[ It makes it easier to kiss him, and Xue Yang doesn't have to lean quite so far anymore. He also doesn't have to hold him by his clothes, instead shifting to grip his shoulders instead. Something about Xiao Xingchen above him and kissing him like this feels like it's scratching the itch that Xue Yang is looking to relieve. Maybe it's because when they're both in male bodies, Xiao Xingchen is the one who's always on top of him when he's in the form of his friend. It feels like it's a return to what he's been seeking, the sort of life they were living before. A life that didn't focus on his missing finger.
He doesn't want to think too hard on it.
His aggression ebbs little by little. His grip on Xiao Xingchen's shoulders loosens a bit, and his kissing gets less insistent. He still holds Xiao Xingchen in place, but after a time he even manages to pull back enough to murmur, ]
Daozhang...
[ before resuming.
Why can't it be this simple? Why does it need to be anything more? ]
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He doesn't want to think too hard on it.
His aggression ebbs little by little. His grip on Xiao Xingchen's shoulders loosens a bit, and his kissing gets less insistent. He still holds Xiao Xingchen in place, but after a time he even manages to pull back enough to murmur, ]
Daozhang...
[ before resuming.
Why can't it be this simple? Why does it need to be anything more? ]