[ There is no annoying car console or steering wheel in the way this time, no nosy granny serving breakfast, no managers or reporters. Finally he can kiss Wei Wuxian the way he had wanted.
They're up against the wall and Lan Wangji still has a hand clutching at the small of his back, the other brushing through hair as he leans in and kisses. It is definitely not a chaste or hesitant kiss but instead one that oozes confidence and the want for more, as if he were already so used to kissing his Wei Ying that it comes as natural as breathing, as if he is parched and desperate for contact, as if they had been apart for weeks or months and not merely hours.
He tilts his head as he coaxes Wei Wuxian's up, using those few inches of difference in height to deepen the kiss, to use tongue just a little, and when they finally need to take a moment's break for some actual air he speaks, low and quiet. ]
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They're up against the wall and Lan Wangji still has a hand clutching at the small of his back, the other brushing through hair as he leans in and kisses. It is definitely not a chaste or hesitant kiss but instead one that oozes confidence and the want for more, as if he were already so used to kissing his Wei Ying that it comes as natural as breathing, as if he is parched and desperate for contact, as if they had been apart for weeks or months and not merely hours.
He tilts his head as he coaxes Wei Wuxian's up, using those few inches of difference in height to deepen the kiss, to use tongue just a little, and when they finally need to take a moment's break for some actual air he speaks, low and quiet. ]
That is one.
[ ....of at least ten. ]