Fingers trace up the line of his spine as Wangji tilts his head to give Wei Ying better access to his neck, a soft groan slipping from his lips. The water doesn't take long to warm and as soon as they're inside the shower stall, Wei Ying is against the wall, Wangji's mouth on his in a softer kiss than the first one, his hand sliding to cradle the back of Wuxian's head.
And it feels like he can finally breathe for the first time since he watched the light fade from Wei Ying's eyes, the day his own life ended even if he was still going through the motions. When he breaks this kiss, it's to step back, collecting a cloth and soap before he starts bathing Wei Ying, the cloth sliding over his chest.
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on 2020-01-29 12:11 pm (UTC)And it feels like he can finally breathe for the first time since he watched the light fade from Wei Ying's eyes, the day his own life ended even if he was still going through the motions. When he breaks this kiss, it's to step back, collecting a cloth and soap before he starts bathing Wei Ying, the cloth sliding over his chest.