[ Lan Wangji has always been partial to Wei Wuxian's.. everything.. so now as they kiss and fool around on the floor, with those sweet little moans and whines of encouragement ringing in his ears only being outdone by the scent of arousal drifting over him like an inescapable lure, it is a wonder he has any thread of coherency left at all.
Wei Ying isn't even attempting to fight him, is instead keeping him close— close enough that Lan Wangji can easily feel the hardness of arousal pressing against his own through the thin layers of clothing, and even without it he already knows from the scent that the body below him is wanting, is readying itself, inviting to be touched.
He parts from the kiss and, regrettably, frees Wei Wuxian's hands from his grip, but it's only because there is thankfully some logical thought still hanging around in that head of his, telling him how much of a pain it will be later on if he simply tore up their clothes while trying to be rid of them as fast as possible.
He still doesn't say anything, for speaking taking away from acting, as he sits back to kneel there between Wei Wuxian's legs and curls his fingers around the waistband of his shorts and just yanks them down, letting go with one hand and using it to efficiently manhandle one of his legs out of them, and then the other. It is now that he looks, surely with the expression of a ravenous beast which caught itself the most delectable prey as he stares at the flushed and hardened cock before him, then further below as his sight follows the trail of slick which glistens in the sunlight, shows what he could already sense through smell, that Wei Ying is wet and wanting and how easy it would be for him to just slide in—
Yeah, that's about as far as the thought goes before he moves to do away with the sweatpants he's wearing. ]
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Wei Ying isn't even attempting to fight him, is instead keeping him close— close enough that Lan Wangji can easily feel the hardness of arousal pressing against his own through the thin layers of clothing, and even without it he already knows from the scent that the body below him is wanting, is readying itself, inviting to be touched.
He parts from the kiss and, regrettably, frees Wei Wuxian's hands from his grip, but it's only because there is thankfully some logical thought still hanging around in that head of his, telling him how much of a pain it will be later on if he simply tore up their clothes while trying to be rid of them as fast as possible.
He still doesn't say anything, for speaking taking away from acting, as he sits back to kneel there between Wei Wuxian's legs and curls his fingers around the waistband of his shorts and just yanks them down, letting go with one hand and using it to efficiently manhandle one of his legs out of them, and then the other. It is now that he looks, surely with the expression of a ravenous beast which caught itself the most delectable prey as he stares at the flushed and hardened cock before him, then further below as his sight follows the trail of slick which glistens in the sunlight, shows what he could already sense through smell, that Wei Ying is wet and wanting and how easy it would be for him to just slide in—
Yeah, that's about as far as the thought goes before he moves to do away with the sweatpants he's wearing. ]