[ But Wei Ying really is a gremlin child of a husband, and it does look like he has some shame. Lan Wangji looks about as satisfied as he possibly can, to know this about his beloved Wei Ying, and with his hand still fixated on that lovely round cheek, he leans in and whispers: ]
Let me massage it better.
[ He uncaps the oil and lets it drip all over his fingers, warming up the liquid in his hands, before dipping his hands below and actually massaging the general area, his fingers seeking out and rubbing against soft skin. He doesn't press too hard, just dissolving some of the oil into the back of his thighs and the swell of his ass, before he nudges Wei Ying's legs apart. ]
Does it still sting?
[ His breath is slightly ragged, rough underneath Wei Ying's jaw, every once in awhile leaving a possessive kiss to his throat. ]
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Let me massage it better.
[ He uncaps the oil and lets it drip all over his fingers, warming up the liquid in his hands, before dipping his hands below and actually massaging the general area, his fingers seeking out and rubbing against soft skin. He doesn't press too hard, just dissolving some of the oil into the back of his thighs and the swell of his ass, before he nudges Wei Ying's legs apart. ]
Does it still sting?
[ His breath is slightly ragged, rough underneath Wei Ying's jaw, every once in awhile leaving a possessive kiss to his throat. ]