[ This entire experience is so strange, so surreal, that Wei Wuxian doesn't know exactly what to do about it other than just... go with it for now. He does squirm, his nipples sensitive (which makes him swear, why is Mo Xuanyu's body so sensitive?) and the licks and sucks Xue Yang lays on him has his face flushing, red creeping up from his collarbone and turning his face a rosy pink. He expects Xue Yang to be done quickly, to get bored easily, but the man remains longer than Wei Wuxian could predict and so, by the time he's done, Wei Wuxian is very off-kilter.
But then Xue Yang is baiting him, your turn he says and Wei Wuxian is immediately set on edge because damnit, he can't lose now. He was so brave going into this and just because it's Xue Yang he's playing with — no! He's going to do this! He's going to win!
So, he coughs politely, picks up the dice and shakes them in his hand a little before tossing them.
He gets a three and a seven. Kiss neck. That's... kind of tame, really! Not too bad. He can do that. ]
Alright, come here.
[ He's going to reach for Xue Yang's jacket lapels, in order to tug him in closer. ]
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But then Xue Yang is baiting him, your turn he says and Wei Wuxian is immediately set on edge because damnit, he can't lose now. He was so brave going into this and just because it's Xue Yang he's playing with — no! He's going to do this! He's going to win!
So, he coughs politely, picks up the dice and shakes them in his hand a little before tossing them.
He gets a three and a seven. Kiss neck. That's... kind of tame, really! Not too bad. He can do that. ]
Alright, come here.
[ He's going to reach for Xue Yang's jacket lapels, in order to tug him in closer. ]