[ Lan Wangji kisses his neck, kisses his jaw, easing the orgasm out of his body, hand pumping away until Wangji is sure he's done. Wei Ying doesn't know how delectable he is, body like an instrument being played by Lan Wangji's hands, so gorgeously singing for him, body taut like strings to pluck.
He steals one more heated kiss before he moves out from between Wei Ying's legs and lifts his hips so that his lower half is lying on its side, and presses up against his back. Wei Ying will never have to ask how Lan Wangji would like to take his pleasure. His completely ignored cock is hard and impatient against his ass as Lan Wangji roughly grabs at a cheek and then, upon withdrawal, cups his hand and gives him a good hard smack. He does love the sound of skin hitting skin, and how the pale skin starts to blush a peachy pink. ]
Wei Ying, top drawer.
[ Inside, he's hidden a vial of massage oil that he'd taken from the spa. He figures it'd be easier to use that, and possibly would also feel slightly less painful as one of its more intended uses. ]
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He steals one more heated kiss before he moves out from between Wei Ying's legs and lifts his hips so that his lower half is lying on its side, and presses up against his back. Wei Ying will never have to ask how Lan Wangji would like to take his pleasure. His completely ignored cock is hard and impatient against his ass as Lan Wangji roughly grabs at a cheek and then, upon withdrawal, cups his hand and gives him a good hard smack. He does love the sound of skin hitting skin, and how the pale skin starts to blush a peachy pink. ]
Wei Ying, top drawer.
[ Inside, he's hidden a vial of massage oil that he'd taken from the spa. He figures it'd be easier to use that, and possibly would also feel slightly less painful as one of its more intended uses. ]