[Wei Wuxian is accommodating as Lan Zhan strips him, slipping his arms free as his husband helps him out of his robes. Once free of them, he reaches up to do the same, mischievously groping Lan Zhan's chest as his hand slips beneath his robe before helping the fabric slide from his shoulders.
That thought is put on hold the moment Lan Zhan starts to palm him, moaning plaintively, arching further at his touch, trying to grind against his hand. How can Lan Zhan touch him like this and ask for him to stay in control? He lets out a whine instead, as Lan Zhan leans in, leaving little marks along the way.]
S-since when does Lan Zhan have to ask?
[He shifts his hips eagerly, then tugs playfully at Lan Zhan's hair.]
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That thought is put on hold the moment Lan Zhan starts to palm him, moaning plaintively, arching further at his touch, trying to grind against his hand. How can Lan Zhan touch him like this and ask for him to stay in control? He lets out a whine instead, as Lan Zhan leans in, leaving little marks along the way.]
S-since when does Lan Zhan have to ask?
[He shifts his hips eagerly, then tugs playfully at Lan Zhan's hair.]
You want me to beg?