( Kiss. And he drew Wei Ying here, at Lan Wangji's own invitation, and surely, surely he cannot pull back now. He would be a fool too. Is one still, overcome with faint yearning, slowly convincing himself that if only he heeds Wei Ying, no harm can be born of it.
They are grown men, after all. Men of discipline, of virtue. Kiss me like you did earlier.
And so, Lan Wangji does, careful in his downward sweep, hushing Wei Ying silent with an open-mouthed invitation, licking at his lower lip, teasing it open. Tongue to tongue, and breaths and moans exchanged, until Lan Wangji is flush and craving. )
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They are grown men, after all. Men of discipline, of virtue. Kiss me like you did earlier.
And so, Lan Wangji does, careful in his downward sweep, hushing Wei Ying silent with an open-mouthed invitation, licking at his lower lip, teasing it open. Tongue to tongue, and breaths and moans exchanged, until Lan Wangji is flush and craving. )
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