( Wei Wuxian does have enough anchored control to hold Lan Zhan's hips down so that the rocking and twitching and humping doesn't take him by unprojected surprise, but ah, he leans his head down a touch to lean into the stroke of fingers through his hair, humming a pleased note to try and demonstrate his pleasure in pleasing, that he's fine. Trembling fingers on his face get the same momentary pause in bobbing motions to put a touch more weight into leaning into them, Wei Wuxian pulling his head up entirely for a moment to let Lan Zhan's dick slip out of his mouth with a sucking, wet pop.
He swallows, licking his lips, and presses a kiss to those fingers before they're out of reach. )
Love you, Lan Zhan.
( Is totally the appropriate thing to say right now, in whatever part of his brain is functioning for words, and is what he thinks carries his meaning in reassurance: he's okay. He wants this, he's not stressed, and neither should Lan Zhan be.
He licks a trail up the underside of Lan Zhan's cock, murmuring after his tongue glides over the slit of his glans: )
You're my good Lan Zhan.
( Good to him, good for him, good in ways Wei Wuxian hadn't thought people really were, deep down, to people like him. (What are people like him? He doesn't have that answer.) Swirling his tongue around Lan Zhan's head once, he adds, voice thick: )
So come for me, okay?
( Before opening his mouth again and taking Lan Zhan's length inside, deeper than he's managed before, idly considering he's never talked about that time in his midteens where he'd tried following online tutorials to dagger swallowing due to some at the time inspired idiocy he barely recalls other than the one thing he'd gotten down was the relaxing of his throat enough not to trigger his gag reflex immediately. )
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He swallows, licking his lips, and presses a kiss to those fingers before they're out of reach. )
Love you, Lan Zhan.
( Is totally the appropriate thing to say right now, in whatever part of his brain is functioning for words, and is what he thinks carries his meaning in reassurance: he's okay. He wants this, he's not stressed, and neither should Lan Zhan be.
He licks a trail up the underside of Lan Zhan's cock, murmuring after his tongue glides over the slit of his glans: )
You're my good Lan Zhan.
( Good to him, good for him, good in ways Wei Wuxian hadn't thought people really were, deep down, to people like him. (What are people like him? He doesn't have that answer.) Swirling his tongue around Lan Zhan's head once, he adds, voice thick: )
So come for me, okay?
( Before opening his mouth again and taking Lan Zhan's length inside, deeper than he's managed before, idly considering he's never talked about that time in his midteens where he'd tried following online tutorials to dagger swallowing due to some at the time inspired idiocy he barely recalls other than the one thing he'd gotten down was the relaxing of his throat enough not to trigger his gag reflex immediately. )