[ The only thing better to Lan Wangji here than his own release is Wei Ying's, watching him finish, watching his whole body shake apart under his touch. And so his ministrations continue, breath hot at his neck. His hand, now freed from his hair, spreads across the front of his stomach and holds them together. ]
Wei Ying... Ha...
[ Despite feeling spent, and over-sensitive, he slowly moves his hips back and forth to continue some semblance of the motion from before, so long as his cock hasn't softened quite yet, so long as he's still able to pleasure his husband-to-be.
Eventually, when he can't take it anymore, he pulls entirely out of him, and falls back, though he hooks an arm around Wei Ying to pull him backward on top of him. He can't get enough, can't keep his hands or his mouth or his mind off of him. ]
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Wei Ying... Ha...
[ Despite feeling spent, and over-sensitive, he slowly moves his hips back and forth to continue some semblance of the motion from before, so long as his cock hasn't softened quite yet, so long as he's still able to pleasure his husband-to-be.
Eventually, when he can't take it anymore, he pulls entirely out of him, and falls back, though he hooks an arm around Wei Ying to pull him backward on top of him. He can't get enough, can't keep his hands or his mouth or his mind off of him. ]