[ Xue Yang lets himself be pulled in. Drunk like this he doesn't put up any fight for control, instead settling in easily and giving a roll of his hips against Shi Qingxuan. He tips his head in response to the touch and puts his own hand to the base of Shi Qingxuan's head, not to direct but to hold him there and keep the kiss from being broken. Xue Yang pushes his tongue into his mouth and starts to explore there, running along lips and teeth, brushing against Shi Qingxuan's tongue. He's not an experienced kisser by any means but he has some idea of how it works and what's supposed to be good even if he's had almost no practice. ]
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