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[illicitly]

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[inflexibility]

His hands move, cupping Huaisang's face as he looks down at him, his eyes taking in every detail before he's leaning down to kiss him again when Huaisang stops speaking, the kiss demanding this time, more aggressive than he's probably used to.

But they've both changed so much over the years since their first kiss. Jiang Cheng's hands move, fingers undoing the belt, pushing his robe open as he breaks the kiss, dips his head to at Huaisang's collarbone before he sucks a mark there, one of the spots they both favor.

And then he's catching a nipple between his teeth, tongue flicking over slowly, eyes flicking up to watch his face.

[illicitly]

Huaisang welcomes the aggression, moaning into the kiss as he tries to restrain himself from biting back in return. Jiang Cheng won't give up on him and right now, that's fine. He needs him to stay focused on him, to keep him from remembering how all of this has to end someday.

His eyes close, brow furrowing as he concentrates on being kissed, being undressed, being mark, experiencing each and every sensation as if it's the last time it'll ever happen. He reaches down to undo Jiang Cheng's hair, running his fingers through until it's free just the way he likes it.

Huaisang's expression is still tense, still with that constant undercurrent of pain and sorrow that surfaced from within the day his brother had died and his world had come crashing down. But it's slowly starting to relax slightly.

They may changed a lot since their first kiss but the bond between them hasn't. Now that his brother's gone, it's the strongest personal tie he has left.

"Please, A-Cheng, more... I want to stay yours," he murmurs.

[inflexibility]

His hair settles around his face, brushes against skin as his head moves, teeth tugging the nipple before he's moving to the other, breathing Huaisang's name at the hand in his hair. His hand slides down, wraps around Huaisang to begin stroking him, grip firm and pace slow.

And then he's down between his legs, lips wrapping around the head of Huaisang's cock as his hand keeps moving, his tongue just teasing the slit.

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"A-Cheng," he whimpers his name as that hand closes around him and starts moving, crying out softly when Jiang Cheng takes the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Pain and love twist inside him, making him that much more sensitive to his lover's attentions and the sensations that much more intense. His fingers twine in Jiang Cheng's hair in the way that's become habit for him when they've done this over the years, hips arching up to seek more stimulation.

"Please... I need you..."