Wei Ying groans at the entry, dragging Lan Zhan down for a kiss. It's much better this way, much less awkward and clumsy. Maybe the other way will be easier with some additional research but right now, this is all he wants.
He tangles his legs with Lan Zhan's, heels pressing lazily into his calves.
"You feel so good," he murmurs softly, pressing one peck after another to his husband's lips. "You can go as fast and hard as you want. Make me scream, Er-Gege. Make me scream."
Not this isn't a part of their 'everyday' activities anyway but it feels especially important restore the usual order of things right now to him.
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on 2020-03-03 09:07 pm (UTC)He tangles his legs with Lan Zhan's, heels pressing lazily into his calves.
"You feel so good," he murmurs softly, pressing one peck after another to his husband's lips. "You can go as fast and hard as you want. Make me scream, Er-Gege. Make me scream."
Not this isn't a part of their 'everyday' activities anyway but it feels especially important restore the usual order of things right now to him.