It's such a familiar position to be in that Wei Ying can't help but wonder how much he remembers this time. Or if this is simply some kind of past life instinct. He's spent much time studying Lan Zhan and trying to determine just where the line between life and death in him lies.
His thoughts are disrupted by the feeling of Lan Zhan's fingers working inside him and he groans encouragingly.
"I've missed you. I've missed you so much," he mumbles to himself, arching his neck to give him more access to his throat.
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on 2020-02-13 04:08 pm (UTC)His thoughts are disrupted by the feeling of Lan Zhan's fingers working inside him and he groans encouragingly.
"I've missed you. I've missed you so much," he mumbles to himself, arching his neck to give him more access to his throat.