"Patience," he murmurs again, drinking in the sight of Wei Ying before him as he unfastens his robes, one after the other, and lays them open.
"So beautiful."
He leans forward, a lock of his hair falling over his shoulder to brush against Wei Ying's skin, and kisses the center of his chest.
"My Wei Ying."
Slowly, he stretches out against him again as he kisses his way upward once more. He slides his free hand along Wei Ying's arm to his wrist, then to one of Wei Ying's hands, twining their fingers together.
Lan Wangji raises his head and looks down at him, then finally takes his mouth in another heated, passion-filled kiss, and relaxes his hold on Wei Ying's wrists.
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"So beautiful."
He leans forward, a lock of his hair falling over his shoulder to brush against Wei Ying's skin, and kisses the center of his chest.
"My Wei Ying."
Slowly, he stretches out against him again as he kisses his way upward once more. He slides his free hand along Wei Ying's arm to his wrist, then to one of Wei Ying's hands, twining their fingers together.
Lan Wangji raises his head and looks down at him, then finally takes his mouth in another heated, passion-filled kiss, and relaxes his hold on Wei Ying's wrists.