[Lan Zhan's thrusts become gentler, as if rewarding him for his obedience, and he gives a soft moan against his lips as they meet. The taste of copper diminishes, replaced with the warmth of his tongue, and the faint remnants of their earlier tea. Even that small brush of teeth feels electric, and he squeezes Lan Zhan's hand where their fingers twine together, their bodies rocking in unison.
When Lan Zhan shifts again, each sway of his hips presses up inside him, massaging its way over those sensitive nerve endings that make his back arch and his toes curl. With no lips to press his satisfaction into, his moans grow louder, punctuated by each motion.]
Lan Zha- Lan Er-gege... I... mm-
[His vision feels hazy, as Lan Zhan looks down at him, drunk on this feeling, so much sweeter than any wine could hope to be. His parted lips yield easily to the intrusion and he turns his head toward them, sucking on the tips, tongue moving experimentally against them. His teeth graze the pads of his fingers as Lan Zhan starts to grind against him in earnest, and he cries out, voice rough and lusty.]
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When Lan Zhan shifts again, each sway of his hips presses up inside him, massaging its way over those sensitive nerve endings that make his back arch and his toes curl. With no lips to press his satisfaction into, his moans grow louder, punctuated by each motion.]
Lan Zha- Lan Er-gege... I... mm-
[His vision feels hazy, as Lan Zhan looks down at him, drunk on this feeling, so much sweeter than any wine could hope to be. His parted lips yield easily to the intrusion and he turns his head toward them, sucking on the tips, tongue moving experimentally against them. His teeth graze the pads of his fingers as Lan Zhan starts to grind against him in earnest, and he cries out, voice rough and lusty.]