Huaisang watches Xichen's face as their dancing, bodies pressed close and Huaisang is biding his time to just move to grinding against Xichen until the other couldn't take it anymore. For now it's slightly more innocent than that. His heart is racing as he meets the other's eyes.
Xichen makes him feel wanted as he touches Huaisang, the thumb that slid across his lips and Huaisang's pink tongue darted out to lick. "I can dress up more for you," Huaisang smirks. Needless to say he has a closet full of women's clothes and heals, make up and no short amount of lingerie. His interest in cross dressing is one that goes pretty far back.
There's a soft inhale at the implication that Huaisang has more where this came from - that he'd wear it specifically for Lan Xichen. His pupils dilate a little as Huaisang licks at his thumb, eyes dark and hungry.
"I'd like that." It is, admittedly, not something he'd really thought about before, but oh, he is thinking about it now. It's easy to imagine Huaisang in silk and satin and lace, dressed up so pretty for him, the way he might let Lan Xichen spread him out and tell him how pretty he is, how he was made for this.
There's a little electric thrill as he wonders how far Huaisang might want to take this.
Huaisang notes the way the other reacts, enjoying it, enjoying that the gamble he had made with him paid off in this way. He dances in closer, grinding against the other's thigh as he lets it slip between his legs. It's lewd and the fact that it's public thrills Huaisang.
"Like I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."
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Xichen makes him feel wanted as he touches Huaisang, the thumb that slid across his lips and Huaisang's pink tongue darted out to lick. "I can dress up more for you," Huaisang smirks. Needless to say he has a closet full of women's clothes and heals, make up and no short amount of lingerie. His interest in cross dressing is one that goes pretty far back.
"I like doing this, the way you look at me."
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"I'd like that." It is, admittedly, not something he'd really thought about before, but oh, he is thinking about it now. It's easy to imagine Huaisang in silk and satin and lace, dressed up so pretty for him, the way he might let Lan Xichen spread him out and tell him how pretty he is, how he was made for this.
There's a little electric thrill as he wonders how far Huaisang might want to take this.
"How do I look at you?"
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"Like I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen."