What's going on? Why in the world is Lan Wangji stopping? There's a blink and his eyes opening, expression one of surprise as he takes in the rejection, processes it, finds it absolutely confusing and then whines. His scent shifts to something more sour, more upset, because the rejection stings and he's so confused over what's just happened, thrown so hard by it.
His hands stay around Lan Wangji's shoulders, fingers gripping the back of his shirt but he pulls his head back to look at his face, confusion etched on his features followed by a budding misery. ]
You... don't want to kiss me?
[ Embarrassment hits him, foreign in its taste and overwhelming. He's just made an ass of himself in front of Lan Wangji, hasn't he? He thought — well, he doesn't know what he was thinking. He just knew it felt good, the two of them pressed together, the heat of their bodies. Maybe he's gotten too used to the carefree attitude around sex that Golden Peacock has and now he's made a fool of himself in front of the only person who matters.
He pulls his hands back and buries his face in his hands, slumping against the tree. ]
Shit, I'm sorry. I thought — [ He thought Lan Wangji felt the same way, that the only person he'd want to spend this time with would be each other. That even if they were getting carried away because of the game, at least it was with someone they wanted. But Lan Wangji doesn't want him, he's just trying to keep him safe. He really should've known better. ] Nevermind what I thought. I'll keep my hands to myself.
[ He can't look Lan Wangji in the eye now, face pink from embarrassment and scent no longer dripping in arousal but with an added scent of sadness to it. He feels like a cold bucket of water was just dumped on him. ]
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What's going on? Why in the world is Lan Wangji stopping? There's a blink and his eyes opening, expression one of surprise as he takes in the rejection, processes it, finds it absolutely confusing and then whines. His scent shifts to something more sour, more upset, because the rejection stings and he's so confused over what's just happened, thrown so hard by it.
His hands stay around Lan Wangji's shoulders, fingers gripping the back of his shirt but he pulls his head back to look at his face, confusion etched on his features followed by a budding misery. ]
You... don't want to kiss me?
[ Embarrassment hits him, foreign in its taste and overwhelming. He's just made an ass of himself in front of Lan Wangji, hasn't he? He thought — well, he doesn't know what he was thinking. He just knew it felt good, the two of them pressed together, the heat of their bodies. Maybe he's gotten too used to the carefree attitude around sex that Golden Peacock has and now he's made a fool of himself in front of the only person who matters.
He pulls his hands back and buries his face in his hands, slumping against the tree. ]
Shit, I'm sorry. I thought — [ He thought Lan Wangji felt the same way, that the only person he'd want to spend this time with would be each other. That even if they were getting carried away because of the game, at least it was with someone they wanted. But Lan Wangji doesn't want him, he's just trying to keep him safe. He really should've known better. ] Nevermind what I thought. I'll keep my hands to myself.
[ He can't look Lan Wangji in the eye now, face pink from embarrassment and scent no longer dripping in arousal but with an added scent of sadness to it. He feels like a cold bucket of water was just dumped on him. ]