[Wei Wuxian lets out a pleased moan when Lan Zhan finally begins to stroke him, arousal thrumming in his veins as he reacts to each touch. He arches up, muscles tightening for a moment as Lan Zhan changes his grip. His hips rock up against his hand, trying to match Lan Wangji's motions.
He knows he should be more considerate of his partner's needs, and it's hard to tell if Lan Zhan is enjoying himself as much, with his face pressed so close to Wei Wuxian's chest, leaving kisses over that bare expanse of skin.]
Lan-er-gege, La- mm- does it feel good Lan Zhan?
[He reaches a shaky hand down, knuckles brushing Lan Zhan's cheek as he brushes a long strand of hair behind his ear.]
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He knows he should be more considerate of his partner's needs, and it's hard to tell if Lan Zhan is enjoying himself as much, with his face pressed so close to Wei Wuxian's chest, leaving kisses over that bare expanse of skin.]
Lan-er-gege, La- mm- does it feel good Lan Zhan?
[He reaches a shaky hand down, knuckles brushing Lan Zhan's cheek as he brushes a long strand of hair behind his ear.]
I want you to... feel good too...