[ His calls grow in desperation, and it's likely Wei Ying can only hear them from the proximity, as all else is drowned out by the sound of their skin, by the sound of the groans of the mattress below them.
Almost suddenly, Lan Wangji hoists himself up on his hands, and pulls out of him, letting go of his neck to draw a hand down his front, head tilted back at the sight, pupils blown wide and lips parted. The bruises are coming in, and with Wei Ying's hair a mess and spit on his cheek, sweaty and flushed, he looks absolutely debauched. Wrecked. Gorgeous.
It won't take long for Lan Wangji to explain what it is he's doing or why he's stopped, because he pats Wei Ying on the thigh and gently guides him to move over onto his knees. He'll have Wei Ying from any angle and any position he possibly can, make love to him so thoroughly he would forget all else in the world save for the immediate vicinity of this bed. ]
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[ His calls grow in desperation, and it's likely Wei Ying can only hear them from the proximity, as all else is drowned out by the sound of their skin, by the sound of the groans of the mattress below them.
Almost suddenly, Lan Wangji hoists himself up on his hands, and pulls out of him, letting go of his neck to draw a hand down his front, head tilted back at the sight, pupils blown wide and lips parted. The bruises are coming in, and with Wei Ying's hair a mess and spit on his cheek, sweaty and flushed, he looks absolutely debauched. Wrecked. Gorgeous.
It won't take long for Lan Wangji to explain what it is he's doing or why he's stopped, because he pats Wei Ying on the thigh and gently guides him to move over onto his knees. He'll have Wei Ying from any angle and any position he possibly can, make love to him so thoroughly he would forget all else in the world save for the immediate vicinity of this bed. ]