[ All these noises are sweet notes that play a symphony and move Lan Wangji, mouthing against Wei Ying's neck mostly to lathe the skin there with the flat of his tongue, his fingers relentlessly pushing in at that angle that makes him moan. ]
Perfect.
[ The word gets mostly swallowed up in his mouth pressed against Wei Ying's skin. His lips start to get a little restless, and leave love-bites that will turn into bruises tomorrow, and mark Wei Ying. He could think of nothing better tomorrow, than to see Wei Ying hobble, than to see him carry around little red spots so everyone can see just as clearly as if Lan Wangji had tied a ribbon around his wrist. ]
You're perfect.
[ He shifts them, then, guiding Wei Ying fully onto his back, settling in between his legs. He withdraws his fingers and then uses them to once again, cover his cock with the massage oil, to give his entrance another generous coating of it.
Only when he's satisfied, does he move into position. With his arms hooked one underneath each of Wei Ying's knees, Lan Wangji pulls him roughly forward on the bed to get him closer, bedsprings creaking underneath the sudden jerk, and then guides himself properly inward. ]
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Perfect.
[ The word gets mostly swallowed up in his mouth pressed against Wei Ying's skin. His lips start to get a little restless, and leave love-bites that will turn into bruises tomorrow, and mark Wei Ying. He could think of nothing better tomorrow, than to see Wei Ying hobble, than to see him carry around little red spots so everyone can see just as clearly as if Lan Wangji had tied a ribbon around his wrist. ]
You're perfect.
[ He shifts them, then, guiding Wei Ying fully onto his back, settling in between his legs. He withdraws his fingers and then uses them to once again, cover his cock with the massage oil, to give his entrance another generous coating of it.
Only when he's satisfied, does he move into position. With his arms hooked one underneath each of Wei Ying's knees, Lan Wangji pulls him roughly forward on the bed to get him closer, bedsprings creaking underneath the sudden jerk, and then guides himself properly inward. ]