Wei Ying seems, so far, to enjoy it. There was a small part of Lan Wangji that was afraid it would be too shocking even for Wei Ying and he is glad to see the pleasure break over Wei Ying's delicate, lovely face.
He feels so hot against his tongue as he traces up where Wei Ying is growing wet and slick. He remembers what the book had said about technique, thinks about what he had learned with various vegetables he had practiced on and closes his mouth around what fits comfortably, fingers firmly around the rest.
Good is the first thing he thinks before he slowly starts to move. He likes this, he likes how entirely debauched and devoted he feels, doing this. All for Wei Ying, always.
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He feels so hot against his tongue as he traces up where Wei Ying is growing wet and slick. He remembers what the book had said about technique, thinks about what he had learned with various vegetables he had practiced on and closes his mouth around what fits comfortably, fingers firmly around the rest.
Good is the first thing he thinks before he slowly starts to move. He likes this, he likes how entirely debauched and devoted he feels, doing this. All for Wei Ying, always.