( He's slow to shimmy on over, but brazen and headstrong, and Lan Wangji, quick to tip himself half sitting against the wall so that Wei Ying might better perch himself, has never met a cause over which the Yiling Patriarch could not win. No odds defy him, no battle frightens him. His wish be done.
And so he finds himself grounding his palm at the small of Wei Ying's back, welcoming the slight parting of his legs, until Lan Wangji may gently receive him. His hand walks the length of Wei Ying's belly, only distracted by recovering the single nearest layer of silks — Lan Wangji's own, through hazard — and slipping it over his lover's shoulders. For comfort, he needn't say. )
Holes, Wei Ying said. ( This, perhaps, with more authority than Lan Wangji suspects will ever haunt his bones, gaze intent on the riddle of Wei Ying's arousal, before him. ) Will... any do?
( Tellingly, he licks the seam of his own lips, to reveal his meaning. A taste. He enjoyed the one before. )
[Wei Wuxian's eye are drawn to the slight peeking of tongue, and one doesn't need any more hints as to what Lan Zhan means.
He settles himself properly against his husband, leaning back and resting some of his weight against his large, warm hands. He cannot get over how large Lan Zhan's hands are, they're wonderful.]
Does my husband want to offer his mouth? [He reaches out, thumb following the path the tongue made earlier on Lan Zhan's lip, before settling on the plush lower and pulling slightly.] He wants me inside him?
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And so he finds himself grounding his palm at the small of Wei Ying's back, welcoming the slight parting of his legs, until Lan Wangji may gently receive him. His hand walks the length of Wei Ying's belly, only distracted by recovering the single nearest layer of silks — Lan Wangji's own, through hazard — and slipping it over his lover's shoulders. For comfort, he needn't say. )
Holes, Wei Ying said. ( This, perhaps, with more authority than Lan Wangji suspects will ever haunt his bones, gaze intent on the riddle of Wei Ying's arousal, before him. ) Will... any do?
( Tellingly, he licks the seam of his own lips, to reveal his meaning. A taste. He enjoyed the one before. )
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He settles himself properly against his husband, leaning back and resting some of his weight against his large, warm hands. He cannot get over how large Lan Zhan's hands are, they're wonderful.]
Does my husband want to offer his mouth? [He reaches out, thumb following the path the tongue made earlier on Lan Zhan's lip, before settling on the plush lower and pulling slightly.] He wants me inside him?