That.. that has him frozen, lips parted slightly gaze locked on Wei Ying, just watching him while he tries to get his brain back into some sort of remotely functional state. Then he just moves, pinning him to the couch, one hand pulling Wei Ying's away before he's got his own fingers there instead, his mouth on Wei Ying's neck.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2020-02-13 03:39 pm (UTC)"...Shameless." It's breathed against his skin.