[ He loves how Wei Ying falls apart underneath his touch. Whether it be with his mouth or his hands or on his cock, Wei Ying seems so receptive to him, so eager for his body. And Lan Wangji can't help but to relish in it, to love it, to run his thumbs over that pre-come and use it to make his movements more slick, liquid hot and viscous in his hands and forming such a lovely steam in between the two of them.
His tongue delves into Wei Ying's because he feels no more whole than when he can be imparted into him, physically, emotionally, connected to him in this way. His lips are so soft, both body and mouth so pliant, so eager to be molded and sculpted and entirely devoured. He withdraws his tongue, only to worry Wei Ying's bottom lip with his teeth, breaking to command into his mouth: ]
Come for me.
[ He collects every single hair-tug, catalogues all his moans and his shivers, adds them to the ever-growing shrine in his heart overtaken entirely by Wei Ying. Wonders how good he must have been in a past life, how Godly, to deserve a future of every night, pleasing his husband. And occasionally, or more than occasionally, pleasing his husband twice. ]
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His tongue delves into Wei Ying's because he feels no more whole than when he can be imparted into him, physically, emotionally, connected to him in this way. His lips are so soft, both body and mouth so pliant, so eager to be molded and sculpted and entirely devoured. He withdraws his tongue, only to worry Wei Ying's bottom lip with his teeth, breaking to command into his mouth: ]
Come for me.
[ He collects every single hair-tug, catalogues all his moans and his shivers, adds them to the ever-growing shrine in his heart overtaken entirely by Wei Ying. Wonders how good he must have been in a past life, how Godly, to deserve a future of every night, pleasing his husband. And occasionally, or more than occasionally, pleasing his husband twice. ]