[ Lan Wangji tips up Wei Ying's chin as he turns his face to suckle a kiss at his neck, as if he needed any more red and purple flowers blooming on his skin in the morning. With his legs, he forces Wei Ying's thighs further apart, stroking him at a steady pace, pausing only to wet his fingers in the mess he'd made.
He could honestly keep going like this, finding new ways to please Wei Ying even after he releases a second time. But like limiting himself to no more than three bowls per meal, he thinks perhaps after this, he will just let Wei Ying bask lazily and pleasantly numb in afterglow.
But that's getting ahead of himself. ]
I will still prove that I do.
[ He gives the underside of Wei Ying's jaw a little nibble. ]
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He could honestly keep going like this, finding new ways to please Wei Ying even after he releases a second time. But like limiting himself to no more than three bowls per meal, he thinks perhaps after this, he will just let Wei Ying bask lazily and pleasantly numb in afterglow.
But that's getting ahead of himself. ]
I will still prove that I do.
[ He gives the underside of Wei Ying's jaw a little nibble. ]
Everyday.