[ In answer to that question he does not speak in words, instead letting his fingertips ghost over his chest once again as his mouth moves down to Wei Wuxian's neck, nipping at the skin again before he sucks onto it; testing to see what he can get away with and seeing what noises he can draw out as he nuzzles at his neck afterwards, speaking into it. ]
Too much silence, before.
[ In his life. For too long. Should never have been allowed to happen. Lan Wangji means it in all serious— perhaps too much seriousness to bring upon certain, ah, activities. ]
I always enjoy hearing Wei Ying. A reminder that he lives.
[ Whether that is laughing, joking, complaining or, apparently, moaning through getting fucked. ]
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Too much silence, before.
[ In his life. For too long. Should never have been allowed to happen. Lan Wangji means it in all serious— perhaps too much seriousness to bring upon certain, ah, activities. ]
I always enjoy hearing Wei Ying. A reminder that he lives.
[ Whether that is laughing, joking, complaining or, apparently, moaning through getting fucked. ]