[ There is a meal waiting on the table under wooden covers to keep it hot, a courtesy just like the unused but ready tea-set nearby, yet it all lies forgotten as he walks them to the half of the hanshi given over to a private abode. It is garish and unseemly to lead Wen Kexing there but it also seems frankly sensible, given the way his guest invades his personal space like a rabbit keen to hide from the cold. For his part, Xichen is as sturdy as one of the trees on the mountain, swaying only slightly with the kiss before he plants his weight and chases the slip of a hot tongue with his own to taste every corner of that clever mouth, a slow-burn attraction flaring to life with carefully controlled urgency. He can't rush, he tells himself, that would be a shame for so many reasons ... even if he wants him keenly.
He slides both hands around Wen Kexing's waist, mirroring the sneaky exploration under a sash, before following the curve of a backside with broad palms to drag him in closer, hip-to-hip as the heated kiss breaks for a breath. Not until after he nips a plush lip though, voice slightly deeper. ]
Shouldn't I be the one giving thanks? You climbed a mountain for me, consider me permanently wooed.
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He slides both hands around Wen Kexing's waist, mirroring the sneaky exploration under a sash, before following the curve of a backside with broad palms to drag him in closer, hip-to-hip as the heated kiss breaks for a breath. Not until after he nips a plush lip though, voice slightly deeper. ]
Shouldn't I be the one giving thanks? You climbed a mountain for me, consider me permanently wooed.