Nie Mingjue

Mingjue tipped Xichen over backward, never breaking the kiss, only deepening it. He laid his body over Xichen's, mirroring what they had been doing earlier with far less intent. His mouth worked, and he trailed his tongue across Xichen's lips, requesting entrance, wanting to taste. He would flatten Xichen to the bed and keep him there for days, years if he could, heart full.