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meadowlarklogs2019-04-21 07:05 pm
laozu) wrote in meadowlarklogs2019-04-21 07:05 pm
CLOSED.
WHO: Ancient China Wuxia Crew ( Wei Wuxian laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )
WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.
laozu, Lan Wangji wangxian & Jiang Cheng sandu )WHERE: Various locations.
WHEN: Various times.
WHAT: A catch-all log for literally everything so we don't spam.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Sexual content, discussions of suicide/suicidal ideation, physical violence, difficulties in communication, etc.
no subject
jiang cheng has no name to call this - his heart warms to them in ways that is everything strange and new and tender. his body sings to them as young green grass would to sun, to spring rain, to the first ray of light that steals over the sky. he feels as if all the lines of poetry that sings of love, of fear of love, but with all the elation of a thousand dawns breaking.
he feels the shiver-slight brilliance of lan wangji's breathing near. he hears the raspy hitch of wei wuxian's breaths, and jiang cheng adores them with a reverence that is like that of some child, some spoiled one that holds the things he finds dear in his hands and is loathe to let go. it is a possessive thing, a jealous thing that sets its teeth against sweat slick skin and does not share. but he relents - the hold on wei wuxian's thigh slackening, allowing lan wangji the possession of it once more, and he whines faintly, grinds out the sound through clenched teeth that parts helpless and pliant against the press of wei wuxian's tongue.
the kiss is a messy thing, sloppy with too much teeth and tongue as he presses into it, as he presses into the touch of those hands on him, and when he shudders it is to both of their touch on him - the sharp sting of nails set against skin, the way the other rolls his palm against the head of his cock and all of the breath stutters out of him out of line with the way his heart beats.
reaching out, he curls his fingers against the crook of lan wangji's arm crossed over his hip, their waist, and slides it down to the soft skin of wei wuxian's hip, following the curve of it to lay between his legs. ]