[ Despite that Wei Ying was nearly incoherent, and moaning his name, and had finished twice, he still wants to know that they are both enjoying themselves. He brushes Wei Ying's hair back and turns his face in towards him to share in his air.
He is satisfied with the answer given, holding Wei Ying in his arms, basking in their shared afterglow. He wants every night to be like this, tiring out his husband who is otherwise so full of boundless energy.
Lan Wangji looks at Wei Ying and his softly-lidded eyes and peach-blushed skin, and there's only adoration in his eyes. If he could project love, Wei Ying could feel it. But if he cannot, then Lan Wangji will take up his hands, and bring them to his lips, and kiss his knuckles hoping that he gets the picture. ]
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He is satisfied with the answer given, holding Wei Ying in his arms, basking in their shared afterglow. He wants every night to be like this, tiring out his husband who is otherwise so full of boundless energy.
Lan Wangji looks at Wei Ying and his softly-lidded eyes and peach-blushed skin, and there's only adoration in his eyes. If he could project love, Wei Ying could feel it. But if he cannot, then Lan Wangji will take up his hands, and bring them to his lips, and kiss his knuckles hoping that he gets the picture. ]