[ Lan Wangji whispers merely soft "mm?"s against Wei Ying's ear, as if asking him to clarify things that surely he is in no state to clarify at the moment. He looks over Wei Ying's shoulder as the white fluid marks up his entire front, as it joins the previous mess they'd made.
And Wei Ying whose skin is covered in red and purple flowers with white branches, who's filled with release, completely wrecked and ruined, has possibly never looked more beautiful to Lan Wangji.
He lets Wei Ying fall back, cushions his fall, cradles him, turns his head to pepper his cheek with honey-sweet kisses light as butterfly landings. And he wants this, every night, for the rest of their lives, to invent new ways to please his husband. Wei Ying had such a creative, inventive mind; he doesn't anticipate this will be a problem in the bedroom.
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And Wei Ying whose skin is covered in red and purple flowers with white branches, who's filled with release, completely wrecked and ruined, has possibly never looked more beautiful to Lan Wangji.
He lets Wei Ying fall back, cushions his fall, cradles him, turns his head to pepper his cheek with honey-sweet kisses light as butterfly landings. And he wants this, every night, for the rest of their lives, to invent new ways to please his husband. Wei Ying had such a creative, inventive mind; he doesn't anticipate this will be a problem in the bedroom.
For now, he'll let Wei Ying catch his breath. ]
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