The kiss catches Wei Ying off-guard, enough that he freezes for a couple of seconds, mind going blank. Then he begans to slowly respond, putting down his spoon before reaching up to cup Lan Zhan's face in his hands. His lips move carefully against the other man's, opening up slightly in an invitation to deepen it.
It's probably been a long time since they've done this, too, Wei Ying realizes. Just how long he's not sure. Suddenly, he's aware of an indescribable ache in his chest that starts driving him up and out of his seat. Experience has taught him that the only way to ease it is more contact.
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on 2020-01-29 10:14 am (UTC)It's probably been a long time since they've done this, too, Wei Ying realizes. Just how long he's not sure. Suddenly, he's aware of an indescribable ache in his chest that starts driving him up and out of his seat. Experience has taught him that the only way to ease it is more contact.