Possessiveness was strongly discouraged by the rules of his clan, and for the most part, Lan Zhan never had a need to possess anything. His needs were taken care of, and he did not want for material possessions. But Wei Ying was a different story; he wanted everything that Wei Ying was offering, wanted to hear every little sound, feel every little movement.
Lavishing the nipple with his tongue to soothe the sting of the bite, he dragged his hands down Wei Ying's sides, palming his hips. "You do not need to keep quiet," he whispered, moving his mouth to focus on the other nipple, treating it to the same torture: lips curling around it, teeth biting down and tongue soothing the sting.
His hardness had curved up and lay drooling against his belly, growing more
and more hard at each touch and whisper against him. Wei Ying cried out and
arched against him again, pushing up against the strong hands, when he felt
another sting of a bite on his nipple. The sensitive skin peaked at Lan
Zhan's attentions, yearning for more and to be soothed by that tongue.
"Lan Zhan!"
He wondered, dazedly, if he would be able to shout loud enough for anyone
to hear him beyond the Jingshi, down to Caiyi Town. Fire spread through his
body and ignited his blood. Why did Lan Zhan want to wait?! Why did he
wait?! Why did he not tease Lan Zhan into this when they were teenagers?!
He gasped and arched against the firm hold again and again.
Lan Zhan drank in pants and gasps, the words soothing the old, aching wound in his chest where Wei Wuxian's death and disappearance still stung. He relished them, longed to draw out more.
He settled between Wei Ying's legs, his mouth now trailing down that slim chest and pale skin, kissing and biting and licking at random spots, taking care to soothe the few faint scars he found.
"Mm." Nothing more than a simple sound in response to Wei Ying's words, but it carried an acknowledgment and a response. He was just as much Wei Ying's.
He wouldn't have done this when they were younger, but part of him does regret never getting the chance, especially as his lips draw closer to his groin. He's never done this with anyone, rarely even touched himself, but he can't resist the urge and wraps his hand around Wei Ying's length, feeling the heat of his arousal.
Each bite seared into him and Wei Ying couldn't help himself from filling
the Jinshi with his moans. He tried to prop himself up, see what Lan Zhan
was doing. His eyes widened as he got closer and closer to his hardness.
There was fooling around but how far would Lan Zhan be willing to--
"Lan Zhan!" he cried out.
The cool touch around the heat of his arousal had him shouting toward the
heavens and he balled his hands into fists to keep from spending too
quickly. His hand was a balm against his hardness and he wondered if Lan
Zhan ever experimented. There were nights when he himself had explored his
body a little, letting his hands wander in the darkness under the blankets.
He had explored his own body a few times, perfunctory when nothing had been able to relieve the ache of arousal (usually caused by Wei Ying, when they'd been younger, and later, his memory). Once, he had let his mind wander, but that had been dangerous, exposing his heart and desires. He had stopped after that.
But he knew something of how to do this, keeping his grip gentle, his speed slow at first, teasing the tip with his thumb. It's impossible to look at both Wei Ying's face and his hands, so he settles for watching the play of emotions on his face, drinking in every sound Wei Ying makes.
The slow pace was a mercy. Any quicker and Wei Ying knew he would spend too
soon. His eyes fluttered shut and he laid back out on the floor, not able
to hold himself up anymore. His legs spread a little, letting Lan Zhan sit
more comfortably as he went about his task. Lan Zhan's name fell from his
lips like a prayer as he rocked his hips up into the fist, precome making
the pull that much easier for him.
He opened his eyes and looked at Lan Zhan, panting harder than he was a
moment ago.
"Is this what you want to see, Lan Zhan?" he teased. He pushed himself up
and reached to slide his hand along Lan Zhan's collar. "What if I want to
touch you too? Will you let me?"
He tightened his grip slightly, gathering that leaking precome to slick his hand, only speeding up once Wei Ying was rocking his hips up, once he was sure it was enjoyable. He still didn't go too fast, wanting to savor every moment of this, their first encounter.
"You can always touch me, Wei Ying." There was never a moment when he didn't want Wei Ying's hands on him, and he wouldn't deny his beloved a chance to touch now.
He made quick work of the ties of Lan Zhan's robes, wanting to get his
hands on him as well. Wei Ying was no expert yet he let his hands roam
along Lan Zhan's body, learning it as much as he can. He brushed his
fingers over his nipples, wanting to see if Lan Zhan was also sensitive to
it. His fingers danced lightly over the scars that Lan Zhan had sustained
over the years.
He takes care to slip his robes off his shoulders, although it means he has to let go of Wei Ying for a moment, but soon enough he's free of those robes. No one else had ever touched him with such reverence, or such desire, and the feeling of Wei Ying's hands against his chest made him draw in a sharp breath, a bitten-off moan escaping him as those gorgeous fingers brushed his nipples.
"Wei Ying," he said, voice rendered rough with desire. He didn't even pay attention to the fingers on his scars, unconcerned with the reasons for them. Even the ones on his back he did not think deeply on and did not associate their presence with Wei Ying.
He drank in the sight of Lan Zhan. He had been lucky; between the two of them, he'd seen Lan Zhan without his clothes more often than Lan Zhan had seen him without his clothes. All those surprise visits to the Cold Springs paid off as Wei Ying continued his explorations, touching what he only saw before.
He glanced up at Lan Zhan's face as he reached and circled his fingers around Lan Zhan's own hardness. This was certainly not cool to the touch like the rest of his intended. It felt hot, hard, in his hand. Wei Ying grinned up at him, soaking in the desire from Lan Zhan. Then, he began to stroke, curling his fingers and giving as much pressure as he was getting, wanting Lan Zhan to feel pleasure as well.
Lan Zhan controls his body to an unrivaled degree; he walks with grace and precision, his swordwork is elegant, cultivation pristine. It's an envied skill and he finds it useful, controlling his reflexes and movements.
The touch of Wei Ying's hand around his length shatters all of that. He bucks his hips, drawing in a ragged breath, a small groan escaping his lips as he shudders atop Wei Ying. It's only the years of training that keep him from falling apart at his hands and ending this moment too soon. He has to pause in his stroking for a moment to gather his wits and remember that moment of control, but soon enough he's back to moving his hand over Wei Ying's hardness. His hand is a little faster now, his breathing slightly ragged, a sheen of sweat at his temple.
His eyes widened at seeing Lan Zhan react to his touch.
He craved more.
Wei Ying continued to stroke him. He sat up a little and cradled Lan Zhan's
cheek with his free hand and guided him to an impassioned kiss, wanting to
taste and swallow each groan greedily. Pleasure coursed through his veins
with the strokes quickening on his own hardness. He leaked freely now,
closer and closer to his own peak.
"Lan Zhan," he moaned openly against his lips. Shameless. Utterly shameless
as he's stroking and writhing against his love. "I want you to feel good as
well, beloved."
He wanted to drown in all of Lan Zhan. Filthy, unfiltered thoughts coursed
through his mind: their wedding night, when Lan Zhan could possess him
truly, completely, utterly. The heft in his hand was sizable. A shiver ran
through him at the thought of taking that in. He was close. His hips buck
at the faster strokes.
It's incredibly hard for Lan Zhan to let go, far too disciplined to drop his guard. But this is Wei Ying, his love, the man soon to be his husband. It might be improper now, but soon enough they will be sharing a marital bed.
If there is one person he can let go with, it's Wei Ying. So he pulls his betrothed closer, rocking into his hand and letting a small groan escape him. He'll never be loud, but it's a beginning.
"Wei Ying makes me feel good," he whispers, pressing small kisses to Wei Ying's lips. "Anything you do." But especially this, having Wei Ying in his arms, his clever fingers stroking over him. Soon enough he'll be able to do this and more, without issue or concern.
The groan sets fire to his blood; it's small and quiet yet it rings loudly in his ears. Wei Ying's eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the sound. His hand gathers the precome and slicks it along Lan Zhan's length, moving faster as his own hips bucking up into Lan Zhan's tight grip again and again.
"Lan Zhan," come the breathless gasps.
The low whispers against him fan the flames even hotter and hotter.
"Lan Zhan, I can't wait to have you take me in our marital bed. To make me yours completely." He whimpers, unable to stop the filth that spills from his lips, "I can't wait to feel you within me and call out your name as my husband. My husband!"
He barely is able to bite out the word when he feels himself tense up and paint the space between them with his spend. Wei Ying gasps and strokes Lan Zhan faster, hoping he would join him in the moment of ecstacy.
Lan Zhan has read a few books of pornography, out of curiosity and a desire to understand what might transpire between two people in the bedroom. A few pictures had aroused something in him, ruthlessly squashed down, and the words had mostly left him cold.
But it must have just been that none of the pictures were of Wei Ying, and none of the words said in his beloved voice. When he starts speaking, filth escaping his lips, Lan Zhan groans louder, gasping Wei Ying's name, desire pooling low in his belly. He wants to close his eyes and imagine that, taking his beloved in their bed, but he can't look away from Wei Ying's beloved face, ecstatic with pleasure.
He drops his head to Wei Ying's shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he comes, and it's only a matter of moments before he hits that moment of ecstasy, body shuddering as his release paints their bellies and hands.
The bite adds to the pleasure and he arched up at it, gasping his beloved’s
name as more seem to spur out, joining the mixed come cooking on his belly.
He groans; if this is what it was like before they wed, he can’t wait to
see what happens after.
He licks his lips.
“Lan Zhan...”
That says it all right there. His lover, his partner, his true love and
confidante in every way.
"Wei Ying." He lifts his head to look down at his love, noting the pleasure on his face and in his eyes. He did that, brought Wei Ying to climax and put that look upon his face.
"I love you," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips and pressing against Wei Ying's prone body. They are sticky with their release, but he doesn't care; he doesn't want to be parted from him at the moment.
He certainly brought him to such pleasure that he feels as if he could sink into the bed. He kisses back and reaches up to cradle Lan Zhan's face.
"I love you," he whispers back.
The air is thick with their cooling pleasure and he brings Lan Zhan's body closer to him. They could clean up the mess in a moment. He wants to bathe in the afterglow with his love for a few moments more.
He snuggles close to Lan Zhan, feeling warm and happy and sated. The world
seems to just slot back into being right whenever they're together. He
kisses the nearest part of Lan Zhan he could reach, along his collarbones,
before nuzzling into his neck.
"Tomorrow?"
A playful grin plays on his own lips as he tilts his head to place a soft
kiss along the pale column of his neck, his hands already roaming along Lan
Zhan's side.
"Are you so eager to conquer me, husband?" he teases.
The teasing words, especially when Wei Ying uses that endearment, are enough to make his eyes go dark and his hands to flex against Wei Ying's body.
"Yes." He says it abruptly. Then, feeling the tips of his ears burn, looks away. "Not conquer. Love." And then, because lying is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, he amends, "A little conquering."
His ears are still burning, and he has to force himself to look down at Wei Ying, although it's hard to both look at him and think about conquering him without something fierce and possessive stir inside him. "Only if you want that."
The dark eyes and the flex sends a shiver down his spine. He meant it as a
tease but the fierceness in his beloved has him wondering if they truly
need the celebration. Why couldn't they just elope again? Then Lan Zhan
could take him as many times as he wanted - every day if he wished.
His fingers tap under Lan Zhan's chin, turning him back so that he could
feel the embers start to burn within him again at the look on his face. Wei
Ying gives an overexaggerated pout. The red ears is something he wishes to
kiss and soothe away. Lan Zhan had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Lan Zhan," he says, a tone that sounds scolding but truly is in jest. "I
want to be conquered and loved at different times, my husband. And I
would be glad to be so every day. Even if I would not be able to move the
next day."
The wedding isn't too far off, and now would be an inopportune time to elope, considering the celebrations that have been planned, but for not the first time in his life, Lan Zhan mentally curses his insistence upon following rules.
Still, there had been a reason he wanted to do this properly, and that does matter. So he gentles his fingers, running his hands down Wei Ying's side, and letting his love guide his face back. It's fine — until Wei Ying mentions not being able to move and oh, does that ever appeal, in a way Lan Zhan can't articulate, groaning as he thinks about it.
"Wei Ying," he says, his voice rendered husky with desire. "That's shameless."
The groan sends shivers down his spine. He wants it, he craves it. He wants to drown in Lan Zhan and be overtaken by him. Wei Ying wriggles a little against him.
"Is it shameless?"
He's barely innocent about it.
"Shameless would be lowering my collar a little when I'm able to walk again to show off the bite marks the great Hanguang Jun bestowed upon me or crying out your name until I'm hoarse and silenced without a silencing spell."
The teasing grin does not fade at all. In fact, he feels his own words stoke a desire within him.
"Or shameless would be for you to use the silencing spell so that no one hears me while you render me unable to walk properly."
Lan Zhan will always love Wei Ying, but he's making it extremely difficult to show any restraint. He has to bury his face in Wei Ying's hair, and although he attempts to hold still, his hips buck against Wei Ying's.
"Shameless," he repeats, his words muffled. "I would only use the silencing spell if we needed to remain quiet. In an inn, or visiting another clan. I like your words." And he enjoys the sounds Wei Ying makes in the midst of passion just as much.
"Could I—" he pauses, then lifts his head to look down at Wei Ying. "Tie you up?"
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Lavishing the nipple with his tongue to soothe the sting of the bite, he dragged his hands down Wei Ying's sides, palming his hips. "You do not need to keep quiet," he whispered, moving his mouth to focus on the other nipple, treating it to the same torture: lips curling around it, teeth biting down and tongue soothing the sting.
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His hardness had curved up and lay drooling against his belly, growing more and more hard at each touch and whisper against him. Wei Ying cried out and arched against him again, pushing up against the strong hands, when he felt another sting of a bite on his nipple. The sensitive skin peaked at Lan Zhan's attentions, yearning for more and to be soothed by that tongue.
"Lan Zhan!"
He wondered, dazedly, if he would be able to shout loud enough for anyone to hear him beyond the Jingshi, down to Caiyi Town. Fire spread through his body and ignited his blood. Why did Lan Zhan want to wait?! Why did he wait?! Why did he not tease Lan Zhan into this when they were teenagers?! He gasped and arched against the firm hold again and again.
"I'm yours, Lan Zhan. Yours."
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He settled between Wei Ying's legs, his mouth now trailing down that slim chest and pale skin, kissing and biting and licking at random spots, taking care to soothe the few faint scars he found.
"Mm." Nothing more than a simple sound in response to Wei Ying's words, but it carried an acknowledgment and a response. He was just as much Wei Ying's.
He wouldn't have done this when they were younger, but part of him does regret never getting the chance, especially as his lips draw closer to his groin. He's never done this with anyone, rarely even touched himself, but he can't resist the urge and wraps his hand around Wei Ying's length, feeling the heat of his arousal.
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Each bite seared into him and Wei Ying couldn't help himself from filling the Jinshi with his moans. He tried to prop himself up, see what Lan Zhan was doing. His eyes widened as he got closer and closer to his hardness. There was fooling around but how far would Lan Zhan be willing to--
"Lan Zhan!" he cried out.
The cool touch around the heat of his arousal had him shouting toward the heavens and he balled his hands into fists to keep from spending too quickly. His hand was a balm against his hardness and he wondered if Lan Zhan ever experimented. There were nights when he himself had explored his body a little, letting his hands wander in the darkness under the blankets.
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But he knew something of how to do this, keeping his grip gentle, his speed slow at first, teasing the tip with his thumb. It's impossible to look at both Wei Ying's face and his hands, so he settles for watching the play of emotions on his face, drinking in every sound Wei Ying makes.
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The slow pace was a mercy. Any quicker and Wei Ying knew he would spend too soon. His eyes fluttered shut and he laid back out on the floor, not able to hold himself up anymore. His legs spread a little, letting Lan Zhan sit more comfortably as he went about his task. Lan Zhan's name fell from his lips like a prayer as he rocked his hips up into the fist, precome making the pull that much easier for him.
He opened his eyes and looked at Lan Zhan, panting harder than he was a moment ago.
"Is this what you want to see, Lan Zhan?" he teased. He pushed himself up and reached to slide his hand along Lan Zhan's collar. "What if I want to touch you too? Will you let me?"
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"You can always touch me, Wei Ying." There was never a moment when he didn't want Wei Ying's hands on him, and he wouldn't deny his beloved a chance to touch now.
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He made quick work of the ties of Lan Zhan's robes, wanting to get his hands on him as well. Wei Ying was no expert yet he let his hands roam along Lan Zhan's body, learning it as much as he can. He brushed his fingers over his nipples, wanting to see if Lan Zhan was also sensitive to it. His fingers danced lightly over the scars that Lan Zhan had sustained over the years.
Because of him.
"Lan Zhan..."
He shook the thought from his head.
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"Wei Ying," he said, voice rendered rough with desire. He didn't even pay attention to the fingers on his scars, unconcerned with the reasons for them. Even the ones on his back he did not think deeply on and did not associate their presence with Wei Ying.
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He glanced up at Lan Zhan's face as he reached and circled his fingers around Lan Zhan's own hardness. This was certainly not cool to the touch like the rest of his intended. It felt hot, hard, in his hand. Wei Ying grinned up at him, soaking in the desire from Lan Zhan. Then, he began to stroke, curling his fingers and giving as much pressure as he was getting, wanting Lan Zhan to feel pleasure as well.
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The touch of Wei Ying's hand around his length shatters all of that. He bucks his hips, drawing in a ragged breath, a small groan escaping his lips as he shudders atop Wei Ying. It's only the years of training that keep him from falling apart at his hands and ending this moment too soon. He has to pause in his stroking for a moment to gather his wits and remember that moment of control, but soon enough he's back to moving his hand over Wei Ying's hardness. His hand is a little faster now, his breathing slightly ragged, a sheen of sweat at his temple.
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His eyes widened at seeing Lan Zhan react to his touch.
He craved more.
Wei Ying continued to stroke him. He sat up a little and cradled Lan Zhan's cheek with his free hand and guided him to an impassioned kiss, wanting to taste and swallow each groan greedily. Pleasure coursed through his veins with the strokes quickening on his own hardness. He leaked freely now, closer and closer to his own peak.
"Lan Zhan," he moaned openly against his lips. Shameless. Utterly shameless as he's stroking and writhing against his love. "I want you to feel good as well, beloved."
He wanted to drown in all of Lan Zhan. Filthy, unfiltered thoughts coursed through his mind: their wedding night, when Lan Zhan could possess him truly, completely, utterly. The heft in his hand was sizable. A shiver ran through him at the thought of taking that in. He was close. His hips buck at the faster strokes.
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If there is one person he can let go with, it's Wei Ying. So he pulls his betrothed closer, rocking into his hand and letting a small groan escape him. He'll never be loud, but it's a beginning.
"Wei Ying makes me feel good," he whispers, pressing small kisses to Wei Ying's lips. "Anything you do." But especially this, having Wei Ying in his arms, his clever fingers stroking over him. Soon enough he'll be able to do this and more, without issue or concern.
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"Lan Zhan," come the breathless gasps.
The low whispers against him fan the flames even hotter and hotter.
"Lan Zhan, I can't wait to have you take me in our marital bed. To make me yours completely." He whimpers, unable to stop the filth that spills from his lips, "I can't wait to feel you within me and call out your name as my husband. My husband!"
He barely is able to bite out the word when he feels himself tense up and paint the space between them with his spend. Wei Ying gasps and strokes Lan Zhan faster, hoping he would join him in the moment of ecstacy.
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But it must have just been that none of the pictures were of Wei Ying, and none of the words said in his beloved voice. When he starts speaking, filth escaping his lips, Lan Zhan groans louder, gasping Wei Ying's name, desire pooling low in his belly. He wants to close his eyes and imagine that, taking his beloved in their bed, but he can't look away from Wei Ying's beloved face, ecstatic with pleasure.
He drops his head to Wei Ying's shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he comes, and it's only a matter of moments before he hits that moment of ecstasy, body shuddering as his release paints their bellies and hands.
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The bite adds to the pleasure and he arched up at it, gasping his beloved’s name as more seem to spur out, joining the mixed come cooking on his belly. He groans; if this is what it was like before they wed, he can’t wait to see what happens after.
He licks his lips.
“Lan Zhan...”
That says it all right there. His lover, his partner, his true love and confidante in every way.
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"I love you," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips and pressing against Wei Ying's prone body. They are sticky with their release, but he doesn't care; he doesn't want to be parted from him at the moment.
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"I love you," he whispers back.
The air is thick with their cooling pleasure and he brings Lan Zhan's body closer to him. They could clean up the mess in a moment. He wants to bathe in the afterglow with his love for a few moments more.
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"I am patient," he whispers into Wei Ying's hair, lips quirking in a slightly smile. "But I find myself wishing the wedding were tomorrow."
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He snuggles close to Lan Zhan, feeling warm and happy and sated. The world seems to just slot back into being right whenever they're together. He kisses the nearest part of Lan Zhan he could reach, along his collarbones, before nuzzling into his neck.
"Tomorrow?"
A playful grin plays on his own lips as he tilts his head to place a soft kiss along the pale column of his neck, his hands already roaming along Lan Zhan's side.
"Are you so eager to conquer me, husband?" he teases.
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"Yes." He says it abruptly. Then, feeling the tips of his ears burn, looks away. "Not conquer. Love." And then, because lying is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, he amends, "A little conquering."
His ears are still burning, and he has to force himself to look down at Wei Ying, although it's hard to both look at him and think about conquering him without something fierce and possessive stir inside him. "Only if you want that."
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The dark eyes and the flex sends a shiver down his spine. He meant it as a tease but the fierceness in his beloved has him wondering if they truly need the celebration. Why couldn't they just elope again? Then Lan Zhan could take him as many times as he wanted - every day if he wished.
His fingers tap under Lan Zhan's chin, turning him back so that he could feel the embers start to burn within him again at the look on his face. Wei Ying gives an overexaggerated pout. The red ears is something he wishes to kiss and soothe away. Lan Zhan had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Lan Zhan," he says, a tone that sounds scolding but truly is in jest. "I want to be conquered and loved at different times, my husband. And I would be glad to be so every day. Even if I would not be able to move the next day."
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Still, there had been a reason he wanted to do this properly, and that does matter. So he gentles his fingers, running his hands down Wei Ying's side, and letting his love guide his face back. It's fine — until Wei Ying mentions not being able to move and oh, does that ever appeal, in a way Lan Zhan can't articulate, groaning as he thinks about it.
"Wei Ying," he says, his voice rendered husky with desire. "That's shameless."
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"Is it shameless?"
He's barely innocent about it.
"Shameless would be lowering my collar a little when I'm able to walk again to show off the bite marks the great Hanguang Jun bestowed upon me or crying out your name until I'm hoarse and silenced without a silencing spell."
The teasing grin does not fade at all. In fact, he feels his own words stoke a desire within him.
"Or shameless would be for you to use the silencing spell so that no one hears me while you render me unable to walk properly."
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"Shameless," he repeats, his words muffled. "I would only use the silencing spell if we needed to remain quiet. In an inn, or visiting another clan. I like your words." And he enjoys the sounds Wei Ying makes in the midst of passion just as much.
"Could I—" he pauses, then lifts his head to look down at Wei Ying. "Tie you up?"
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