Huaisang feels a thrill run through his body at those words, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined some iteration of them on more than one occasion, he can hardly believe it's actually happening. Jiang Cheng recently broke off his engagement and he is drunk, Huaisang's drunk, but by the gods he is not a good enough man to resist the temptation being laid out before him however much he probably ought to.
He tilts his head curiously, eyeing Jiang Cheng over his fan for a moment as he decides the best way to handle this - continue the flirtation? Make sure he's serious?
No. To hell with it. He closes the fan with a decisive snap and stands, drawing aside the skirts of his robes so he can slide the silk trousers from beneath them - slow and seductive, the fall of fabric only allowing Jiang Cheng teasing glimpses of skin.
He watches the other sect leader as he does it, waits for him to tell him to stop, to brush it off as a joke, but to his utter delight he's allowed to continue until he is, as instructed, tossing his trousers aside and moving round the table, dropping down to straddle Jiang Cheng's lap with an arch little smile.
"How pretty do you find me, A-Cheng?"
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Yuan finds himself leaning into that comforting presence without even thinking about it, holding the comb close as he cries.
Once the tears have dried, he's grateful for the change in subject, would actually like to think about the good things rather than how much his heart is broken being away from Jin Ling.
An uncle, a great-uncle, even a surviving Wen relative - it's more family than he ever thought he'd find in his whole life.
"What will you tell them?" He asks quietly "My- your brother, and your uncle, about me? About where I've been?"
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Huaisang feels a thrill run through his body at those words, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined some iteration of them on more than one occasion, he can hardly believe it's actually happening. Jiang Cheng recently broke off his engagement and he is drunk, Huaisang's drunk, but by the gods he is not a good enough man to resist the temptation being laid out before him however much he probably ought to.
He tilts his head curiously, eyeing Jiang Cheng over his fan for a moment as he decides the best way to handle this - continue the flirtation? Make sure he's serious?
No. To hell with it. He closes the fan with a decisive snap and stands, drawing aside the skirts of his robes so he can slide the silk trousers from beneath them - slow and seductive, the fall of fabric only allowing Jiang Cheng teasing glimpses of skin.
He watches the other sect leader as he does it, waits for him to tell him to stop, to brush it off as a joke, but to his utter delight he's allowed to continue until he is, as instructed, tossing his trousers aside and moving round the table, dropping down to straddle Jiang Cheng's lap with an arch little smile.
"How pretty do you find me, A-Cheng?"
~~~
Yuan finds himself leaning into that comforting presence without even thinking about it, holding the comb close as he cries.
Once the tears have dried, he's grateful for the change in subject, would actually like to think about the good things rather than how much his heart is broken being away from Jin Ling.
An uncle, a great-uncle, even a surviving Wen relative - it's more family than he ever thought he'd find in his whole life.
"What will you tell them?" He asks quietly "My- your brother, and your uncle, about me? About where I've been?"