[practically melts into the kiss, surrendering into Lan Wangji's hold on him. rougher touches were always deliciously overwhelming in their intensity, but this way has him thinking more of that first time, when Lan Wangji clearly held himself back for his sake. it has his heart swelling with emotion and his grip on Lan Wangji's hair tightens--don't let go, though who that message is meant for is really debatable. his back arches as he's brought to and then over the edge, a cry largely still caught in his throat since he's not entirely willing to part from the kiss.]
[Lan Wangji's hand gentles as he works him through it, still kissing him warm and deep and intense, a slow thrill going through him at Wei Wuxian's surrender and pleasure, the way Wei Wuxian clutches at him, the fading muffled echo of his cry in the quiet here, the solidity of him in his arms. he's as satisfied by it as he might be by an orgasm of his own.]
[Wei Wuxian can still feel the hardness of Lan Wangji's own arousal beneath him, though, and it's an especially heady feeling that has him shivering as he comes down from his orgasm, movements slowing but not stopping. he only backs from the kiss enough to get air, to murmur "Er-gege" and mouth other silent syllables that could be a name.]
[the iron grip of the arm around Wei Wuxian loosens as he relaxes more. Lan Wangji's mouth presses to his jaw, then his cheek, then his temple, in response to his words. his hands are still moving on Wei Wuxian's skin, trailing over his balls and the soft insides of his thighs, teasing up his chest, an easy, almost casual exploration]
[a laugh bubbles up, an almost lazy delighted and relieved sound. he feels hot where Lan Wangji touches him, still sensitive, skin jumping as he leans into them languidly even as he makes a point to grind down a bit against Lan Wangji.]
Mmm... I'm here, too...
[mind's still a bit sluggish but quickly picking itself back up.]
[he is glad, glad, glad for that every day, memories or no memories, whether they're in a strange fae realm or familiar home. he remembers that he hadn't even dared hope for this here in Popdrop, anything like this. even after they've fallen into bed here together more than once he still feels oddly daring about making his own desire obvious, pressing up against the heady friction of Wei Wuxian's movements. he does it, though. his breathing's roughened.]
[it's such a small tell, but having experienced Lan Wangji letting go of his control suddenly makes every little hint of a loss of it that much more exciting. he wants more of that, greedily wanting more of those angles and sides of Lan Wangji he didn't get to see before this place.
he trails his hand from Lan Wangji's hair down to his face, tilting his head so he can look at him.]
How do you want me? I'll try whatever you want.
[he has ideas for himself, of course, but he's curious if the other man will give his usual answer or not.]
[Wei Ying, is always the answer. every day, every way, Lan Wangji's starving greed for him a well without a bottom, insatiable. his eyes are heavy-lidded, trained on Wei Wuxian's face, burning.]
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[the iron grip of the arm around Wei Wuxian loosens as he relaxes more. Lan Wangji's mouth presses to his jaw, then his cheek, then his temple, in response to his words. his hands are still moving on Wei Wuxian's skin, trailing over his balls and the soft insides of his thighs, teasing up his chest, an easy, almost casual exploration]
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Mmm... I'm here, too...
[mind's still a bit sluggish but quickly picking itself back up.]
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[he is glad, glad, glad for that every day, memories or no memories, whether they're in a strange fae realm or familiar home. he remembers that he hadn't even dared hope for this here in Popdrop, anything like this. even after they've fallen into bed here together more than once he still feels oddly daring about making his own desire obvious, pressing up against the heady friction of Wei Wuxian's movements. he does it, though. his breathing's roughened.]
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he trails his hand from Lan Wangji's hair down to his face, tilting his head so he can look at him.]
How do you want me? I'll try whatever you want.
[he has ideas for himself, of course, but he's curious if the other man will give his usual answer or not.]
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Do not...hold back.