[ His hand stays there since it hasn't been moved, just kind of idly gripping his ass as he focuses on the thoughts overwhelming his mind. He is happy Wei Wuxian is here, even if that is incredibly selfish. He shouldn't have to be subjected to being roped into tricks like this, but even so..
Lan Wangji has lived in a world without that lighthearted tone as his best friend, only friend, his Wei Ying, laughs and chatters away. Existed without the warm touch of his hands which now burns into his skin. It is selfish greed to want to be able to keep it here but he has all the same, especially when combined with the scent which screams at him to keep him close.
Wei Ying says kiss me and his gaze immediately drops to those moving lips. It's so ingrained in him to provide the other man with whatever he wants that Lan Wangji almost gives it immediately. Almost. But there is a thought which lingers in his mind, perhaps the only one still doing its best to stay connected with sanity, which tells him this isn't how it should be. ]
You do not mean it. It is the effects of this curse.
[ Wei Ying wouldn't ask to be kissed by him, otherwise. He knows he is not liked in that way, and that reality is enough to dampen those flames of desire just enough to reel it back in, to regretfully peel his hands away— albeit slowly— as fingertips dig into the tree bark either side of them. ]
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Lan Wangji has lived in a world without that lighthearted tone as his best friend, only friend, his Wei Ying, laughs and chatters away. Existed without the warm touch of his hands which now burns into his skin. It is selfish greed to want to be able to keep it here but he has all the same, especially when combined with the scent which screams at him to keep him close.
Wei Ying says kiss me and his gaze immediately drops to those moving lips. It's so ingrained in him to provide the other man with whatever he wants that Lan Wangji almost gives it immediately. Almost. But there is a thought which lingers in his mind, perhaps the only one still doing its best to stay connected with sanity, which tells him this isn't how it should be. ]
You do not mean it. It is the effects of this curse.
[ Wei Ying wouldn't ask to be kissed by him, otherwise. He knows he is not liked in that way, and that reality is enough to dampen those flames of desire just enough to reel it back in, to regretfully peel his hands away— albeit slowly— as fingertips dig into the tree bark either side of them. ]