[ Yes— he wants to say. Like it, love it, love you— ]
..I like it. Feels good. Wei Ying feels good—
[ is what he says instead, letting a small groan emit as he rocks forward ever so slightly, into the hand so wonderfully wrapped around his soon fully-hardened arousal. He has, shamelessly, touched himself before, would unlikely admit to it, but that cannot compare to this, another hand— Wei Ying's hand— working his length, deft fingers bringing about a pleasure ten times of that he thought possible.
He wishes to do the same, to stick his own hand down Wei Ying's pants and feel the same hardness he knows is there, to tease and stroke until his husband is a quivering mess and spilling his seed all over the hand which services him, knows he will have to keep his mouth on Wei Ying's own to drown out the noises—
He lets out a shuddering sigh into Wei Ying's ear as he nuzzles against it, surprised at himself and how quickly the pleasure is rising. There is no way he could last long, not like this, and with that new found sense of urgency he does not delay in seeking what he wants. He doesn't ask, simply does, a hand making quick work of Wei Wuxian's belts and letting them drop to the ground, a hand slipping in between his husband's robes and then further down as the other remains wrapped around his back, seemingly clinging on for dear life. ]
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..I like it. Feels good. Wei Ying feels good—
[ is what he says instead, letting a small groan emit as he rocks forward ever so slightly, into the hand so wonderfully wrapped around his soon fully-hardened arousal. He has, shamelessly, touched himself before, would unlikely admit to it, but that cannot compare to this, another hand— Wei Ying's hand— working his length, deft fingers bringing about a pleasure ten times of that he thought possible.
He wishes to do the same, to stick his own hand down Wei Ying's pants and feel the same hardness he knows is there, to tease and stroke until his husband is a quivering mess and spilling his seed all over the hand which services him, knows he will have to keep his mouth on Wei Ying's own to drown out the noises—
He lets out a shuddering sigh into Wei Ying's ear as he nuzzles against it, surprised at himself and how quickly the pleasure is rising. There is no way he could last long, not like this, and with that new found sense of urgency he does not delay in seeking what he wants. He doesn't ask, simply does, a hand making quick work of Wei Wuxian's belts and letting them drop to the ground, a hand slipping in between his husband's robes and then further down as the other remains wrapped around his back, seemingly clinging on for dear life. ]