He goes completely still when Xingchen cups his face, hearing the quiet request. Listens, eyes searching the other man's face as Xingchen speaks. No hint of deception- and what does this precious man even know of it? Really know? Outside of what Xue Yang himself has taught him by example.
He sits on his impatience, wonder and hope warily beginning to grow again the more Xingchen speaks. Be together.
"You would...be...mine?" He asks in a very small voice. The voice of someone who has had very little to call his own. A dream. Xue Yang knows what he wants that to mean. But...does Xiao Xingchen?
He brings his hand down from the other man's cheek, touch remaining light. Down...then curls his arm around Xingchen's waist. Possessive, but light enough to be easily broken.
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He sits on his impatience, wonder and hope warily beginning to grow again the more Xingchen speaks. Be together.
"You would...be...mine?" He asks in a very small voice. The voice of someone who has had very little to call his own. A dream. Xue Yang knows what he wants that to mean. But...does Xiao Xingchen?
He brings his hand down from the other man's cheek, touch remaining light. Down...then curls his arm around Xingchen's waist. Possessive, but light enough to be easily broken.