom lip as he lets these eyes look their fill and restrains himself from blurting out his next ill-thought line of attack.

This back and forth, the loud, heated demands followed by equally heated outrage and then more outrage at having his outrage heeded... Unfortunately, this is something Jiang Cheng is well aware of, but years away from learning to overcome. ]

I want you to do that again. To command me. [ But this outrage, it can give him bravery, too. Or maybe that is the lust, maybe he is simply too drunk on desire to remember how to be all that much of a coward. So he looks at Xingchen with heated stubbornness in his eyes as he demands his own submission. ] You were telling me what to do. How to... [ The outrage-fuelled courage comes quickly, but it is fickle. His eyes flicker away from Xingchen's before they settle on his lips. ] You could make me breath for you. Make me.... [ His tongue darts out to wet dry lips. ] You could make me do whatever you want for you.

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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. )