Guangyao had always been a pragmatic man. He’d skirted the edge of propriety to get where he could in his younger years, but avoided scandal wherever he could. Eyes always on a bigger prize, painfully aware of the accusations on peoples’ tongues that were just waiting for an excuse to start wagging.
His first and his only had been Qin Su. He hadn’t touched or been touched since that fateful day and it was overwhelming. It was embarrassing.
He shivers and takes a breath, exhaling slowly, the embarrassed shame welling up in his chest. “I… Thank you,” he whispers, clinging to Xichen and closing his eyes a moment. Breathe.
Things between them will never be as it once was, but the care he’s shown still makes his heart ache. There is still something there between them, shattered and fragile and painful as a bruise. It’s dizzying how much relief the idea brings him.
Guangyao reaches up, sliding his hands against Xichen’s body, taking a breath and shakily exhaling with a soft laugh. “I was overwhelmed. I didn’t—“ He hesitates, embarrassed again, but he’s— he’s trying. He’s trying to be more open and honest, for Xichen’s sake if nothing else. “I didn’t… dislike it. It was nice, to not be able to think, just overwhelming.”
He’s not sure who he’s trying to reassure at this point, talking through the processing of it out loud. “My minds never been empty and quiet before.” His hands wander, his hardness impatiently reminding him of what he was putting off as his hips twitch forward without hm even thinking about it, a soft groan coming from Guangyao’s throat.
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His first and his only had been Qin Su. He hadn’t touched or been touched since that fateful day and it was overwhelming. It was embarrassing.
He shivers and takes a breath, exhaling slowly, the embarrassed shame welling up in his chest. “I… Thank you,” he whispers, clinging to Xichen and closing his eyes a moment. Breathe.
Things between them will never be as it once was, but the care he’s shown still makes his heart ache. There is still something there between them, shattered and fragile and painful as a bruise. It’s dizzying how much relief the idea brings him.
Guangyao reaches up, sliding his hands against Xichen’s body, taking a breath and shakily exhaling with a soft laugh. “I was overwhelmed. I didn’t—“ He hesitates, embarrassed again, but he’s— he’s trying. He’s trying to be more open and honest, for Xichen’s sake if nothing else. “I didn’t… dislike it. It was nice, to not be able to think, just overwhelming.”
He’s not sure who he’s trying to reassure at this point, talking through the processing of it out loud. “My minds never been empty and quiet before.” His hands wander, his hardness impatiently reminding him of what he was putting off as his hips twitch forward without hm even thinking about it, a soft groan coming from Guangyao’s throat.