[ Lan Wangji can, and will, make that happen. He distracts Wei Ying with more kisses as he divests them of the clothes they're wearing below the waist, taking any opportunity his hands aren't busy to touch his hips and his legs and all the things that he can't get enough of. Wei Ying is beautiful, inside and out, and Lan Wangji knows no such thing as restraint or moderation when it comes to his husband.
He moves down Wei Ying's body to leave hot kisses that might pattern his skin with red flowers later, and takes a fancy new tube out of his drawers. Someone, it seems, has actually schooled Lan Wangji in on the benefits of a modern, water-based lubricant.
And so, he spreads it all on his fingers, and prods below with, if Wei Ying didn't know any better, a care that would almost seem like trepidation. From all the times they've done this, Lan Wangji has no issues with following his instincts and the lovely noises he's come to expect from Wei Ying. But, he would be a liar if he professed not to enjoy the way Wei Ying whines for him, begs for him, acts like it's some sort of personal affront when Lan Wangji isn't busy fucking him into the ground. ]
Wei Ying...
[ He says so very little, but the shifts in tone of his voice convey all that he needs: he wants, he desires, and on any other day, his world would entirely reduce to and completely revolve around getting Wei Ying off. Having trailed his kisses down Wei Ying's front, he gives his inner thigh a curious bite, and looks up from in between Wei Ying's legs as he takes him into his mouth. ]
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He moves down Wei Ying's body to leave hot kisses that might pattern his skin with red flowers later, and takes a fancy new tube out of his drawers. Someone, it seems, has actually schooled Lan Wangji in on the benefits of a modern, water-based lubricant.
And so, he spreads it all on his fingers, and prods below with, if Wei Ying didn't know any better, a care that would almost seem like trepidation. From all the times they've done this, Lan Wangji has no issues with following his instincts and the lovely noises he's come to expect from Wei Ying. But, he would be a liar if he professed not to enjoy the way Wei Ying whines for him, begs for him, acts like it's some sort of personal affront when Lan Wangji isn't busy fucking him into the ground. ]
Wei Ying...
[ He says so very little, but the shifts in tone of his voice convey all that he needs: he wants, he desires, and on any other day, his world would entirely reduce to and completely revolve around getting Wei Ying off. Having trailed his kisses down Wei Ying's front, he gives his inner thigh a curious bite, and looks up from in between Wei Ying's legs as he takes him into his mouth. ]