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incenseburning2021-10-10 02:35 am
longredribbon) wrote in incenseburning2021-10-10 02:35 am
Only for you
Continuation from here!
While there's no questioning the plain truth, Wei Ying could express his need and desire to belong to Lan Zhan in countless ways. Lan Zahn is his home, his heart, his everything. It may be a little comical that Wei Ying has a bit of a faulty memory, but there's no joke with the fact that he can't properly remember what his life was like before they crossed paths. What a whirlwind it's been.
Not that there's any room, nor the ability, for reminiscing right now.
Every initial action that Lan Zhan takes feels like one blur of a moment. The forceful and insistent ways how Lan Zhan is with his body is enough for Wei Ying's breath to both hitch within another, almost pained cry. The pleasure is almost too mind-numbing and overstimulating from the start.
—Just one of the ways how Wei Ying loves it.
It only continues with each thrust, with Lan Zhan going hard and deep. So many other ways of experimenting and indulging themselves with their hands, mouths and toys, do, of course, exist, and never fail to make a mess of Wei Ying. ...However, nothing can compare to Lan Zhan, himself.
". . .!!!" Any real words have escaped him, all except for trembling cries of Lan Zhan's name and pleas. His husband is so satisfyingly filling and deep reaching.
Wei Ying, however, is never one to simply lie around. With only a bit of effort he crosses his ankles behind Lan Zhan's neck, effectively pulling him even closer and folding himself in two. Both hands move up beside his his head to sharply dig into the bedding as he bucks his hips in turn. Now and again Wei Ying squeezes tightly around him, his head tossed back with a groan, briefly having met Lan Zhan's look with an equal one of his own.
While there's no questioning the plain truth, Wei Ying could express his need and desire to belong to Lan Zhan in countless ways. Lan Zahn is his home, his heart, his everything. It may be a little comical that Wei Ying has a bit of a faulty memory, but there's no joke with the fact that he can't properly remember what his life was like before they crossed paths. What a whirlwind it's been.
Not that there's any room, nor the ability, for reminiscing right now.
Every initial action that Lan Zhan takes feels like one blur of a moment. The forceful and insistent ways how Lan Zhan is with his body is enough for Wei Ying's breath to both hitch within another, almost pained cry. The pleasure is almost too mind-numbing and overstimulating from the start.
—Just one of the ways how Wei Ying loves it.
It only continues with each thrust, with Lan Zhan going hard and deep. So many other ways of experimenting and indulging themselves with their hands, mouths and toys, do, of course, exist, and never fail to make a mess of Wei Ying. ...However, nothing can compare to Lan Zhan, himself.
". . .!!!" Any real words have escaped him, all except for trembling cries of Lan Zhan's name and pleas. His husband is so satisfyingly filling and deep reaching.
Wei Ying, however, is never one to simply lie around. With only a bit of effort he crosses his ankles behind Lan Zhan's neck, effectively pulling him even closer and folding himself in two. Both hands move up beside his his head to sharply dig into the bedding as he bucks his hips in turn. Now and again Wei Ying squeezes tightly around him, his head tossed back with a groan, briefly having met Lan Zhan's look with an equal one of his own.