[ Lan Wangji wonders if he could simply spend the rest of this cultivation conference kissing Wei Ying instead. Let them sort out their own problems, for he would much rather be doing this, wrapped up in his limbs warm and happy and having his tongue sucked on.
He continues kissing some more, absolutely fine with doing it for an eternity until Wei Ying asks him to stop, but before long it becomes too hard to ignore the build up of arousal completely, to not want to do something with the aching between his legs, and so once more he leans forward and lets their arousals meet ( he knows Wei Ying is hard, felt it there the last time before he abruptly moved away ) just... well, he isn't actually sure where he is going with this, his brain isn't thinking coherently, he just wants to kiss, to touch, he wants. ]
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He continues kissing some more, absolutely fine with doing it for an eternity until Wei Ying asks him to stop, but before long it becomes too hard to ignore the build up of arousal completely, to not want to do something with the aching between his legs, and so once more he leans forward and lets their arousals meet ( he knows Wei Ying is hard, felt it there the last time before he abruptly moved away ) just... well, he isn't actually sure where he is going with this, his brain isn't thinking coherently, he just wants to kiss, to touch, he wants. ]