He finds it hard to trust that Jin Guangyao is genuinely flustered even when everything in Xichen tells him it's true. He's certainly babbling a lot compared to the careful way he usually speaks, and he looks uncomfortable despite his body reacting ...
Taking control of the whole affair and yet remaining distant might not work, Xichen realises, because he can't indulge either of them when he senses discomfort in a partner. His hands slide to the safety of Jin Guangyao's waist where they pet a few times to reinforce the fact they're nowhere that makes it hard for him to think, and he glances between those soft, alluring lips and anxious eyes to try and get a read on him. There's definite lust there, just not an ability to control it ... and Jin Guangyao isn't a virgin, Xichen has reasoned. Or maybe he is when paired with a man; how would Xichen even know?
The strangest memory of being embraced by Nie Mingjue floats into the back of his mind unbidden, only a year after his ascension to sect leader. Da-ge had been so clear about his attraction and it had been a lively romance for many years whenever they got the chance to spend time together, the burning brand of a mouth roaming down Xichen's neck is still so clear that he shivers and tightens his grip on Jin Guangyao's waist. Da-ge had been so patient and kind ...
And yet, all those youthful trysts between sworn brothers had seemed like nothing compared to what Xichen had later felt for Jin Guangyao.
He leans in to rest his forehead in the curve of a neck, not wanting to think of anything but the present. A soft kiss meets a pulse as he eases the amorous rhythm to more of a slow-burn build, taking his time. Stupidly, perhaps, giving Jin Guangyao the time he needs to think.
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Taking control of the whole affair and yet remaining distant might not work, Xichen realises, because he can't indulge either of them when he senses discomfort in a partner. His hands slide to the safety of Jin Guangyao's waist where they pet a few times to reinforce the fact they're nowhere that makes it hard for him to think, and he glances between those soft, alluring lips and anxious eyes to try and get a read on him. There's definite lust there, just not an ability to control it ... and Jin Guangyao isn't a virgin, Xichen has reasoned. Or maybe he is when paired with a man; how would Xichen even know?
The strangest memory of being embraced by Nie Mingjue floats into the back of his mind unbidden, only a year after his ascension to sect leader. Da-ge had been so clear about his attraction and it had been a lively romance for many years whenever they got the chance to spend time together, the burning brand of a mouth roaming down Xichen's neck is still so clear that he shivers and tightens his grip on Jin Guangyao's waist. Da-ge had been so patient and kind ...
And yet, all those youthful trysts between sworn brothers had seemed like nothing compared to what Xichen had later felt for Jin Guangyao.
He leans in to rest his forehead in the curve of a neck, not wanting to think of anything but the present. A soft kiss meets a pulse as he eases the amorous rhythm to more of a slow-burn build, taking his time. Stupidly, perhaps, giving Jin Guangyao the time he needs to think.
"Breathe."