He lifts a hand with a smirk and one of the spilled oils from their dinner floats back to his hand. It is more crude than a proper oil for this purpose and will make A-Sang smell a bit like sesame but Jiang Cheng for one, damn sure didn't care. He just didn't want to hurt the man. He tends to be impatient so he certainly didn't want to add dryness to the list of complaints. If he'd been thinking properly he would've simply used Huaisang's mouth for moisture.
He tugs on the cord around his waist and gives him a cocky grin. "I very much plan on taking advantage of that, Little Nightingale. I want to make you feel good enough to for me." He pushed back his robes, letting them fall one by one from his shoulders to a pool of fabric around his legs. When he has just his trousers, he leans down and kisses along Huaisang's stomach and up his chest.
"Lovely, lovely, A-Sang, sing to me, or tell me where I've gone wrong. I want you to feel high As far as the sky, All of your days long."
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Mentao doesn't seem sure, still a little too distressed and wrapped up in what just happened to answer properly. Fortunately his friend turns out to be somewhat useful.
"Wei-qianbei, there seems to be two groups. There's one loyal to Jin Yatsen, the older guardsman and they have been following Jin-zongzhu's orders to the best of their abilities. They have said sometimes it's confusing though because their captain Jin Xiaowen will tell them different things. However there's another group loyal to the captain who follows him without question. They're plotting a mutiny on the way home as they are the large group and hope to kill him when he rests!"
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2021-08-22 01:56 (UTC)He tugs on the cord around his waist and gives him a cocky grin. "I very much plan on taking advantage of that, Little Nightingale. I want to make you feel good enough to for me." He pushed back his robes, letting them fall one by one from his shoulders to a pool of fabric around his legs. When he has just his trousers, he leans down and kisses along Huaisang's stomach and up his chest.
"Lovely, lovely, A-Sang, sing to me,
or tell me where I've gone wrong.
I want you to feel high
As far as the sky,
All of your days long."
~~~
Mentao doesn't seem sure, still a little too distressed and wrapped up in what just happened to answer properly. Fortunately his friend turns out to be somewhat useful.
"Wei-qianbei, there seems to be two groups. There's one loyal to Jin Yatsen, the older guardsman and they have been following Jin-zongzhu's orders to the best of their abilities. They have said sometimes it's confusing though because their captain Jin Xiaowen will tell them different things. However there's another group loyal to the captain who follows him without question. They're plotting a mutiny on the way home as they are the large group and hope to kill him when he rests!"