[ Oh. Oh, yes. This is definitely going in a direction they can't return from but it doesn't matter because it feels good. Wei Wuxian loves drowning in Lan Wangji's kisses. The more passionate he becomes, the more Wei Wuxian sinks into it, kissing him back with eager, wanting presses of his lips. His arms move to curl around Lan Wangji's shoulders, gripping the back of his robes as he presses more against him and kisses him harder.
There's this desperation in him that he doesn't know how to explain. This ache in his body that isn't fulfilled except whenever Lan Wangji is kissing him or doing anything to him. The physicality that comes from having sex with Lan Wangji is something that doesn't feel near as satisfying with anyone else. He has fun, sure, but this gnawing hunger in his chest, his heartbeat faster than a hummingbird, his entire body feeling like it's on fire...
Only Lan Wangji. Only him.
There's also a deeper, darker part of him that just thinks — he wants to be owned by Lan Wangji. He doesn't want anyone to touch him except for him. He doesn't want to ever leave his side or his bed. But these thoughts are crazy, aren't they? So he doesn't give them any oxygen to breathe, not yet, not now, not when it's so confusing in his heart to acknowledge them. No, instead he will just kiss the other man, burying himself against his arms to do so. ]
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There's this desperation in him that he doesn't know how to explain. This ache in his body that isn't fulfilled except whenever Lan Wangji is kissing him or doing anything to him. The physicality that comes from having sex with Lan Wangji is something that doesn't feel near as satisfying with anyone else. He has fun, sure, but this gnawing hunger in his chest, his heartbeat faster than a hummingbird, his entire body feeling like it's on fire...
Only Lan Wangji. Only him.
There's also a deeper, darker part of him that just thinks — he wants to be owned by Lan Wangji. He doesn't want anyone to touch him except for him. He doesn't want to ever leave his side or his bed. But these thoughts are crazy, aren't they? So he doesn't give them any oxygen to breathe, not yet, not now, not when it's so confusing in his heart to acknowledge them. No, instead he will just kiss the other man, burying himself against his arms to do so. ]