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Wei Wuxian was the first person Jiang Cheng ever wanted to kiss, since he'd first realized what kissing even was, and despite the years and the changes and the... everything between them, Wei Wuxian's lips on his are every bit as sweet as he'd always imagined.
But he's older and harder than that kid daydreaming had been, so he can't help but look for all the ways this could go wrong, for the little thing that's going to build up until this dream, too, is snatched away from him. He grips Wei Wuxian's shoulders to hold him steadily back at arms length and looks Lan Wangji squarely in the eyes. His face is as stone-like as ever, but there's a heat in those eyes that could be passion or could be rage. Jiang Cheng doesn't trust himself enough to tell the difference. He needs to know.
"And you really want this, too?" he demands. "You're not just going along because you can't deny him anything, not just hoping he'll get it out of his system and you can whisk him back to Cloud Recesses? Because I promise you, Lan Wangji, if you don't really want to be here, I don't need either of you." It burns like a lie, but he knows it's the truth—no matter how much he's missed him, he won't just be tolerated for Wei Wuxian’s sake. Not again. Wei Wuxian draws breath, but Jiang Cheng cuts him off, "No. I need him to answer—Lan Wangji, do you honestly want me?"
Golden eyes flash, then Lan Wangji’s hands are on his face, tilting his chin up to capture his mouth, and oh it's hot and hard and so full of wanting Jiang Cheng could drown in it. He feasts on Jiang Cheng’s mouth like a starving man, licking in and biting at his lips, claiming Jiang Cheng with every stroke and motion. Jiang Cheng is dizzy with it by the time he pulls back the barest bit, hands still tight below his chin and in his hair, and mouths his way along his jawline to whisper hot in his ear, "Does that answer your question?"