[ But Lan Wangji likes it when Wei Ying begs, and deep-down, likes it when he so playfully calls him er-gege, in a tone which he takes out for no one else. It feels like something that belongs solely to him, these little things. Wei Ying could give himself fully to anyone who needed his help, but only the second eldest brother Lan could, with his sweetly yearning touch, coax such sounds out of him.
As much as he'd love to tease, his body is anxious and impatient, and his fingers dip to take Wei Ying into his grip, giving him a few long, slow strokes, sensuous and unrushed. His own cock is hot and heavy against Wei Ying's thigh, with that and just the heady feeling of getting to touch Wei Ying like this enough to keep it twitching in interest.
He takes his time, maps out each groove and bump with his fingers and thumb, tightening the circle of his grip as he pumps, eyes casting an upward glance to look at that face. And when he's spared a glance, he returns to kissing his chest with a reverence like he might be worshipping the precious cargo contained within. ]
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As much as he'd love to tease, his body is anxious and impatient, and his fingers dip to take Wei Ying into his grip, giving him a few long, slow strokes, sensuous and unrushed. His own cock is hot and heavy against Wei Ying's thigh, with that and just the heady feeling of getting to touch Wei Ying like this enough to keep it twitching in interest.
He takes his time, maps out each groove and bump with his fingers and thumb, tightening the circle of his grip as he pumps, eyes casting an upward glance to look at that face. And when he's spared a glance, he returns to kissing his chest with a reverence like he might be worshipping the precious cargo contained within. ]