Yes-- [Wei Wuxian squirms at the onslaught of Lan Zhan's tongue, but he doesn't actually attempt to move away. In fact, he's attempting to move even further towards Lan Zhan, as far as Lan Zhan will allow him, because he feels like his husband still controls the pace of this whole encounter.
Shouldn't he be able to regulate himself better than this? If it was just him and his hand, he wouldn't be so frantic, so desperate. But the man between his legs is someone he's been mooning over since was younger, and with his lamentably weak self-control, he can't help himself.
He wants all of Lan Zhan. He can only hold himself so much.]
( Yes. Perhaps rigid, reticent, less enthusiastic than Lan Wangji might have hoped for an initial assessment, but still a passing grade. And if Wei Ying is evaluating the state of Lan Wangji's ability to continue, then he isn't wholly opposed.
He looks up, hesitant, licking his lower lip with rare intent but unmitigated interest, honeyed. He could eat this man whole, it strikes him. And he starts, unbidden, by bringing Wei Ying's right hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles while he bides time for the aforementioned throat to recover completely. )
Would Wei Ying wish to ensure otherwise? ( He has seen, after all, his husband's appetite for violence in battle. Some men, he knows, extend it to their private lives. )
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Shouldn't he be able to regulate himself better than this? If it was just him and his hand, he wouldn't be so frantic, so desperate. But the man between his legs is someone he's been mooning over since was younger, and with his lamentably weak self-control, he can't help himself.
He wants all of Lan Zhan. He can only hold himself so much.]
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He looks up, hesitant, licking his lower lip with rare intent but unmitigated interest, honeyed. He could eat this man whole, it strikes him. And he starts, unbidden, by bringing Wei Ying's right hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles while he bides time for the aforementioned throat to recover completely. )
Would Wei Ying wish to ensure otherwise? ( He has seen, after all, his husband's appetite for violence in battle. Some men, he knows, extend it to their private lives. )