[ Oh no. So is Wei Wuxian. Don't challenge him, he can't say no to a challenge. Though, he's well enough aware he couldn't take Beowulf in a physical fight. Which is why it's good they're doing something else physical instead.
But honestly, he doesn't have a reason not to do this, not to flirt and have fun and see where this goes. If it's just making out, that's fine. If it's sex, that's even better. Beowulf is attractive and energetic and has a good body. All things Wei Wuxian likes.
When he says his name though, there's a soft laugh from Wei Wuxian and then he offers — ]
Wei Ying is my birth name, if that's easier.
[ He's used to giving his courtesy name, keeping his birth name for those he's close to but. He thinks Beowulf would have an easier time with the "Ying" over the "Wuxian". But he likes the sound of Beowulf's voice, the deep timbre making him shiver and it's easy to undo the red ribbon keeping his hair up, letting it all fall down across his neck and shoulders. He looks a little more disheveled like that, face a little more boyish and cute.
His fingers remain curled in Beowulf's hair, lingering in his personal space and with a hum, he repeats — ]
Beowulf.
[ He sounds pleased while he says it, doesn't doubt it being Beowulf's name at all. Why would he? It sounds just as normal as anything else. For now, he'll lean forward into Beowulf's space, pressing a kiss to his nose and then lingering, inky black hair curtaining the two of them a little as he hovers over Beowulf's face.
Something he adores, huh? ]
I like men who know exactly where to touch.
[ And as he says this, fingers curl around one of Beowulf's wrists, dragging it down to rest on his waist. Wei Wuxian has a thin, snatched waist and a plump, full backside. A thing he knows his lovers tend to like about him the most. ]
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But honestly, he doesn't have a reason not to do this, not to flirt and have fun and see where this goes. If it's just making out, that's fine. If it's sex, that's even better. Beowulf is attractive and energetic and has a good body. All things Wei Wuxian likes.
When he says his name though, there's a soft laugh from Wei Wuxian and then he offers — ]
Wei Ying is my birth name, if that's easier.
[ He's used to giving his courtesy name, keeping his birth name for those he's close to but. He thinks Beowulf would have an easier time with the "Ying" over the "Wuxian". But he likes the sound of Beowulf's voice, the deep timbre making him shiver and it's easy to undo the red ribbon keeping his hair up, letting it all fall down across his neck and shoulders. He looks a little more disheveled like that, face a little more boyish and cute.
His fingers remain curled in Beowulf's hair, lingering in his personal space and with a hum, he repeats — ]
Beowulf.
[ He sounds pleased while he says it, doesn't doubt it being Beowulf's name at all. Why would he? It sounds just as normal as anything else. For now, he'll lean forward into Beowulf's space, pressing a kiss to his nose and then lingering, inky black hair curtaining the two of them a little as he hovers over Beowulf's face.
Something he adores, huh? ]
I like men who know exactly where to touch.
[ And as he says this, fingers curl around one of Beowulf's wrists, dragging it down to rest on his waist. Wei Wuxian has a thin, snatched waist and a plump, full backside. A thing he knows his lovers tend to like about him the most. ]