[his cheeks are on fire, sounds spilling from his mouth with every bit of movement. he doesn't dare move or do anything that might make Lan Wangji stop, but oh, it doesn't take long for him to turn into a trembling mess. his claws have dug into the headboard so tightly it's the only reason he's still remotely upright; his head hangs down, black hair spilling down his front as he watches Lan Wangji work with wide eyes and parted lips. the illusion doesn't flicker once--instead it becomes sharper, more real, like he's holding tightly onto it in order to keep himself from losing control entirely]
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[his cheeks are on fire, sounds spilling from his mouth with every bit of movement. he doesn't dare move or do anything that might make Lan Wangji stop, but oh, it doesn't take long for him to turn into a trembling mess. his claws have dug into the headboard so tightly it's the only reason he's still remotely upright; his head hangs down, black hair spilling down his front as he watches Lan Wangji work with wide eyes and parted lips. the illusion doesn't flicker once--instead it becomes sharper, more real, like he's holding tightly onto it in order to keep himself from losing control entirely]