When Wei Ying moves, he just drags him forward, pulls him against his own body without breaking the kiss. The hand on his chin moves to his hair, fingers tugging the band loose and letting it fall before he just cups the back of Wei Ying's head and deepens the kiss. His other hand settles on the small of Wei Ying's back before trailing down, fingers slipping under the edge of his shirt to brush against his skin.
And then he breaks the kiss, eyes opening to meet Wei Ying's for a long moment, his lips parting briefly before he takes a slow breath. "...It's been too long." The words are quiet, fingers twisting in Wei Ying's hair to pull his head back.
And then his mouth is on Wei Ying's throat, biting there just hard enough to leave a mark, Wangji's fingers stroking up the line of his spine
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on 2020-01-29 10:23 am (UTC)And then he breaks the kiss, eyes opening to meet Wei Ying's for a long moment, his lips parting briefly before he takes a slow breath. "...It's been too long." The words are quiet, fingers twisting in Wei Ying's hair to pull his head back.
And then his mouth is on Wei Ying's throat, biting there just hard enough to leave a mark, Wangji's fingers stroking up the line of his spine