illicitly | Open RP Post

Oh, he's nice. Very nice. That upper body, the way those jeans hug his ass and thighs. Huaisang's a weak man, especially when presented with such delectable physical perfection. He can't help but lick his lips as he sneakily aims his camera toward the young man, pretending to be fiddling with the adjustments again, then presses the button.

Flash.

Sorry, young man, but Huaisang just couldn't help but steal one more for himself.

"Oh, sorry, I accidentally hit the button and it went off..."

Liar.

The flash has him turning to look at the other man, one eyebrow rising slowly. Because unlike his brother, he's not an idiot who can't see what's right in front of him and his gaze drifts over the photographer for a moment.

He's pretty, Wanyin will admit that easily enough, pulling on a shirt that does little to hide anything before he moves towards Huaisang, footsteps deliberate as he crosses the floor.

"...Accidentally." He echoes the word quietly as he stops directly in front of the photographer.

Huaisang's face turns even pinker and he looks down at the camera in his hand, flustered and tonguetied. He's always been on the timid side, despite doing his best to try and overcome that. That he's been out of dating for a really long time due to his brother's health issues doesn't really help matters. He swallows hard before replying with a slight stutter.

"Y-Yes...? Unless it wasn't? I don't know. I don't really know..."

Please excuse him while he pathetically withers and dies on the spot, Super Hot Guy.

"You don't know." He repeats quiet, his hand rising to catch Huaisang's chin and tilt his head to look directly into his eyes.

"How do you not know? It was either accidental or deliberate, Nie Huaisang. So tell me which it is. Because you can't not know. " And maybe he's even more curious after everything he's heard from his sister.

Who had been talking about the photographer and introducing them for a while now.

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Of course, his friend hadn't prepared Huaisang for how attractive his brother is. Why would he? Wei Wuxian barely knows what's going on in his own love life much less anyone else's. And all the photos Yanli had showed him had been at family gatherings and hadn't really done her brother justice either.

His heart starts to beat fast when Jiang Cheng grabs his chin and forces him to make eye contact. It's hard not to let shyness overtake him and look away. Instead, he finds himself staring at the other man's lips, unconsciously licking his own again as he so often does when he's nervous.

"...It wasn't an accident, Jiang-xiong," he whispers, his blush deepening. "You were just... such a good s-subject. I couldn't resist t-taking another shot. I'll d-delete it if you want."

Huaisang wetting his lips like that is doing things to him, Wanyin can't quite resist the urge to lean down and press his lips against Huaisang's even if it's brief, his eyes never leaving the photographer's face when he pulls back.

"Was it my sister's idea that you keep me after everyone else left?" Because honestly that sounds like something she'd do.

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It takes him a few moments to reply, his brain still caught on that sudden kiss, which he'd barely had time to respond in kind to before Jiang Cheng pulled away. He doesn't mind, though. Of course, he doesn't mind but it still takes him by surprise. But it does get him to relax a bit. Surely, if the other man kissed him, that means the attraction isn't one-sided, right? So often with his prospects, it winds up being one-sided.

"...Ah, yes, it was. She said that she thought I'd like photographing you and she was right."

"In case you haven't picked up on it, she does like to play matchmaker." Wanyin shrugs a shoulder slightly.

"And more effectively than Wei Wuxian can, at least. He didn't even realize he was in love until she sat him down and told him it wasn't friendly interest he had in Lan Wangji."

A faint, fond smile surfaces when he mentions Yanli. He's not going to complain about her helping him meet. He's so bad at picking potential partners on his own that he'll take all the help from her that he can get. Huasang actually laughs and shakes his head at Jiang Cheng's story about his brother.

"That sounds like him. He doesn't really notice things like that, even if they're said to him directly."

Not that Huaisang was ever particularly direct expressing himself when he'd one had interest in Wei Wuxian himself. And his crush had faded quickly enough as they usually did once it became clear to him that the person was out of his league, anyway.

"If you want more pictures, just ask. Don't just take them 'accidentally." After a moment before he exhales a breath.

"..So do you want to humor my sister and sit and talk for a while?"

'Humor', huh? Huaisang studies him a long moment. Judging from that smile and how he phrased things, it doesn't really seem like words are all that necessary. At least, right now. They're both consenting adults and clearly, they're attracted to each other.

And maybe Huaisang had already made up his mind that he was hooking up with Yanli's brother the first chance he got the moment he laid eyes on him walking through that door in those jeans.

"...My apartment isn't far from here if you want to come over for a while, Jiang-xiong. I live alone."

"Call me Wanyin." He offers after a second before moving to collect his bag.

"If you don't have that much to carry, you can ride on my bike."

"Okay, Wanyin," Huaisang purrs, smiling. "There's not much here I can't just leave here and pick up in the morning. I'm the first to arrive and the last to leave here at the studio, usually."

Though most people who knew him as a slacker in school would never believe Nie Huaisang could have that strong of a work ethic when it suited him. But there's a difference when he's doing work that he's passionate about and genuinely loves. He's taking his camera, though, so he puts it carefully in its bag and slings its strap over his head to rest over his shoulder so he won't lose it in transit.

Then he hooks his fingers in Wanyin's belt loops to pull him a little closer, standing on his tiptoes to kiss him fully on the lips. The one a short while ago had been brief so this one lingers a bit before he pulls away.

"So where's your bike?"

The kiss does surprise him a little but he goes into it easily, pulls Huaisang closer to him, arm wrapping around him as he deepens it, chases it for another before he finally pulls back, his eyes lingering on Huaisang's face.

"Outside." He leads the way to his bike, settling on it and giving Huaisang a chance to get comfortable behind him, passing him a helmet.

Huaisang puts on the helmet and sits down on the bike behind Wanyin, slipping his arms around him, holding onto him securely but hopefully not too tight. His nervous laugh is a bit muffled by the helmet.

"I've never ridden on a motorcycle before. Go easy on me, okay?"

He quickly gives directions to his place, an apartment building about six blocks away.

"Just hold on and lean when I do." It should be an easy ride though, Jiang Cheng navigating traffic easily and pulling into the lot to park his bike before he steps off, putting the helmets away in his saddlebags.

"Lead the way."

The ride wasn't too bad, even if Huaisang's grip had reflexively tightened a little when passing a particularly loud vehicle. He's still a little relieved off the bike, though. It's going to take him a few rides to get used to it, he thinks.

Once they're at the apartment building, Huaisang leads them down the hall to the elevator.

"My apartment's on the fifth floor," he explains. "And at the end of the hall."

"I live at home." He shrugs a shoulder, moving into the elevator before taking his place on one side, back to the wall.

"When I'm there, anyway."

"Work must keep you pretty busy," Huaisang comments, moving to the back and holding onto the built in railing lining the inside of the elevator. "A-Li said that you were a cop?"

He thinks he's remembering that right.

After a few seconds, the elevator doors close then it's a short trip up to the fifth floor. Once it stops, Huaisang will get off and start leading him down the hall.

"I am, yes. Pretty new to it, actually, so I'm still learning my way around." He follows Huaisang to the apartment when they reach the fifth floor and then steps inside behind him, closing the door.

"Have you been living here long?"

The apartment decor is quite tasteful and elegant which an assortment of porcelain figurines and knickknacks arranged on shelves. The furniture's unusually fancy, expensive looking antiques, a little jarring considering how humble this apartment builting is on the outside. The sofa is arranged with some finely embroidered throw pillows as is a rug on the floor. An assortment of classic watercolor paintings depicting different nature scenes and animals are arrange symmetrically across the walls.

Upon looking closer, one will see that they all bear the same signature: Nie Huaisang.

At his question, Huaisang nods with a smile.

"It's been about six months since I moved into this place from home. Family tensions, you know? I needed my own space."

It's not that big of an apartment but it's his own place and he likes that.

"Would you like something to drink? I have coffee and tea. Or it if you want something a little harder - red wine."

He studies the apartment, moving around to look at the knickknacks and paintings before turning to look at Huaisang when he spoke.

"You don't need to put yourself out. Water would be fine." As his footsteps cross the room, coming to stand in front of him.

"So is photography or painting your hobby?"

"Both are. I also write. Poetry, mostly. And I collect antiques."

All kind of odd hobbies for someone as young as him, maybe, in this day and age, but Huaisang is who he is and doesn't change. He heads into the kitchen to fetch a couple of bottles of purified water from the fridge and hands one of them over.

"What about you, Wanyin? Do you have any hobbies?"

He walks over to the sofa with the throw pillows and sits down, patting the spot beside him.

"Does not killing my..." He trails off, clears his throat, gaze drifting to the knickknacks again.

"And that is why I'm not allowed to be around people unsupervised. I don't always have the best filter. But I do practice martial arts, I guess. Sometimes I play games when I have time."

"Oh? What kind of games? Sometimes I play chess."

Huaisang glances briefly toward a rather expensive looking custom chess set laid out on the coffee table, its pieces intricately carved to resembling historical Chinese immortals and heroes. It's been quite some time since he played a match against someone. He really should change that soon, he thinks, so his skills and intellect remain sharp.

"And it's impressive that you do martial arts. I've never had any talent in it despite my brother's best efforts to teach me."

He laughs a bit as he opens his water and takes a sip.

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