[ Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian to relax and he does, but there is still some apprehension there, a little sense of trepidation over what is about to happen. So he does his best to keep him focused on the kissing as he slowly presses a finger in, pushing a little against the resistance felt as he then begins to pull it out. Then in.
Soon enough he is moving to add a second a finger, and once again he notices a little squirm, a fleeting moment of what he interprets as panic, which Lan Wangji then internalizes as apprehension of his own. What if it is uncomfortable, or it hurts? What if Wei Ying decides he doesn't like it— decides that when it comes to intimacy he really does only like women after all? And if that happens he probably won't even kiss him anymore, to reduce the risk of them getting worked up like this..
Lan Wangji breaks from the kiss as his fingers also retreat, and then he's moving silently, down the bed, away. He doesn't want to talk about it, he only needs to rectify it. He may be inexperienced, but he is also a man. He has an idea of what things would feel good— warmth, wetness to ease the friction— and with that in mind he settles there between Wei Wuxian's legs, fingers gently angling his cock in such a way that brings the head before his mouth, letting it push past his lips to rest upon his tongue, and then brings back a freshly coated, oiled up finger to press back into him. ]
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Soon enough he is moving to add a second a finger, and once again he notices a little squirm, a fleeting moment of what he interprets as panic, which Lan Wangji then internalizes as apprehension of his own. What if it is uncomfortable, or it hurts? What if Wei Ying decides he doesn't like it— decides that when it comes to intimacy he really does only like women after all? And if that happens he probably won't even kiss him anymore, to reduce the risk of them getting worked up like this..
Lan Wangji breaks from the kiss as his fingers also retreat, and then he's moving silently, down the bed, away. He doesn't want to talk about it, he only needs to rectify it. He may be inexperienced, but he is also a man. He has an idea of what things would feel good— warmth, wetness to ease the friction— and with that in mind he settles there between Wei Wuxian's legs, fingers gently angling his cock in such a way that brings the head before his mouth, letting it push past his lips to rest upon his tongue, and then brings back a freshly coated, oiled up finger to press back into him. ]