Oh. Right. Wei Ying's only wearing a shirt at the moment.
He'd almost forgotten about that.
Not a single protest passes from his lips, partly because of how bruising the kiss is but mostly because he doesn't want to. In fact, the protests he'd voiced in the shower couldn't be further from his mind as they are now. He gasps into Lan Zhan's mouth, one hand immediately reaching down to undo his lover's pants while he hooks his other arm around his neck to balance himself. All thoughts of just being held by Lan Zhan have evaporated, too, replaced by something much more primal and basic.
He returns the kiss with equal fervor, body starting to tremble lightly with the strength of his want for this man.
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He'd almost forgotten about that.
Not a single protest passes from his lips, partly because of how bruising the kiss is but mostly because he doesn't want to. In fact, the protests he'd voiced in the shower couldn't be further from his mind as they are now. He gasps into Lan Zhan's mouth, one hand immediately reaching down to undo his lover's pants while he hooks his other arm around his neck to balance himself. All thoughts of just being held by Lan Zhan have evaporated, too, replaced by something much more primal and basic.
He returns the kiss with equal fervor, body starting to tremble lightly with the strength of his want for this man.