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“Is that my shirt?”
Wei Wuxian startles, whipping around so fast he almost tips over.
“There’s like a slight chance, perhaps like fifty percent chance that this could be you’re shirt, yeah, sure” Wei Wuxian semi-admits, shrugging and tugging at his current shirt to inspect it. “Does it look good on me?” he asks cheekily.
“Looks great on you” Jiang Cheng admits, “but it’d look way better on the bedroom floor” he drawls, winking at his boyfriend and sauntering away into the restroom to finish up his nightly routine.
“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian exclaims, scandalized, face aflame. “Ugh, where are all my sleeping shorts?”
“Dirty” Jiang Cheng says, coming up behind Wei Wuxian as he shimmies out of his jeans. His hands land on a trim waist, pulling it flush against his crotch.
“Ah, dirty” Wei Wuxian hums, standing up. He takes Jiang Cheng’s hands off his waist, and instead brings his arms around his waist. “Weren’t you in charge of laundry this week?”
“Slipped my mind, I guess” Jiang Cheng says with a shrug, kissing Wei Wuxian’s neck.
Wei Wuxian hums again, this time a bit bordering moaning territory. His head falls back on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and he sighs.
“What am I supposed to wear to bed?” he asks, turning around in Jiang Cheng’s embrace, and circling his own arms around his neck.
“Exactly what you’re wearing now” Jiang Cheng offers, Wei Wuxian scoffs, looking down between them at his old—or well, Jiang Cheng’s old—shirt, and boxers. Jiang Cheng captures his lips in a sweet kiss and smirks. “What you’re wearing is perfectly fine for bed” he states, as a matter of fact kissing him once again.
Wei Wuxian feels Jiang Cheng’s hands travel south towards his bum, and he squeaks against Jiang Cheng’s mouth when he feels him kneading at his skin.
Jiang Cheng taps Wei Wuxian’s ass, signaling him to jump, and so he does, legs wrapping around Jiang Cheng’s waist. He huffs a laugh into Jiang Cheng’s mouth, giving Jiang Cheng the opportunity to take Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it lightly before resuming their kiss.
Without breaking apart, Jiang Cheng walks the distance towards their bed, and lays Wei Wuxian on the mattress, crawling on top of him, hands going underneath his shirt while pulling away from him to trail kissing along the side of his jaw and down his neck.
Jiang Cheng pulls away and admires how Wei Wuxian looks slightly debauched underneath him, his pouty lips spit slicked and swollen red.
“I love it when you wear my clothes” Jiang Cheng admits diving in to kiss at Wei Wuxian’s neck once more.
“Hah—ah, ha unghh” Wei Wuxian pants, “babe, don’t you have work tomorrow?”
“Yeah” Jiang Cheng answers, pushing up Wei Wuxian’s shirt and exposing his stomach.
“It’s late” Wei Wuxian says, arching a little off the bed when Jiang Cheng starts pressing wet kisses down his stomach, stopping to lightly nip at the skin just above the hem of his underwear.
“So?”
Jiang Cheng pushes himself back up and catches Wei Wuxian’s lips in a sloppy kiss, nuzzling their noses before giving him puppy eyes.
“All I’m saying is—I also have a class to teach tomorrow morning, and we’re not exactly a one round and done type of—you know, we tend to go for ages”
“Never heard any complains from you before” Jiang Cheng says petulantly.
“Because there are none, duh” Wei Wuxian says, cupping Jiang Cheng’s face in his hands and bringing him down for a sweet kiss to appease him. Well at least he was aiming for a sweet, chaste kiss, but Jiang Cheng clearly had other plans He delved his tongue into Wei Wuxian’s mouth, grinding down on top of him, only to pull away and settle next to Wei Wuxian with a sigh
“Fine” he says, despondently. And Wei Wuxian bites his lips, debating wether to give in or not.
“Honey” he sighs, spooning Jiang Cheng against him, “I want to, trust me—I always do” he tells him, pressing his half chub between Jiang Cheng’s ass. “I just don’t trust myself to go one round—“ his words choke off in a punched out moan when Jiang Cheng begins to grind his ass back into Wei Wuxian’s crotch. He stills his hips, panting into Jiang Cheng’s neck, chuckling and shaking his head.
”You’re sick” Jiang Cheng groans, “a sick, sick bastard. And mean” he pouts and snuggles his head against his pillow.
The sight makes Wei Wuxian’s resolve crumble. He guesses he could reschedule the lecture for the following class meeting, and well Jiang Cheng is the CEO. Perhaps…