[Despite his efforts, Wei Wuxian has always considered himself a terribly flawed human being. That Lan Zhan can see perfection, even if it's just in the way their bodies fit together, it only drives him on, hoping to please him ever more. The apple of his throat hitches against Lan Zhan's tongue, reminiscent of prey before a predator and he makes another soft whimpering noise against his open mouth.
The bites are like the sting of spice against his tongue and he savors the feeling of each, as they're peppered over his body. Lan Zhan pulls him forward, shifting him on to his back, and he makes quite a sight, hair fanned out messily behind him, hands fisted haphazardly in the sheets near his head, looking thoroughly debauched.
While it's not without the now-familiar stretch of muscle as Lan Zhan begins, the motion feels much smoother, the slick slide of the oil easing the way. There's still a gasp of staggered breath and a reflexive tightening around his cock as he presses in.]
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The bites are like the sting of spice against his tongue and he savors the feeling of each, as they're peppered over his body. Lan Zhan pulls him forward, shifting him on to his back, and he makes quite a sight, hair fanned out messily behind him, hands fisted haphazardly in the sheets near his head, looking thoroughly debauched.
While it's not without the now-familiar stretch of muscle as Lan Zhan begins, the motion feels much smoother, the slick slide of the oil easing the way. There's still a gasp of staggered breath and a reflexive tightening around his cock as he presses in.]
That's... because you fit me so well.
[He smiles up, body flushed and waiting.]