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- Finally gone!!! – Wei Wuxian puffed.
- Mmm.
- Lan Zhan, now I ---
He was swept off his feet and grabbed in a tight embrace. Lan Wangji was kissing him thirstily, his hands touching him feverishly.
He gasped:
- I have been longing for this for hours now, Wei Ying...
- More...
Their mouths merged again and they fell on the bed. Their hands were caressing over the clothes, urgently, pressing over favorite parts and places, stroking, seeking.
- No... No sex today... We need to rest, Lan Zhan...
Wei Ying was trying to say something more, explain, slow him down, but Lan Wangji opened his lover's legs and let his body press down heavy all over him, and his hands were touching him, wanting to reach every part of him, ignoring the clothes, knowing very well what was under them.
The rubbing, the stroking, the constant warmth and the hot breath on his face were enough for Wei Wuxian to get extremely turned on.
- No... not today... Not today... - Lan Zhan mumbled, never stopping.
- Your hands on me... - Wei Ying moaned. – How do I tell you how much I love your hands on me...?
- Wei Ying...
He reached out and undid the red ribbon, removing it swiftly to the side – there was the warm darkness, surrounding the favorite face again.
He gasped, on the verge of tears.
- So beautiful... So hot... And mine... Mine. – he sighed, breathless just because of the view in front his eyes.
Wei Ying smiled shyly and his hands roamed his lover's back, sliding down again, squeezing his butt cheeks and pulling him in, closer to himself, harder and heavier between his legs, feeling his erection through the clothes. His legs wrapped around him again, just like last night, locked him there.
- Kiss me more... Touch me more... I want to be yours, without sex... Lan Zhan...
Dazed, lost, Lan Wangji was kissing him again, careful not to bite too much, and it was hard, so hard, not to undress him, not to taste him. His hands were caressing his face, and neck, and shoulders, and when Wei Ying pushed him on his back and got on top of him, he caressed his legs, his chest, burying his fingers in his hair.
He whispered:
- You are mine. Kiss me... Love me... Make me come, without sex today... Wei Ying...
Wei Wuxian let out a deep sigh, taking his hands in his own and placing them on his body. He spread his knees wider apart, straddling him, feeling his throbbing hard-on between his legs, rubbing himself on top of him, burning terribly with the desire in his loins.
- Feel me... I want to give you everything... You are mine... All is for you... Husband... - Wei Ying breathed.
Lan Wangji felt him move their hands – over his chest, caressing his nipples, sweating now, sliding down towards his belly, squeezing over his hips.
- Wei Ying... - Lan Zhan whimpered, too hard to endure all the teasing, all the torture. His husband was rocking himself on top of him, and he felt like he was falling, dizzy; his tongue was thick in his mouth, and he was watching Wei Wuxian – eyes closed, hair down – bite his lips and then open his mouth in exactly the same way as when they were making love.
