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[daozhangs]

( 'is that what you want me to do?' the question, so breathless and eager, has a pleased smile tugging ever-so-slightly at the corners of xingchen's lips - though it only lasts as long as the question which follows. one which illuminates quite vividly that somewhere along the line, xingchen has missed the mark. perhaps he hadn't played the part quite well enough. perhaps he had misread from the start and jiang wanyin calling him daozhang had not, in fact, been indicative of any sort of untoward thoughts about daozhangs after all. regardless, he had taken up playing that role thinking it would appeal to his new husband, and the fact that wanyin seems to be taking it all as some sort of confusing game which he's humoring for xingchen is... honestly somewhat mortifying. doubly so once he considers that he's been entrusted to take the lead in this and with any luck, jiang wanyin is too close to properly notice that mortification flushing faintly red in his cheeks and down along his neck as he shakes his head a little, declining the offer. )

There's no need, ( he says, softer around the edges now and warm with the undercurrent of fondness which wanyin will likely find quite a bit more familiar. and xingchen pauses here, a quiet kiss pressed to jiang wanyin's lips to buy himself this moment to collect himself. to revise his approach to one far less the product of nervous ambition.

then he's shifting, sliding a bit closer to the edge of the bed. the arm unwinds from around wanyin's back, his hand once again sliding under both of the thighs across his lap in order to lift them enough to slip out from beneath them. he doesn't go far, though - his other hand has lingered on the warmth of his husband's skin ever since its wandering was soundly interrupted by his prevailing chagrin, and even still it doesn't withdraw quite all the way, fingertips still lingering just below jiang wanyin's sternum. even pressing slightly, because - ) Lie back on the bed for me. ( the other hand has found wanyin's shoulder, guiding with just enough weight to indicate direction - or more specifically, to indicate that he meant to lie down lengthwise as if lying down to sleep, not simply lie back where he currently sits.

should the guidance be followed, xingchen wastes little time in sliding up onto the bed beside him, the hand on jiang wanyin's shoulder falling away so that he can use that forearm to bear his own weight as he leans in to kiss him again. a proper kiss this time, lingering and unhurried, and the fingers beneath wanyin's robe are once again joined by his palm as it slides appreciatively along the soft heat of his husband's stomach and side and back... then the kiss is broken (briefly, barely) for a murmur of, ) May I? ( which explains itself just a moment later as his hand withdraws to the belt of jiang wanyin's robes. )

[legbreakings]

[ Oh. It is very soft and very sweet, the gentler voice in which Xingchen speaks to him now, the adoring little kiss to his lips, even the way in which he shifts their position. It is all very sweet and wonderful, except he can feel that Xingchen is suddenly less confident in the path he is taking this, he has softened himself for Jiang Cheng. Has softened this daozhang voice he had used on him just moments ago.

It is confusing, and Jiang Cheng has to fight a hint of a pout, reminding himself that being told to lie on the bed is nothing to pout about.

He does obey, quite willingly so, letting himself be guided just as willingly. He welcomes the kiss, sweet and lingering and leaving him flushed all the way down to his toes.

All of this is so sweet and yet... ] You can take off my belt [ he declares, feeling very bold for it. ] And the rest of my robes, too. [ His fingers tangle in Xingchen's hair, though, and first he pulls him close again for another kiss, even as his body shudders under the gentle touch of fingers caressing bare skin. He just holds on tighter, sinks himself deeper into the kiss. Then he blinks up at him, brows furrowing just a little bit as he fights with his own embarrassment at wanting such a thing, and pointedly adds ] Daozhang. [ Because he likes the gentleness, the softness, but he wasn't done yet, he had just been uncertain. But he can do it, be what Xingchen asked of him there, regain the delicious thrill it had sent through him. ] I can restrain myself. My breathing. And the rest of me, too. [ Well, he can certainly try. ]

[daozhangs]

( 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?

[legbreakings]

[ Oh, it would truly be hard for Jiang Cheng to determine whether he is thrilled by being obedient for Xiao Xingchen mostly because he wants it, or because Xingchen does. He knows it is both, but which one weighs heavier? Does it even matter to determine percentages, when he knows it to be both? There is an altogether separate thrill in doing something he knows pleases Xingchen, in giving him pleasure and being desired in turn, in knowing that his bending, his softness has brought pleasure to his lover - his husband! - and is now earning him praise.

There is so much wrapped up in this not-so-simple feeling of want, in the thrill of going along with a game that makes his heart race faster and his belly clench tight with arousal.

So much, and now he is supposed to find words for it.

The brush of lips against his own earns an agonized whimper-whine as he tries to force his brain back into working, into producing words or anything beyond the need to make Xingchen look at him like this again, talk to him like this again... ]

I... [ He squirms under the fingers teasing over heated skin, squirming to get closer instead of away even as he vaguely realizes that squirming with need is probably not being good and using his studies to control himself. But he wants! He needs. Indignation bubbles up in him and he blurts out, ] Are you giving me homework when all I'm trying to do is get us off? [ Maybe not his smoothest moment, or his best, so he reaches for Xingchen's hand, curls his fingers around his wrist to keep it right there where it is skimming over the soft skin of his belly. ] Let me breathe for you. It's not fair to make me crave something I didn't even know I want only to take it away.

[daozhangs]

( 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.

[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. )