[Jin Guangyao is warm and soft and perfect under his lips and Xichen proceeds with all the trepidation of a man approaching forty who has never kissed anyone in his entire life; slow, gentle, and with a terrible tremble because oh, he wants as well. Has wanted, has yearned, has longed for Jin Guangyao for so long, and here they are; free from every conceivable restraint of their world, every excuse they have manufactured over the year, the handcrafted delicate artifice of it all just to keep one another at arm's, at hand's, at finger's length. There is no one who can use this to hurt them, right? Why not close that last hair's breadth between them?
When his sworn brother, his most beloved, touches the trim of his ribbon, it only adds fuel to this fire and Xichen surges into the kiss, open mouthed to coax Jin Guangyao's tongue between his lips, wanting it like a drowning man wants air.]
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When his sworn brother, his most beloved, touches the trim of his ribbon, it only adds fuel to this fire and Xichen surges into the kiss, open mouthed to coax Jin Guangyao's tongue between his lips, wanting it like a drowning man wants air.]