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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[pierless]

You're such a brat . . .

[Ah, but at least that's affectionate grumbling, not secret self-loathing. Not that that's gone away, speaking of issues they'll have to discuss at some point, but at least right now, the way he kisses the top of Huaisang's head is fond.

Mostly.]

A-Sang can show his appreciation better ways.

[Which comes out more suggestive than he'd meant it to; he'd really just meant, like, boiling rice or something. But they're here now, and by some miracle, he doesn't take it back. You know what that is? Growth.]

[fanfavors]

[Don't try to out-brat him, Jiang Cheng. His true calling was being a pain in the ass, all along... The kiss makes him smile, and he shifts to look up at Jiang Cheng with raised eyebrows. Oh? Is this another fake-out smooth line?]

A-Sang can make it worth your while.

[Like, later, when his foot doesn't hurt so bad. Maybe.]

[pierless]

[They're pretty much always fake-out smooth lines, as evidenced by the way his cheeks have gone red, but. At least he's sticking to his guns right now, staring right back down at him.]

In exchange for carrying you all the way back to Qinghe . . .

[Which is a not inconsiderable task.]

I remember what kinds of books you used to read, you know. Don't promise more than you're willing to give.

[Two for two, maybe this flirting thing isn't so hard?? Admittedly, he doesn't look as smooth as he'd like, but he's trying.]

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["used to"

Huaisang shifts again, sliding a hand delicately up the front of Jiang Cheng's robes and tracing a lazy circle over his chest. They are... so overdressed, but it's the thought that counts.]

I told you I wouldn't lie to you, A-Cheng. You believed me, didn't you?

[pierless]

[Oh, that's unfair, he's not allowed to use that right now . . . especially because Jiang Cheng is absolutely incapable of refuting that. Especially when he's being touched like that, good god. His mind's eye follows the path of Huaisang's fingers, already desperate to ensure that contact lingers.

He is . . . very touch starved. They both are, which is why it's distinctly unfair he's been put in this position.

He's still convinced he'll ruin things soon, but passivity has never been his way. Carefully, he pulls Huaisang's hand back, turning it palm-side-up, his grey eyes dark and intent. His fingers slide against the curve of his palm, tracing meaningless patterns against the swells and dips there. Huaisang's fingers are next, slender and so very clever, the pad of his thumb memorizing the way they feel against him. His touch is as light as he can stand, his breathing steady and even.]

I didn't say you were a liar, A-Sang. I said . . .

[His fingers trace lower, pushing up Huaisang's sleeve slowly, exposing pale skin and faint lines. They trail over his pulsepoint, down the line of his arm, mapping out the faint jut of bone and pattern of veins. Until at last he can't push his sleeve up any more, and so he moves his hand instead: stroking the tips of his fingers over the curve of his shoulder, up to his neck. He presses just one finger there, stroking against the curve of his throat, before meeting his gaze once more.]

Don't promise me more than you're willing to give.

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[That is— ah. Jiang Cheng has touched him before, obviously, but there's a heated, frantic scramble to put hands wherever they can reach like the other person might disappear if they aren't fast enough, and then there's this, which is practically reverent. Soft and intimate and Huaisang stays perfectly still, like moving too suddenly could break the spell and ruin the whole moment. Jiang Cheng's hands are bigger than his and his skin rougher, all of his touches firmer from his lifetime wielding a sword even when he's gentle, like this— it burrows down to something deep in Huaisang and pulls. His skin practically aches where Jiang Cheng has touched him, the further he moves in his exploration.

So he has... no complaints, except for the wonderful timing and the swollen mess that his is ankle severely impeding him right now. This man. Unbelievable.

At some point his other hand finds the back of Jiang Cheng's robes and curls fingers into the fabric, grip hard compared to the touch against his neck. Ah—]

You're terrible, A-Cheng... [Well, he can't not tilt his face up to kiss him after all that, soft and lingering. Mm—] For you? Anything.

[pierless]

[Oh, fantastic, it's a thrill all its own just to see Huaisang look up at him right now, eyes all dark and aching. His hand lingers against the curve of his neck, thumb stroking gently.

He could say something else, something blithe or darker, but anything he thinks to say sounds stupid. Instead: he ducks his head down, nosing against the curve of his jaw, before he kisses him once, twice, each one a little more firm than the last. Not hungry, and certainly not demanding right now, but at the same time: he wants him. He wants any bit of him he can have, touching him slowly, memorizing the feeling of his body, where he's soft and where he's sharp, the way he sounds and looks as they both fall apart . . . god.]

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[To think, all he had to do to unlock the (sort of) smooth and (somewhat) confident Jiang Cheng was go out into the wilderness with him. The thought— and the way all of this attention makes his heart pound in his chest— is enough to make Huaisang chuckle against Jiang Cheng's mouth, low and satisfied. He turns his body into the touch, not desperate but welcoming, angling himself to let Jiang Cheng put his hands wherever he wants to.

Because of course Huaisang wants him as well, so much. And he wants to see what Jiang Cheng will do without him, ah, basically teasing him into it; to remember the intensity in his gaze while his hand wanders. It's not entirely so easy to... maintain a level of self control, though, and inevitably Huaisang thinks of how easy it would be to slide into his lap right now, to straddle his thighs and press flush against his chest, and—

And the moment, the very second he starts to move to do just that, he hits his own stupid ankle against his own stupid other leg and pulls back from Jiang Cheng with a surprised yelp. Blueballed by his own injury....]

We have to remove my whole leg. I'm sick of it.

[pierless]

[Of course it comes back to his ankle. Of course it does. He exhales irritably against his neck, his hands abruptly and bluntly stopping their inquisitive touch. He keeps his hands on him, obviously, he's not going to just jerk back, but they settle into slightly less suggestive positions.]

It wouldn't be hard. Zidian will take it off and seal the wound all in one strike.

[Tartly said, from the man who routinely threatens to break his nephew's legs.]

How eager are you?

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To have my leg cut off? Or to have you?

[Let him try to move more carefully... it's not nearly as slick and he's already thrown a wrench in the rhythm of what they had going here, but he manages to get his legs over Jiang Cheng's lap without smashing his foot into anything else. It's still not suggestive, but it's comfortable.]

I think about one of those all the time. Although you'll have to carry me longer if my leg comes off.

[pierless]

[Oh, hello, that's far more comfortable. Gently, he settles his arms atop his thighs, one hand skimming lightly before he settles it atop his knee. His thumb rubs gently, absently memorizing the curve there.]

I'm not carrying you after tonight.

[Beyond to bed, anyway, but that's different, and also not the point.]

I meant me. All the time, really?

[It sound skeptical, but there's a pleased curl to his mouth.]

I think of you too.

[fanfavors]

[Oh, but he will carry Huaisang plenty!! Now it's a personal goal, so thanks for signing up. He pats Jiang Cheng's chest, right in the center, fond and a little teasing.]

Most of the time.

[Sometimes, he thinks about birds.]

What do you think about me? If you need more ideas, I have some books you can borrow.