[Lan Zhan eagerly meets that kiss. His hands smooth along his husband's back, drawing him closer. His lips part willingly to let Wuxian in.
One hand slides lower, underneath silk to grip possessively a round, firm cheek. He knows he wants whatever his devious husband has in mind, but he refuses to not partake of such a lovely treat when it's within reach. ]
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One hand slides lower, underneath silk to grip possessively a round, firm cheek. He knows he wants whatever his devious husband has in mind, but he refuses to not partake of such a lovely treat when it's within reach. ]