Lan Zhan kisses down Wuxian's neck and lets his teeth scrap against the thin skin of his collar bone. His hands lead the way along planes of skin and muscle, molded to perfection from fine breeding and hard work. His chest and abdomen given time for his hands to appreciate.
He kissing down along an arm teasing the sensitive curve in the crook of his elbow when his hand touches the other side and finds it wrapped. He pauses and looks up at his sweet love's face worriedly. Drawing back, he looks more carefully at his husband's body to see a couple other small cuts. He suspects there's bruises too but it's dark and he can't see those.
"Wei Ying?" This battle really was bad if they'd gotten close enough to Wuxian to touch him. There's a jolt of fear that goes through him. What if Song Lan hadn't been there or Jiang Cheng hadn't been able to burn off the alcohol? Would this battle have swayed the other direction and his husband been lost?
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2021-08-28 10:42 (UTC)He kissing down along an arm teasing the sensitive curve in the crook of his elbow when his hand touches the other side and finds it wrapped. He pauses and looks up at his sweet love's face worriedly. Drawing back, he looks more carefully at his husband's body to see a couple other small cuts. He suspects there's bruises too but it's dark and he can't see those.
"Wei Ying?" This battle really was bad if they'd gotten close enough to Wuxian to touch him. There's a jolt of fear that goes through him. What if Song Lan hadn't been there or Jiang Cheng hadn't been able to burn off the alcohol? Would this battle have swayed the other direction and his husband been lost?