Wanyin was expecting more flirtation and maybe to be delightfully scolded again. He'd enjoyed that! He never would've thought Huaisang to take it as a challenge! His jaw drops open as the man proves like he did in the temple that underneath all that ditsy exterior was someone with some balls.
His gaze is just steady enough to follow skirts being lifted and brushed provocatively aside. He takes a sharp audible breath as silk bunches down pale legs that he aches to touch. Why isn't Huaisang closer?? He runs a pink tongue along suddenly dry lips, his breath abruptly feeling more labored. His eyes follow the unbelievably sexy sight of the Nie sect leader dropping his pants.
He hardly waits for Huaisang to be fully seated before his hands are running up along smooth porcelain legs. He bunches the robes up to just above A-Sang's knees before gripping him tight. Holding the other man steady, he bucks his hips upward, firmly showing off how achingly hard the 'rod' he had been describing earlier was. He watches his face shamelessly with a smirk. "Dazzling, A-Sang. I always have."
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Lan Zhan knows this is hard and his heart is breaking for his son. In a way, he hopes he does forget about Jin Ling. They were both children. He knew he loved Wei Wuxian at this age, but they both had a lot of growing up to do too.
"I have a son," Lan Zhan says, with another proud little smile. Alright fine, he'll say more than that. Sort of. "That's all they need to know. You are our son. The rest is none of their business. If they harass you tell them to talk to me." And then he won't tell them either. He draws Yuan a little closer to his side. "If it doesn't matter to me, your a-die, or Wei Ying, your baba, what you've done then who are they to judge you."
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2021-08-21 22:38 (UTC)His gaze is just steady enough to follow skirts being lifted and brushed provocatively aside. He takes a sharp audible breath as silk bunches down pale legs that he aches to touch. Why isn't Huaisang closer?? He runs a pink tongue along suddenly dry lips, his breath abruptly feeling more labored. His eyes follow the unbelievably sexy sight of the Nie sect leader dropping his pants.
He hardly waits for Huaisang to be fully seated before his hands are running up along smooth porcelain legs. He bunches the robes up to just above A-Sang's knees before gripping him tight. Holding the other man steady, he bucks his hips upward, firmly showing off how achingly hard the 'rod' he had been describing earlier was. He watches his face shamelessly with a smirk. "Dazzling, A-Sang. I always have."
~~~
Lan Zhan knows this is hard and his heart is breaking for his son. In a way, he hopes he does forget about Jin Ling. They were both children. He knew he loved Wei Wuxian at this age, but they both had a lot of growing up to do too.
"I have a son," Lan Zhan says, with another proud little smile. Alright fine, he'll say more than that. Sort of. "That's all they need to know. You are our son. The rest is none of their business. If they harass you tell them to talk to me." And then he won't tell them either. He draws Yuan a little closer to his side. "If it doesn't matter to me, your a-die, or Wei Ying, your baba, what you've done then who are they to judge you."