[It takes a concentrated effort to relax as Lan Zhan's fingers began to work him open. He couldn't help but tighten occasionally, when Lan Zhan touched him just so, crooking those fingers inside him or when the burn started to become too much, too fast. He never asked Lan Zhan to stop, or slow down though, his body communicating instead through sharp breaths and hushed whimpers.
Overwhelming as it was, he still tried to help, tried to open his legs a bit further, to cant his hips upward. As a third finger worked its way inside, and Lan Zhan began searching, Wei Wuxian wasn't shy in his responses, rewarding him with pleased moans of:]
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Overwhelming as it was, he still tried to help, tried to open his legs a bit further, to cant his hips upward. As a third finger worked its way inside, and Lan Zhan began searching, Wei Wuxian wasn't shy in his responses, rewarding him with pleased moans of:]
So good, please-! Yes- ah-
[And:]
There, right- there.