[ Huaisang hums in agreement. This time. He can't help but want a next time already. There's no getting Lan Xichen out of his system that fast -- or at all, really. Xichen's hands are warm on his skin and as they move over his rips, Huaisang grabs the edge of his shirt to pull it off and discard it on the floor.
His hands move to work off Xichen's shirt as well, wanting to expose the skin to his eyes and not just his hands. And he finds his way into giving Xichen another hungry kiss. ]
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His hands move to work off Xichen's shirt as well, wanting to expose the skin to his eyes and not just his hands. And he finds his way into giving Xichen another hungry kiss. ]