[He squirms happily at the trail of kisses, legs spreading wantonly to both give his husband better access and leave room for him to kneel between them. A blissful sigh leaves his lips as the weight settles on top of him and he grins, letting his head fall back as those kisses and nips draw a series of pleasured gasps, the roll of his hips earning a moan]
L-Lan Zhan... I belong to you, body and soul, my love.
[His heart flutters in his chest hearing the breathy confirmation. His lips find Wuxian's again and he delves deep, sliding his tongue along his husband's.
He lifts Wuxian's legs one by one to rest against his shoulders, forcing the other man's body to curl and ass cheeks to spread. He reaches for the small jar nestled in the top corner of their bed, obscured from view by pillows. Moving the lid, he dips his fingers into scented oil. He brought his hand in between Wuxian's legs, letting a drop land in between his cheeks and slip down his butt. However, he didn't touch him yet.]
[His legs settle comfortably against Lan Zhan and he doesn't even mind the bend - this is a well-practiced move by now and he's more than flexible enough to be manhandled into position without strain.
The drip of oil makes him squirm, pouting at Lan Zhan for teasing him so, but there's still anticipation gleaming in his eyes and the pout is definitely just for show]
I'll be good for you, I promise.
[Of course they both know that's a lie, but it's one told playfully, and his tone is appropriately contrite]
He might be playing up the roughness just a little because of their game, but nothing he'd think Wuxian wouldn't enjoy.
He grins at the obedient answer, but smooths a hand down one ass cheek. Abruptly, his palm is lifted and slaps back down against the fleshy skin. "That's for earlier." He moves his hand back and slaps the reddening skin again.
Before Wuxian can say anything, his mouth is being smothered in another heated kiss.
The smack on his ass earns a gasp of surprise, though Wei Ying feels a flood of arousal immediately afterwards - he'll pretend he doesn't, of course, but he loves it when his husband gets like this, there's just something delicious about that sting.
He surrenders gleefully to the kiss, kissing back with desperate hunger.
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[He squirms happily at the trail of kisses, legs spreading wantonly to both give his husband better access and leave room for him to kneel between them. A blissful sigh leaves his lips as the weight settles on top of him and he grins, letting his head fall back as those kisses and nips draw a series of pleasured gasps, the roll of his hips earning a moan]
L-Lan Zhan... I belong to you, body and soul, my love.
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He lifts Wuxian's legs one by one to rest against his shoulders, forcing the other man's body to curl and ass cheeks to spread. He reaches for the small jar nestled in the top corner of their bed, obscured from view by pillows. Moving the lid, he dips his fingers into scented oil. He brought his hand in between Wuxian's legs, letting a drop land in between his cheeks and slip down his butt. However, he didn't touch him yet.]
Are you going to continue to misbehave?
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[His legs settle comfortably against Lan Zhan and he doesn't even mind the bend - this is a well-practiced move by now and he's more than flexible enough to be manhandled into position without strain.
The drip of oil makes him squirm, pouting at Lan Zhan for teasing him so, but there's still anticipation gleaming in his eyes and the pout is definitely just for show]
I'll be good for you, I promise.
[Of course they both know that's a lie, but it's one told playfully, and his tone is appropriately contrite]
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He grins at the obedient answer, but smooths a hand down one ass cheek. Abruptly, his palm is lifted and slaps back down against the fleshy skin. "That's for earlier." He moves his hand back and slaps the reddening skin again.
Before Wuxian can say anything, his mouth is being smothered in another heated kiss.
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The smack on his ass earns a gasp of surprise, though Wei Ying feels a flood of arousal immediately afterwards - he'll pretend he doesn't, of course, but he loves it when his husband gets like this, there's just something delicious about that sting.
He surrenders gleefully to the kiss, kissing back with desperate hunger.