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[legbreakings]

[ 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.

[daozhangs]

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. )