(Wei Ying can steal his breath away with just a look. He reaches behind his head to loosen his ribbon, giving himself wholly to the man in his arms. The length of fabric flutters down to rest on his robes while he returns the kisses he is given, rubbing his hands over Wei Ying's back. Everything about the other man feels so strong, yet Wangji knows he is fragile underneath. Much like himself.)
I love you. (Period. Without end. Without stipulation. He brings their hips together and sighs in relief at the friction.) Do you wish to face me?
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I love you. (Period. Without end. Without stipulation. He brings their hips together and sighs in relief at the friction.) Do you wish to face me?