[ Lan Zhan, still frozen, finds himself arching his back up and into the touch of Wei Ying's hands. They melt away some of his panic and embolden him to touch in return, pinching both of Wei Ying's nipples with a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity. Could a man really enjoy such things? In his guilty explorations of his own body, he'd found his chest to be far from sensitive, at least beneath his own fingers. ]
Mn, okay. [ He leans in to kiss the side of Wei Ying's neck, confident he'll enjoy that as he had earlier in the kitchen. ] I... like Wei Ying.
[ Groaning at his own reply, he buries his face closer to the crook of Wei Ying's neck and tries to escape the dangers of retreating into his own mind. He's fantasized about this moment for what feels like a lifetime, but now that he has Wei Ying beneath him, he still struggles to know the correct course of action. It's not as if he can tie him up on their first night together. ] Don't know, I was not creative when masturbating.
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Mn, okay. [ He leans in to kiss the side of Wei Ying's neck, confident he'll enjoy that as he had earlier in the kitchen. ] I... like Wei Ying.
[ Groaning at his own reply, he buries his face closer to the crook of Wei Ying's neck and tries to escape the dangers of retreating into his own mind. He's fantasized about this moment for what feels like a lifetime, but now that he has Wei Ying beneath him, he still struggles to know the correct course of action. It's not as if he can tie him up on their first night together. ] Don't know, I was not creative when masturbating.