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More tears escape at the kiss to his forehead, to his eyes, to his nose, his cheeks, each with Lan Xichen choosing him. When he finally kisses him, Jiang Cheng kisses him back, holding him close.
"I love you," he says against his lips, broken, raw. There's a part of him, that shadow part, that still doesn't believe, that thinks that Lan Xichen will wake up some day and change his mind. But to hear that affirmed, to hear him say such sweet things, to hear him choose him again and again, it cuts down to his very core.
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Though he has appreciated every single time that Wanyin has allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, he has never really drawn much attention to his tears - too afraid that doing so would make him stop, at first, and because he did not want Wanyin to feel embarrassed.
But now he lets his hands slide down to cup either side of Wanyin's neck instead of the back of his head, the pads of his thumbs resting gently on tear-streaked cheeks without trying to wipe them away.
"I love you like this. I love that you let me see you cry."
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He gasps. Jiang Cheng shakes a little as he lets the walls down and lets Lan Xichen to see him like this. He moves forward to capture his lips and kiss him again. He's so raw, so uncomfortable in this but he saw how Lan Xichen stood up against his own shadow, ready to choose him, to defend him.
"How embarrassing," he manages to gasp out.
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"How brave." He kisses him again, just barely brushing their lips together as he murmurs against them. "You have been so brave, my heart."
His long fingers lace together behind Wanyin's neck, palms still cupping each side as he pulls back a little, just enough that he can look at him with open admiration.
"My Wanyin, how strong you are for me."
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The raw and focused love he could see in Lan Xichen is more than enough to make anyone tremble. But for Jiang Cheng, it's affirming, it's dangerously addicting to be seen so plainly like this, to be loved so wholly like this. He fits his hands on Lan Xichen's waist and pulls him impossibly closer, wanting to touch him more, kiss him more. He could argue that he doesn't need any sympathy from Lan Xichen; he doesn't need platitudes. But he does. He craves it so much.
"We'll find a way," he whispers. "When we return home, we'll find a way for that. For us."
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"We will find a way," he agrees. "You have made me believe in achieving the impossible."
There's a soft smile as he kisses him again, and he brushes their noses together. "You have already achieved it, after all. I thought it impossible that I could ever have something like this, someone like you, and here you are in my arms."
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Jiang Cheng gives a watery laugh.
"I never thought it would be possible for me to have someone like you. For me to have something like this," he says softly.
This gentleness, this love. For someone to want him like this, want him so much, to love him. All of those failed matchmaking dates hadn't done well for his ego. But this strange place allowed for him to share something like this with Lan Xichen. Something so beautiful.
He kisses him and tucks himself against him, sighing happily.
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There's an echo of that contented sigh, and Lan Xichen leaves one hand curled around Wanyin's neck. With the other, he encourages him to tuck his face into his neck as he tucks himself against him. He never feels so complete as he does when Wanyin is pressed up close to him, whether it's rough and passionate or a softer intimacy.
"I love you like this," he whispers into Wanyin's hair, nuzzling into it. "Will you come to bed with me, my heart, and allow me to just hold you?"
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He smiles softly at the sweet, soft nuzzle.
"Yeah," he says quietly. "Let's go to bed."
Jiang Cheng pulls away and moves toward their bedroom, dropping the towel he'd had around his shoulders along the way. Right before he turns out of sight, he drops the towel that had been around his waist.