The entry hurts without lubrication, more than he'd expected, and tears of pain spring to his eyes. As usual, this comes with its own strange pleasure as all the thwarted emotions he's been containing since the last time they'd said goodbye burst free from the dam that's held them at bay for so long.
The couch isn't the most comfortable for this and the angle's awkward but Wei Ying reaches up to touch him anywhere he can.
"Go slow. Be gentle at first," he directs in a soft, pained voice that's saturated with love.
In the past, he's usually been Lan Zhan's first sexual encounter and he's unsure if that's changed with the times. Either way, he's taking the lead as has become his habit with most of his lovers in the fifteen hundred years or so.
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on 2020-02-14 01:56 am (UTC)The couch isn't the most comfortable for this and the angle's awkward but Wei Ying reaches up to touch him anywhere he can.
"Go slow. Be gentle at first," he directs in a soft, pained voice that's saturated with love.
In the past, he's usually been Lan Zhan's first sexual encounter and he's unsure if that's changed with the times. Either way, he's taking the lead as has become his habit with most of his lovers in the fifteen hundred years or so.