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It feels as if it is much too early to be awake, though with one glance at the clock on the wall, Wei Wuxian realizes it is nearly noon.
With warm rays of sunshine trickling through their hotel suite window, he finds himself now wide awake, a content smile adorning his face as he settles on his side back into their sheets to stare lovingly at his sleeping husband.
He sighs happily, enjoying the way the sunlight makes Jiang Cheng’s tan skin glow. It’s an absolute stunning view, and Wei Wuxian thinks he could get very used to it. His husband’s face is peacefully content, hair slightly mussed from their previous vigorous nightly activities, as well as from the tossing and turning done throughout his sleep. His chest rises up and down lightly with every breath he takes.
Wei Wuxian smiles, he has never seen him look any more lovely than he does at this very moment. On impulse, he extends a hand out to brush a few strands of Jiang Cheng’s hair away from his face, then slowly brings it back to cradle the side of his face that isn't cozily pressed into his pillow.
Jiang Cheng stirs a bit, and Wei Wuxian rubs soothing circles on his cheek. Still, he is unable to help himself, and ends up scooting closer to place a feather light kiss to Jiang Cheng’s forehead.
Then his eyes.
Noes.
And finally, his lips.
Jiang Cheng lets out a small sigh and Wei Wuxian pulls away.
“Good morning, husband” Wei Wuxian whispers, with a face splitting grin. Jiang Cheng’s eyes flutter open and he thinks Wei Wuxian’s smile is so radiant, it puts the very sun to shame.
He smiles back at Wei Wuxian, eyes crinkling with happiness.
“Don’t look at me!” Jiang Cheng whines, all of the sudden. “I must look so ugly”
He hides beneath the covers, and his voice becomes muffled through them.
“Baby” Wei Wuxian whines, laughing when he tries to pry the sheets off of Jiang Cheng’s face, and he’s met with quite the resistance. “Come on, I want to kiss you”
The lump beneath the covers moves, and Wei Wuxian assumes it’s a shake of his head, as Jiang Cheng gives him a petulant ‘uh uh’.
Wei Wuxian resorts to extremes, finding Jiang Cheng’s ribs and begins to tickle him. “Come out from under there!” he demands, chuckling at Jiang Cheng’s sudden squirming and yelps.
“Okay! O-okay! Stop!”
Wei Wuxian ceases his tickling attack on his lover and waits patiently for him to come out.
“Well?” Wei Wuxian questions, feeling impatient as Jiang Cheng takes forever to come out from under the sheets. Jiang Cheng finally begins to slide down the covers from his face, and peaks just above them up into Wei Wuxian’s gleaming expectant eyes. “There he is” he sighs, “just look at him. The most beautiful man in the world”
“Shut up. I probably look a hot mess” Jiang Cheng grumbles, pulling the sheets down to his chin.
Wei Wuxian stares at him fondly, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispers, prying the sheets from Jiang Cheng’s fingers. Wei Wuxian takes a moment to revel in the beauty of Jiang Cheng’s naked body, covered in love bites and tiny bruises, memories from last night flashing through his mind. Wei Wuxian then swings a leg over, stradling Jiang Cheng’s hips and grabbing his hands to pin them above his head. “So, so beautiful” he mumbles latching his lips to Jiang Cheng’s neck.
Jiang Cheng moans softly, throwing his head back against his pillow, giving Wei Wuxian better access to his neck. Slowly, ever so torturously slow, Wei Wuxian slides down the expanse of Jiang Cheng’s body, pressing small butterfly kisses to any exposed skin he can get to.
He stops momentarily and chuckles.
“Wh-what?” Jiang Cheng says, slightly defensive.
“Your heart” Wei Wuxian smiles, “it’s beating so fast and so loud” he tells him before leaning down to press his ear against Jiang Cheng’s chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
“Yeah” Jiang Cheng whispers, face heated with a furious blush, “my heart does that around you”
“Even after all these years?” Wei Wuxian asks in awe.
“Mn.” Jiang Cheng affirms, “even after all these years. Probably even until we’ve gone grey in the hair, and wrinkly”
“Even then?”
Wei Wuxian raises his face to look at Jiang Cheng who nods. “Always”
“I love you”
“I love you too”