( jing yuan asks softly, tilting his head at him. he understands, roughly, why yingxing had asked for it now, but in that moment, that demand stung. he looks down at his face, cupping his face with a soft smile.
his touch is welcome, and those calloused hands thrill him. ah, how long has it been since yingxing had been so tender, when his touch isn't bruising? the kiss makes his toes curl, and he chases after him, wanting another kiss. )
Although... this just makes me want to marry you again.
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( jing yuan asks softly, tilting his head at him. he understands, roughly, why yingxing had asked for it now, but in that moment, that demand stung. he looks down at his face, cupping his face with a soft smile.
his touch is welcome, and those calloused hands thrill him. ah, how long has it been since yingxing had been so tender, when his touch isn't bruising? the kiss makes his toes curl, and he chases after him, wanting another kiss. )
Although... this just makes me want to marry you again.