[ With Wei Ying's legs spread like two pleats of a fan, Lan Wangji feels his breath hitch as he bites back a moan, longing to capture within his mind the exact way the light hits his skin, the creamy color of his thighs, the way his lips part over a sigh. He's gorgeous, and he's all Lan Wangji's to claim.
Gently, with one hand continuing the massage of his thighs and his hips and the lovely round of his ass, Lan Wangji pauses just to get a little more massage oil on his other fingers. As the perfume has started to permeate the bed, he supposes he might forever associate the scent to this lovemaking, but it hardly matters. He presses a finger gently into Wei Ying, slick and warm.
As it turns out, this is much easier than their more alternative method, and Lan Wangji is quickly pumping one finger in and out of him, hoping that this part will someday become more pleasurable to him than invasive. ]
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Gently, with one hand continuing the massage of his thighs and his hips and the lovely round of his ass, Lan Wangji pauses just to get a little more massage oil on his other fingers. As the perfume has started to permeate the bed, he supposes he might forever associate the scent to this lovemaking, but it hardly matters. He presses a finger gently into Wei Ying, slick and warm.
As it turns out, this is much easier than their more alternative method, and Lan Wangji is quickly pumping one finger in and out of him, hoping that this part will someday become more pleasurable to him than invasive. ]