A heavy, bone-deep shudder drags through Wei Ying in the moments of Lan Zhan's orgasm, which only drives him to continue to tightly squeeze around his husband. While they don't go bare all of the time, Wei Ying relishes in the feeling of Lan Zhan releasing within him. It only adds to the hypersensitivity. It's plenty even to just feel so full, let alone for Lan Zhan to continue moving.
Both of Wei Ying's arms move to encircle the other man's neck once they're released. The single worded question, the soft, heated breath as Lan Zhan speaks so lightly against him, still is enough to make him shiver. Before anything else, Wei Ying tips his head inwards against Lan Zhan's cheek, catching his mouth in a heavily exhaled kiss, in a way to offer a wordless reply.
—However, as his lips curl into a grin within the kiss, Wei Ying coaxes Lan Zhan to move back, allowing for some distance.
"Lan Zhan. . ."
There's a glazed look in his eyes as he allows himself a moment to let it slowly linger along Lan Zhan's body, which is far too clothed.
Then, he turns around.
Given the position he was in for some time, only moments ago, Wei Ying feels momentarily weakened when standing up on his knees, facing away from Lan Zhan. Still, with his garters and stockings still on, and the way he'll gather all of his hair over one shoulder, it's clear that Wei Ying has no intentions of leaving the bed.
"How about this?" Wei Ying shifts to spread his legs apart again. He then bows down deeply upon his forearms, using one hand to grip his ass as his back arches upward.
"It was a good picture, right?" One of the very first that he'd texted to Lan Zhan. "Did Lan Zhan want to fuck me like this when you saw it? I was so hard even then, with just that toy." He visibly shivers with his own words. "Lan Zhan's cock is always so much better and goes much deeper and harder. . ."
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Both of Wei Ying's arms move to encircle the other man's neck once they're released. The single worded question, the soft, heated breath as Lan Zhan speaks so lightly against him, still is enough to make him shiver. Before anything else, Wei Ying tips his head inwards against Lan Zhan's cheek, catching his mouth in a heavily exhaled kiss, in a way to offer a wordless reply.
—However, as his lips curl into a grin within the kiss, Wei Ying coaxes Lan Zhan to move back, allowing for some distance.
"Lan Zhan. . ."
There's a glazed look in his eyes as he allows himself a moment to let it slowly linger along Lan Zhan's body, which is far too clothed.
Then, he turns around.
Given the position he was in for some time, only moments ago, Wei Ying feels momentarily weakened when standing up on his knees, facing away from Lan Zhan. Still, with his garters and stockings still on, and the way he'll gather all of his hair over one shoulder, it's clear that Wei Ying has no intentions of leaving the bed.
"How about this?" Wei Ying shifts to spread his legs apart again. He then bows down deeply upon his forearms, using one hand to grip his ass as his back arches upward.
"It was a good picture, right?" One of the very first that he'd texted to Lan Zhan. "Did Lan Zhan want to fuck me like this when you saw it? I was so hard even then, with just that toy." He visibly shivers with his own words. "Lan Zhan's cock is always so much better and goes much deeper and harder. . ."