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Good. Because driving takes time.

[ Within the half hour he's at the door. At some ungodly hour. Because a friend said they needed support. Belatedly, he realizes it looks like a booty call but he plasters on a pleasant expression before knocking/ringing the bell. ]

[ It may or may not be a booty call. That'd be up to Jiang Cheng and if he's interested. Huaisang would be content just getting compliments and being appreciated. He's dressed in a shiny dress, with heels and full make up and wig on still.

He opens the door to let Jiang Cheng in. ]

[ He doesn't get far. He stops dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open to take a look at the vision before him. All glitter and curves and ... what was he here for? When he swallows, it's dry. ]

Wow.

[ Huaisang grins happily at the other's reaction and then he turns around in a bit of a twirl to show off the full picture to the other. ]

You like it?

Love it.

[He wants to run his hands over it just to see if it's as slinky as it looks.]

You're gorgeous, A-Sang. Anyone who makes you feel less than that is an asshole.

[ Huaisang is even more pleased as the other looks at him the way he is, adding in saying the perfect thing to him. He moves closer, so there's barely a hair's breadth between them as he looks up at him. ]

I'm glad you think so, A-Cheng.

[His fingers itch and Huaisang is so damn close! Cheng chews on his lip, not moving back.]

Can I touch you?

[ Huaisang smiles at the question and he has to stop himself from moving even closer. This is exactly what he wants and he likes that the other asks. ]

Yes, I want you to touch me.

[Now he can't help his grin as he lifts his hand to draw a lock of hair behind Huaisang's ear. It's not his, and Cheng knows it, but he's just as gentle and as reverent as he can be. The touch trails down along a neckline, then a shoulder, down the outside of an arm before he settles a hand on Hauisang's waist. A shift in grip there and yes, that dress is just as slinky as he imagined it would be. He's fucked.]

Can I hold you?

[ It's thrilling to be touched like this, to feel wanted and appreciated and the other is certainly making him feel that way. His lips part slightly a shaky breath escaping him by the time the other's hand is on his waist, sending tingles of pleasure through him at the simple touch. ]

Yes.

[ Just watching Huaisang melt from a simple touch shot a thrill down his spine. He employs his other hand, circling around Huaisang's waist to close the distance between them. He tugs lightly, just to take the remaining distance away from them. And his hands span across the other's back as he draws in a deep breath. ]

You feel so nice to hold, A-Sang.

[ Huaisang's eyes close for a moment, enjoying the press of the other's body as he's drawn close. his hands slide over the other's chest to his shoulders and then hooking loosely around his neck. He soaks in the closeness. ]

Do you want to do more than hold me?

[ This is where he hesitates. Not because he didn't want to but because this isn't something he's used to handling. ]

Yes.

[The admission is soft and shy.]

[ Huaisang worries he's pushing too much, too fast for a moment there, when the other hesitates and he braces himself for rejection but then it doesn't come and he sighs in relief. His fingertips graze the back of the other's head, sliding through the short hair in the back. ]

I want you to, too.

Me??

[The touch to the back of his head is nice. He shifts his weight just enough to lean into it.]

It won't work. I mean-- fuck, I'm bad at this

I've never...felt like doing this any of this...with anyone else.

[He's distressed and it shows plainly on his face even though he's not pulling back and creating space.]

[ Huaisang looks confused as the other talks, his brow furrowing. He hesitates when the other finally gets it all out and he swallows a little suddenly feeling self-conscious about this and well he's definitely done this sort of thing with people before but with Jiang Cheng it meant a little more to him even if he's reluctant to admit it.

He curls his fingers against the other's scalp and swallows a nervous lump that had formed in his throat. ]

But...you feel like it with me or... I don't want to push you into anything, A-Cheng but you should know that I want you, I've wanted you for a long time.

What does it feel like? To want?

[He honestly doesn't know and there isn't anyone he wants to talk to about it.]

I've dated a little bit. But, I mean...

You want me?

[ Huaisang isn't sure how to answer that, he doesn't pull away though, staying pressed close to Jiang Cheng. ]

I want you. I want your touch, your kiss...

[ Huaisang trails off and he lets his hips roll just slightly into the other's to silently add what more he wants. ]

[There's a punched-out exhalation when he feels Hauisang press up against him. It almost buckles his knees. At this point, it's almost too much.]

Take the wig off.

[His voice has dropped into the lower tones and he isn't quite certain how he feels about that. But he knows that for all the finery and glitter Hauisang can put on, he much rather see it off.]

[ Huaisang swallows and he's not sure how to take that but he reaches up to remove the wig and the cap underneath. His real hair is messy in the aftermath. But he had liked how the other's voice got low, the way it sent a shiver down his spine. He tosses the wig to the side and hesitantly reaches up to try and smoothe his hair down. ]

Better...?

[His fingers follow Huaisang's hands and linger, tightening on the strands to pull before he smooths it all down.]

Yeah. I like looking at you.

[A small smile opens up as one hand rests on the back of Huaisang's neck. There's only a momentary hesitation before he leans down to kiss him. Nothing mind-numbing, but it's still a kiss.]

[ Huaisang's breath catches at the tightening that pulls just a little enough to make him have to bite his lip to keep from making a sound at how good that felt for him. And then Jiang Cheng kisses him. The fear that he might still end up rejected melts away as Huaisang melts into the kiss. His arms wrap around the other's neck again as he presses close. Kissing him had been something that had crossed his mind so many times and it'd always been a temptation but he'd been careful because their friendship was very important.

His tongue teases out against the other's lips before he breaks the kiss, tilting his head and letting his nose rub against the other's cheek and he's smiling. ]

A-Cheng... if you have any boundaries you should tell me now.

I don't know.

[Because that one tongue tease has short-circuited his brain and then he can practically feel the smile on his cheek. One of his hands is now very secure on Hauisang's waist to make certain he doesn't go anywhere.]

Never wanted to get this far, before.

Then... you'll just have to tell me if you want to stop at any point.

[ Huaisang hopes he won't want to. He presses closer to Jiang Cheng and then shifts until he can gently push the other toward the wall until the other is pressed against it. He kisses him again but his hands move over his shoulders and then down his chest. He hopes he won't be too forward, that he won't scare him off or worse he hopes that Jiang will want him and all he has to offer him. ]

I want to go very far, A-Cheng.

[ Huaisang whispers quietly, pressing his lips to Jiang Cheng's again, his hand tugging the other's shirt up a little to press his hands onto his stomach, curling his fingers against the other's taunt muscles. ]

[He can feel the wall on his back and it's grounding. Something solid and substantial enough that he's not going to float away. The kisses make his eyes roll up into the back of his head and the touch of hands on his skin makes his nerves light up. ]

A-Sang.

[He wants to deepen that kiss and he's certain he's fucking it up. There's too much going on for him and it's distracting. He's also very certain that no one else has this trouble, either. He can feel his fingers shake as he urges Huaisang to tilt his head just a little more. And how the muscles in his arm works to pull Hauisang tighter and keep him flush against him. Then there's the painfully shy flush to his face as he tilts his hips back, deciding a little more pressure wouldn't hurt.]

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