[ Oh no, Wei Ying thinks, watching that smile spread across Lan Zhan's face.
Lan Zhan is gorgeous in a way Wei Ying can't put into words, stunning and hot and completely oblivious to his own looks, elegant and restrained. Individual pieces of him are beautiful; together, he takes Wei Ying's breath away. This smile makes him even more beautiful, which Wei Ying didn't know was possible. His breath catches in his throat, heart thumping in his chest.
Wei Ying would never say he's all that possessive, but he finds, in this moment, that he's thankful Lan Zhan keeps his emotions close to his heart and rarely smiles. It's incredibly selfish, but he wants to be the only one to see that smile. He swallows past a lump in his throat and laughs, the sound shaky. ] I love you, Lan Zhan.
[ He has to bite down on his tongue to keep from asking Lan Zhan to marry him right then and there. Dating first. That's important. And he distracts himself from that thought by reaching down, tugging at the hem of Lan Zhan's shirt. ] Off. Let me see you.
[ If Lan Zhan knew of those possessive thoughts, he would be quick to reassure Wei Ying that he is the only reason for such smiles to exist. Lan Zhan's life is far from tragic, but there is nothing in it that can make him as happy as Wei Ying can. Even now, three little words are enough to make his eyes soften as he dips closer to kiss Wei Ying. ] Love you, Wei Ying.
[ Humming once in agreement, Lan Zhan leans up and tugs his shirt off without bothering with the buttons. The fact that he lets it fall to the floor will hopefully be enough to show his impatience, the same thing that urges him to pull off Wei Ying's shirt as well. He pauses then to look down at the bare expanse of his torso, suddenly uncertain with how to progress. All of his knowledge comes from very guilty forays into pornography, and even then he knew that they weren't realistic portrayals.
He clears his throat and reaches down, hands tentatively spreading over Wei Ying's chest. ] Should I touch here?
[ Wei Ying has seen Lan Zhan shirtless before, so it's not like he isn't aware of the breadth of his shoulders and his muscular torso, but there's a very big difference between seeing Lan Zhan change his shirt and seeing Lan Zhan strip his shirt off, baring himself to Wei Ying's eyes.
He's gorgeous, but then, Wei Ying hadn't expected anything more. He's so busy staring, barely even blinking when Lan Zhan strips off his shirt as well, that it takes a moment for him to parse what Lan Zhan's question. ]
You can touch me anywhere you like. [ Likewise, most of his knowledge comes from pornography and personal explorations, although he feels a little more confident sliding his hands over Lan Zhan's shoulders and around to his back, squeezing. ] If I don't like it, I'll tell you, but I assure you, I'm going to love your hands on me, anywhere you want to put them. What do you like?
[ 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.
[ Nipples have never been a thing that Wei Ying's paid attention to. He has them, he knows other people have them, but he's never paid attention to them. Now, however, with Lan Zhan's hands on him, with him pinching them, Wei Ying is incredibly thankful for whatever evolutionary advantage gave them nipples. He gasps, arching up into Lan Zhan's hands. ] Again. More.
[ Between Lan Zhan's hands on his nipples and mouth on his neck, he feels almost overwhelmed, but in a good way. ] Okay. Not creative. That's fine. Good, actually, we'll explore each other. God, I can't believe I get to do this, get to put my hands on you and—
[ He cuts himself off by pressing his lips to Lan Zhan's shoulder, one hand tracing down his back to his ass, squeezing it through his pants. He hums against his shoulder, pressing kisses there, and rocking up against his boyfriend. ]
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Lan Zhan is gorgeous in a way Wei Ying can't put into words, stunning and hot and completely oblivious to his own looks, elegant and restrained. Individual pieces of him are beautiful; together, he takes Wei Ying's breath away. This smile makes him even more beautiful, which Wei Ying didn't know was possible. His breath catches in his throat, heart thumping in his chest.
Wei Ying would never say he's all that possessive, but he finds, in this moment, that he's thankful Lan Zhan keeps his emotions close to his heart and rarely smiles. It's incredibly selfish, but he wants to be the only one to see that smile. He swallows past a lump in his throat and laughs, the sound shaky. ] I love you, Lan Zhan.
[ He has to bite down on his tongue to keep from asking Lan Zhan to marry him right then and there. Dating first. That's important. And he distracts himself from that thought by reaching down, tugging at the hem of Lan Zhan's shirt. ] Off. Let me see you.
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[ Humming once in agreement, Lan Zhan leans up and tugs his shirt off without bothering with the buttons. The fact that he lets it fall to the floor will hopefully be enough to show his impatience, the same thing that urges him to pull off Wei Ying's shirt as well. He pauses then to look down at the bare expanse of his torso, suddenly uncertain with how to progress. All of his knowledge comes from very guilty forays into pornography, and even then he knew that they weren't realistic portrayals.
He clears his throat and reaches down, hands tentatively spreading over Wei Ying's chest. ] Should I touch here?
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He's gorgeous, but then, Wei Ying hadn't expected anything more. He's so busy staring, barely even blinking when Lan Zhan strips off his shirt as well, that it takes a moment for him to parse what Lan Zhan's question. ]
You can touch me anywhere you like. [ Likewise, most of his knowledge comes from pornography and personal explorations, although he feels a little more confident sliding his hands over Lan Zhan's shoulders and around to his back, squeezing. ] If I don't like it, I'll tell you, but I assure you, I'm going to love your hands on me, anywhere you want to put them. What do you like?
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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.
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[ Between Lan Zhan's hands on his nipples and mouth on his neck, he feels almost overwhelmed, but in a good way. ] Okay. Not creative. That's fine. Good, actually, we'll explore each other. God, I can't believe I get to do this, get to put my hands on you and—
[ He cuts himself off by pressing his lips to Lan Zhan's shoulder, one hand tracing down his back to his ass, squeezing it through his pants. He hums against his shoulder, pressing kisses there, and rocking up against his boyfriend. ]