( Lan Zhan doesn't come apart (hah-hah) in words, so much as shattering in every physical way Wei Wuxian can feel him, all at once. He's surprised by the intensity of his satisfaction, by how sexy he finds this, even as he holds onto Lan Zhan's hips and relaxes as much as he can so he can take his release, not trying to pull off at the last moment. He does wonder what that'd be like too, having Lan Zhan come on him, but shelves the thought. Something in him wanted a greedy kind of reciprocation, and while the sensation is not quite like anything he's experienced before, the surge of warmth and peculiarity of taste once he lifts his head some, swallowing by reflex that has him sucking again at Lan Zhan's dick, isn't... unpleasant.
He finds himself mildly impressed that Lan Zhan tastes better than he does. He'd never even wondered about that before, just tasted himself when he'd been in one of his curious moods, and filed that knowledge away again. Given today's the only day it rouses out of the depths of his memory, it hasn't been all that in demand.
Still, as the weight of Lan Zhan's legs help ground Wei Wuxian, and his hips and tension of his abdomen relax in the aftermath of his orgasm, he swallows again and sets to cleaning Lan Zhan up--much as there is to clean--using just his mouth.
He's gentler, at least. No extra teasing, beyond the way his lips slide off his head and he swallows yet again, licking his lips and lifting his chin to look at Lan Zhan's face. He smiles, lashes partly lowered, every bit the satisfied cat with Lan Zhan's legs heavy and welcome over his shoulders and across his upper back. )
Good boy.
( He's not teasing, and not patronizing; he's not even thinking at that moment, just satisfied and pleased and prone to, apparently, saying silly things. He turns his head to press a kiss against Lan Zhan's thigh, nuzzling his nose against skin after. )
You taste so much better than I do.
( Then, more... shy, fingers stroking skin in small motions at Lan Zhan's hips, everything about him something of a mess (hair, swollen lips, flushed features) and his feet still up, asking in a thick voice while also... wishing for water, for multiple reasons: )
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He finds himself mildly impressed that Lan Zhan tastes better than he does. He'd never even wondered about that before, just tasted himself when he'd been in one of his curious moods, and filed that knowledge away again. Given today's the only day it rouses out of the depths of his memory, it hasn't been all that in demand.
Still, as the weight of Lan Zhan's legs help ground Wei Wuxian, and his hips and tension of his abdomen relax in the aftermath of his orgasm, he swallows again and sets to cleaning Lan Zhan up--much as there is to clean--using just his mouth.
He's gentler, at least. No extra teasing, beyond the way his lips slide off his head and he swallows yet again, licking his lips and lifting his chin to look at Lan Zhan's face. He smiles, lashes partly lowered, every bit the satisfied cat with Lan Zhan's legs heavy and welcome over his shoulders and across his upper back. )
Good boy.
( He's not teasing, and not patronizing; he's not even thinking at that moment, just satisfied and pleased and prone to, apparently, saying silly things. He turns his head to press a kiss against Lan Zhan's thigh, nuzzling his nose against skin after. )
You taste so much better than I do.
( Then, more... shy, fingers stroking skin in small motions at Lan Zhan's hips, everything about him something of a mess (hair, swollen lips, flushed features) and his feet still up, asking in a thick voice while also... wishing for water, for multiple reasons: )
Lan Zhan had fun?