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蓝忘机 ʟᴀɴ ᴡᴀɴɢᴊɪ ☁️ 蓝湛 ʟᴀɴ ᴢʜᴀɴ ([personal profile] billowing) wrote in [personal profile] sadflutenoises 2020-07-22 10:48 pm (UTC)

[ He doesn't know whether he prefers the sight of Wei Ying mewling his names so sweetly, or crying out for him as the pleasures of his body overrides the words of his mind. Lucky him, that he shouldn't need to choose, holding onto Wei Ying's thighs as his hips start to snap against him, sounds of skin on skin honestly just as sharp as before when he'd struck the flesh with his hand.

And yet, he supposes, if Wei Ying has any complaint about this, it's probably buried in his body underneath the moaning, underneath his body's natural responses.

He tries to move his fingers away but doesn't make it very far, fingers and thumb on his pulse, gently wrapping around the sides of his neck in a choke, though he's careful to rest his palm on his collar and not his throat. Lan Wangji holds him down and rocks into him like this, hips as if chasing vengeance, his heart possessively repeating, mine, mine, mine.

In this way, with the canting of his hips and the bruises that will form tomorrow on his throat and chest, Lan Wangji wonders if Wei Ying will still doubt his desires. He supposes, should that happen, he will have to try harder to ruin his gait and mottle his skin, until he is truly and fully satisfied.
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