( The smile Zhou Zishu gets is slow blooming, wide and genuine. It isn't one of his particularly salacious ones, instead it is brighter, fonder, affection seeping from the edges. He lifts a hand, cups Zhou Zishu's cheek briefly, pushes his fingers back into his hair in the next second. It is easy to pull him down for a kiss, Wen Kexing's other hand sliding over his back, greedy touch fisting in the layers of robes.
The kiss is lingering, demanding, his tongue slipping hot between Zhou Zishu's lips to tangle with the other man's own. Wen Kexing hums, low in his throat, and then both hands move to the sash at his waist to cleverly pluck it free, letting it drop somewhere. He slips fingers into the spaces left, the warmth of a body appealing even with layers still keeping him from truly touching. )
Ah-Xu.
( Breaking away to breath, nuzzling his jaw. ) You're so lovely. I've wanted -.
( He doesn't finish, instead claims that pretty mouth again in another biting kiss. They both know the shape of Wen Kexing's hunger, even if it has become more genuine these days. They both know when it started. )
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The kiss is lingering, demanding, his tongue slipping hot between Zhou Zishu's lips to tangle with the other man's own. Wen Kexing hums, low in his throat, and then both hands move to the sash at his waist to cleverly pluck it free, letting it drop somewhere. He slips fingers into the spaces left, the warmth of a body appealing even with layers still keeping him from truly touching. )
Ah-Xu.
( Breaking away to breath, nuzzling his jaw. ) You're so lovely. I've wanted -.
( He doesn't finish, instead claims that pretty mouth again in another biting kiss. They both know the shape of Wen Kexing's hunger, even if it has become more genuine these days. They both know when it started. )