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"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.

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"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?"

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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."

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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?"

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"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.

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"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."

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"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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"Siege, Doom, Halo, Mortal Kombat sometimes." He answers absently, gaze settling on Huaisang when he drinks before forcing his eyes away.

"Depends on what Wei Wuxian's in the mood for, really." Although he does play games like Stardew or Animal Crossing with his sister sometimes as well.

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"Oh, I see. I've played with him a few times, too. Mostly first-person shooters. Apparently, I play a good sniper in teams..."

It certainly suits him better than the role of heavy artillery, anyway, and it closer to his idea of fun. When he sees Jiang Cheng look away, it's Huaisang's turn to take his chin in hand and turn his face back to look at him. He smiles gently at the other man.

"It's all right to look, Wanyin. I invited you here for a reason. It's just not very often that I have visitors like this. I tend to keep to myself more these days."

Come to think of it, it might be the reason Yanli decided to play matchmaker for him and Jiang Cheng. Bless her and her desire to help the people around her achieve happiness.

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"They never hold his attention for too long." He nurmurs it before Huaisang catches his chin and then his mouth is dry, gaze on the other man's face before he leans down to kiss him, one arm snaking around his waist.

"I know." He breathes after the kiss breaks.

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Huaisang responds to the kiss with a soft hum, sliding one hand into the other man's hair to cradle the back of his head. He puts his water bottle down then starts pulling off all the throw pillows but one to rest his head on. Huaisang lays back on the sofa, gently guiding Jiang Cheng down to rest on top of him.

It really has been a while since Huaisang's been in a position like this. enough that he feels a little clumsy, awkward, and uncertain about how to go about getting what he wants from this. Huaisang isn't expecting anything or asking for more than a pleasant evening of companionship but he trusts Yanli enough to give her brother a chance with more depending on how this goes.

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He goes willingly, stretching the length of Huaisang's body as he seeks another kiss, his mouth claiming Huaisang's, one hand sliding down his side as he does. Kissing is easy enough to lose himself in, at least, although going past that, isn't exactly something he's done all that much before.

Still, it's worth a try if this works. Worst thing is Huaisang sends him home and it's hardly the first time that's happened.

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Huaisang has some experience, mostly a few hooks up and flings during his first two years of college but nothing he'd call a serious relationship. And he hasn't been with anyone at all since well before graduation, having been more focused on his studies. In the couple of years since, he's been more fixated on taking care of his ailing brother until it got to the point that he just couldn't take it anymore and moved out.

This is nice though, something light and not too heavy. Huaisang kisses him back eagerly, sighing into his mouth. His fingers catch the bottom of Jiang Cheng's shirt, lifting it just enough to slip a hand undernath to press against the small of his back. It doesn't move any further for now though, giving them both time to relax and adjust.

"You can touch me wherever you like," he murmurs in the other man's ear once the kiss reaches a natural break. "You have my permission, Wanyin."

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The words have him pulling back to study Huaisang's face, hands sliding down to the hem of his shirt to tug it up so they can get it off of him before he starts. His hands smooth over Huaisang's skin, fingertips calloused and tracing lightly up his sides as Jiang Cheng dips his head to kiss at his neck.

Huaisang's softer than he'd realized, and it's enough to keep his touch gentle, at least for now, his tongue flicking out to lick over the skin he'd just kissed.

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Huaisang welcomes the gentleness. Given how long it's been since he's been with anyone, it's probably for the best to ease him into physical intimacy again. Even if this is moving pretty fast, they are consenting adults and attracted to one another.

Honestly, that's enough reason to go through with this as far as Huaisang's concerned.

"That feels really nice," he murmurs encouragingly, eyes drifting closed. "I love the way your fingers feel."

He kind of likes how rough the callouses feel on his skin.

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"You're going to be feeling that a lot." Wanyin pulls back slightly, enough to pull Huaisang's shirt up, his eyes trailing down over the photographer's body. Once the shirt is gone, Wanyin dips his head, flicks his tongue over a nipple lightly before he tugs on it with his teeth.

"I don't make a habit of this but..." Something about Huaisang has him wanting.

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"I don't usually do this either," he confesses softly, breath catching at that little tug. "It's... It's been a long time for me."

Yanli had been right, as she usually is, he can't help but think. He and her brother are well-matched, it seems. No wonder she wanted them to meet.

"But this is good," he murmurs, hands moving slowly over Wanyin's back and arms, just enjoying touching someone warm, solid, and real for a change.

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"It's good." He agrees, lifting his head and moving back up to kiss Huaisang, letting his hands wander, move over the photographer's body as they kiss.

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Huaisang kisses back, a pleasant shiver going through him under those straying hands. He plays with Jiang Wanyin's tongue with his own a little, drawing it out a while longer while his fingers trail restlessly up and down his spine. After a bit, once he's more certain where this is leading, he pulls back enough to murmur with a soft smile.

"Would you like to move to my bed? There's more room there. It's more comfortable than the couch."