[ Moving from the door to bed is a brilliant idea, even if it makes Lan Zhan's ears burn. Part of him thinks he should slow this down, but the greater part wants to keep touching and kissing.
When Wei Ying straddles him, Lan Zhan slides a hand under his shirt, dragging his fingers up Wei Ying's side and around his back, just firm enough not to tickle. ] Nor did I, though I dreamt of it. Desired it.
[The feeling of Lan Zhan's hands on his bare skin is almost too much, drawing a small whimper from him. It's all Wei Ying can do to not just strip right there, and tear Lan Zhan's clothes off with them. Instead, for now, Wei Ying leans down to mouth at Lan Zhan's neck, scraping teeth over skin and soothing it with his tongue as he gradually works his way down.] What are you comfortable with, Lan Zhan?
[ Always quiet, the only sign that Lan Zhan is affected by Wei Ying's mouth on his neck is a sharp inhale and the flex of his hands on Wei Ying's back. ] With you? Everything.
[ 'Everything' might be too much at first, but Lan Zhan is unconcerned about that. He really does want everything. He slides his hands up, tugging at Wei Ying's shirt. If nothing else, he wants to see. ] And you?
[Lan Zhan being willing to do everything with him makes Wei Ying whine. He wants, so badly, but he knows he does not have the patience at the moment to go all the way. But he absolutely wants to.]
Everything with Lan Zhan. [Wei Ying doesn't even think when he pulls his shirt off, smiling down at Lan Zhan for a moment before pulling his shirt off as well. That layer out of the way, Wei Ying starts to kiss and lick at Lan Zhan's chest, exploring as if determined to map his skin with his tongue.]
[ That whine makes Lan Zhan shudder, and he reaches for Wei Ying once his shirt is off, hands trailing over his shoulders and back, desperate to touch. ]
Wei Ying. [ There is something he needs to mention if they're going to do this, whatever 'this' is, for the moment. ]
I have never done this before. [ That much is probably obvious, especially since Wei Ying is well aware of his lack of dating, but it felt relevant to mention.
It does give him an excuse to tug Wei Ying back up for another kiss, albeit brief. ]
[ Lan Zhan blinks at him, his lip curling up in a slight smile as he dips his head. ] I am glad.
[ Not that anything would change if Wei Ying had done this with someone else, but some of the tension drains out of his shoulders. His hands slide down Wei Ying's back to cup his ass, squeezing. ]
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When Wei Ying straddles him, Lan Zhan slides a hand under his shirt, dragging his fingers up Wei Ying's side and around his back, just firm enough not to tickle. ] Nor did I, though I dreamt of it. Desired it.
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[ 'Everything' might be too much at first, but Lan Zhan is unconcerned about that. He really does want everything. He slides his hands up, tugging at Wei Ying's shirt. If nothing else, he wants to see. ] And you?
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Everything with Lan Zhan. [Wei Ying doesn't even think when he pulls his shirt off, smiling down at Lan Zhan for a moment before pulling his shirt off as well. That layer out of the way, Wei Ying starts to kiss and lick at Lan Zhan's chest, exploring as if determined to map his skin with his tongue.]
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Wei Ying. [ There is something he needs to mention if they're going to do this, whatever 'this' is, for the moment. ]
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The sound of his name—and just his name—pulls Wei Ying out of his aroused haze, giving Lan Zhan his full attention.]
Yes, Lan Zhan? [His expression is a little confused, but still very much aroused and into what they're doing.]
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It does give him an excuse to tug Wei Ying back up for another kiss, albeit brief. ]
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When they pull apart this time, he smiles and reaches to tuck Lan Zhan's hair behind his ear.]
I haven't either. You're my first everything.
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[ Not that anything would change if Wei Ying had done this with someone else, but some of the tension drains out of his shoulders. His hands slide down Wei Ying's back to cup his ass, squeezing. ]