[ Wei Ying holds his wrist to his throat and oh, the gesture is sweet. He feels overcome by emotion in this moment, that Wei Ying isn't intimidated by his possessiveness, and invites him to selfishness, to roughness, to a physical representation of the words he can't say: I love you, I want you, I missed you, I died with you.
He'd waited and waited for sixteen years for someone else to come strike a flame in his heart, but he'd already known a place by Wei Ying's side close to Heaven, and nothing else could compare.
Lan Wangji drives into him with the hunger of a man starved, back bowed over Wei Ying as he drops to an elbow for support, breathing ragged breaths as he pleasure wracks through him and sets his skin alight. He calls for Wei Ying, two, three times, punctuated by stops and starts and grunts.
And he squeezes, just a little bit harder, moving his hand upwards to tilt Wei Ying's head back and pull him taught like stringing his instrument, messily mouthing at his cheek in an attempt to kiss him. ]
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He'd waited and waited for sixteen years for someone else to come strike a flame in his heart, but he'd already known a place by Wei Ying's side close to Heaven, and nothing else could compare.
Lan Wangji drives into him with the hunger of a man starved, back bowed over Wei Ying as he drops to an elbow for support, breathing ragged breaths as he pleasure wracks through him and sets his skin alight. He calls for Wei Ying, two, three times, punctuated by stops and starts and grunts.
And he squeezes, just a little bit harder, moving his hand upwards to tilt Wei Ying's head back and pull him taught like stringing his instrument, messily mouthing at his cheek in an attempt to kiss him. ]