[ 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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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. ]