[It's not enough that Lan Zhan can keep up the unrelenting pace, his skin stinging with each smack of flesh against flesh, but he continues to raise the stakes. Just when Wei Wuxian is sure he can't keep going, that it's too much, he's given a sharp reminder of how much more it can be.
He cries out when his hair is yanked, eyes beginning to water and tear up. Not that it much matters, with his face buried in the pillow, a heavy pressure against his neck, and his hair still held in a tight fist; the silk quickly becoming a mess of tears and saliva as he moans himself hoarse against it.
His hips shudder weakly, even as he tries to buck against Lan Zhan's hand. It's so hard to take a breath, pressed as he is, but his struggles are unsteady at best, hands unable to grasp anything but sheets beneath them. He almost doesn't register Lan Zhan's softly spoken words, and even then, it's difficult to reply with anything but a faint nod, his voice a muffled whine.]
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He cries out when his hair is yanked, eyes beginning to water and tear up. Not that it much matters, with his face buried in the pillow, a heavy pressure against his neck, and his hair still held in a tight fist; the silk quickly becoming a mess of tears and saliva as he moans himself hoarse against it.
His hips shudder weakly, even as he tries to buck against Lan Zhan's hand. It's so hard to take a breath, pressed as he is, but his struggles are unsteady at best, hands unable to grasp anything but sheets beneath them. He almost doesn't register Lan Zhan's softly spoken words, and even then, it's difficult to reply with anything but a faint nod, his voice a muffled whine.]