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Lan Wangji first lightly kissed one of them, then seemed unsatisfied and furrowed his brows, rubbing or pressing the callus on his middle finger against the neglected side. Wei Wuxian put all his weight on Lan Wangji, breathing lightly, watching the person in front of him play with his two nipples, either rubbing, kneading, or pulling on them. When kissing, his tongue even imitated the thrusting motion, pushing into the small opening.
Until the nipples were swollen as if they were about to burst, Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian's lips again. The latter clung to his lips desperately, like a drowning person. After a moment of hesitation, Lan Wangji took Wei Wuxian's arms off his shoulders.
Wei Wuxian looked at the movement made by Lan Wangji, thinking that he still couldn't accept doing such things. He suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, and the desire in them vanished in an instant. Anxiously, he hugged Lan Wangji tightly again.
"Brother Blue, don't be angry."
Lan Wangji patted his head somewhat helplessly and said in a low voice, "I'm going to get something."
Wei Wuxian looked puzzled as Lan Wangji opened the suitcase and searched for a while. He then walked back holding a black object, and it wasn't until they were only a meter apart that Wei Wuxian could see clearly what he was holding.
"camera?"
Wei Wuxian thought Lan Wangji only brought a camera, but who would have thought he also packed a video camera in his luggage.
"Okay," Lan Wangji replied as he pressed the "start" button, aiming at Wei Wuxian's seemingly bewildered face.
"Name."
His deep voice seemed to carry a magical quality, drawing Wei Wuxian to unconsciously follow his rhythm.
"Wei Wuxian."
"Age."
Lan Wangji's hand slowly moved down, the lens aimed at Wei Wuxian's already wide-open chest, the nipples had turned from pink to deep red, with saliva marks left around from kissing, and purplish bruises from the forceful actions.
"Eighteen."
Lan Wangji smiled softly, resting his forehead against Wei Wuxian's and looking into his eyes, which reflected a completely different image of himself than usual.
He lowered his head again and kissed Wei Wuxian's lips, asking in a muffled voice, "What do you like?"
As soon as their lips had just parted a little, Wei Wuxian reached out with his right hand to pull Lan Wangji towards him. His heartbeat quickened, and he found himself not wanting to be apart from him. His mind, clouded by desire, was no longer under his control. Wei Wuxian vaguely heard himself say, "I like you, I like Lan Wangji."
It was as if a string in his mind had suddenly snapped.
Lan Wangji's hand reached to Wei Wuxian's waist, roughly undoing his belt, and simply touching through the cotton underwear already made Wei Wuxian feel an unprecedented sense of relief.
The object in Lan Wangji's hand slowly grew thicker and larger, with the tip unable to be contained by the underwear, so Lan Wangji simply pulled down Wei Wuxian's underwear. His four fingers encircled Wei Wuxian's slightly erect member, slowly stroking it, while his thumb reached to the tip, teasing it, and occasionally flicking the two small sacs below. His left hand reached around to the back, using the middle finger's callus to rub the tightly closed entrance.
The black camera was placed on the suitcase that had just been brought over, and the lens happened to be aimed at Wei Wuxian's face, full of desire at the moment.
"Mmm... Lan Wangji... feels so... comfortable..."
Also, without caring about the camera's lens, he faced him directly without any obstruction. Wei Wuxian's face was filled with an expression of enjoyment, with a slight redness at the corners of his eyes, and he was so comfortable that even his toes curled up.
Lan Wangji increased the speed of his hand movements and pushed a finger into the acupoint behind Wei Wuxian with difficulty.
"Blue... Lan Wangji?"
Wei Wuxian felt the discomfort coming from behind, and twisted his body uncomfortably. Lan Wangji quickly withdrew his fingers upon seeing this, and focused on playing with Wei Wuxian's sex organ, which had already oozed a little transparent liquid.
Lan Wangji pulled down Wei Wuxian's pants along with his underwear, then placed his legs over his own arm. The liquid seeping from the bell end flowed down the pillar and into the back hole, and in no time, the area was a muddy mess.
Seeing Lan Wangji's hand about to reach towards his back hole, Wei Wuxian quickly grabbed his arm, blushing and shouted, "I have something lubricating in my suitcase."
Lan Wangji raised his head and gave him a meaningful look, then got off the bed and rummaged through the suitcase as Wei Wuxian had indicated, pulling out a tube of lubricant from the bag, along with a pile of various other items, some of which were even things that would only be used during SM play, such as handcuffs, silver needles, and candles.
He only took out the lubricant, and then threw the other items along with the plastic bag into the trash can.
I don't know where this child bought all these random things.
He squeezed a small piece from inside the tube and inserted it into Wei Wuxian's rear orifice, then continued to kiss him, but the speed of his hand did not slow down at all, until the person beneath him suddenly tensed up, apparently reaching the critical point.
Wei Wuxian frowned and tried to push away Lan Wangji's hand, but the latter remained indifferent and only increased the speed of his hand, occasionally lightly pressing the bell mouth with his thumb, or using his nails to fiddle with it.
"Lan... Lan Wangji! Don't... don't do this... I can't take it!"
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