He neither knows nor at this moment cares about the reasons for Gusu Lan's long-ago attire choices, instead being much more interested in the taste of Wei Ying's mouth, the warmth of his skin, the feel of his body against his own.
As Wei Ying pulls his robes open, however, he wraps his arms around him and rolls them both over, so that Wei Ying is lying on top of him, now, and kisses him again.
(And if doing so means that his back is hidden by the mattress, well... he would rather they not be reminded of his scars right now. He does not think that Wei Ying will truly mind.)
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He neither knows nor at this moment cares about the reasons for Gusu Lan's long-ago attire choices, instead being much more interested in the taste of Wei Ying's mouth, the warmth of his skin, the feel of his body against his own.
As Wei Ying pulls his robes open, however, he wraps his arms around him and rolls them both over, so that Wei Ying is lying on top of him, now, and kisses him again.
(And if doing so means that his back is hidden by the mattress, well... he would rather they not be reminded of his scars right now. He does not think that Wei Ying will truly mind.)