[ Lan Wangji nips and licks at Wei Ying's chest, eyes casting upward as he's asked a series of questions that he hadn't expected, somehow. No, he hadn't wanted Wei Ying to beg. Quite the opposite - he wanted Wei Ying to let him know when to stop.
But.
Now that he brings it up, Lan Wangji's cock grows a little harder, pulses a little heavier.
With one deft motion, he takes Wei Ying's hand out of his hair and pins his wrists to the ground, his hips taking the place of where his palm just was, pressing the full of his weight down against his husband. ]
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But.
Now that he brings it up, Lan Wangji's cock grows a little harder, pulses a little heavier.
With one deft motion, he takes Wei Ying's hand out of his hair and pins his wrists to the ground, his hips taking the place of where his palm just was, pressing the full of his weight down against his husband. ]
Go ahead. Beg.