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[zidianing]

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You have reached the Sect Leader of the Yunmeng Jiang--what? I'll set my message how I want to set it! I don't need to state my name! ... Jiang Wanyin. Leave a message.

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[zidianing]

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."

[equivocations]

He goes easily where Wanyin directs him, until they're pressed so close together that there isn't a gap between them. The rest of the world might as well not exist when they're like this, as though they are the only two in all of it.

"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."

[zidianing]

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.

[equivocations]

"Here I am," he responds softly. "Entirely yours."

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?"

[zidianing]

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.