[ From one moment to the next, things heat up and accelerate with Lan Zhan barely getting to take his time with it. Which he's not mad about, because Wei Ying is all sorts of desperate and frenzied and demanding, which is truly, unbelievably hot to Lan Zhan.
They were just touching each other one moment, kissing intently, and next they were naked, rutting against each other, Lan Zhan considering reaching under the pillow for the small vial of oil they keep there, when he hears the intrusive voice filter through the haze of his arousal.
His fingers close around the vial, and he retrieves it, kissing Wei Ying all over to try and calm him down as Wei Ying clings to him, desperate. Lan Zhan is much calmer, or at least, he presents himself as much calmer, but inwardly, he is boiling over with need, and desperate not to leave Wei Ying. ]
I'll send them away, and come back. What if you prepared yourself for me, my love? I promise, I'll be right back to you.
[ With more kisses, Lan Zhan gently, but firmly, pulls Wei Ying's legs away from himself, kissing the inside of his knee when he sits back, so obviously aroused and bothered - whoever's at the door will definitely face Lan Zhan's most disapproving look ever.
His stomach twists with displeasure as he stands, grabbing his inner robe and slipping it on, holding it closed as he pads towards the door to the Jingshi. It does not much to hide anything, so he steps to the side to hide most of his body as he opens the door, staring down the disciples. ]
Your Excellency -
[ Lan Zhan shuts them up with a look. ]
Is whatever you have to say of such utmost importance it cannot wait for an hour? [ He asks imperiously, levelling the two young men with his most haughty look. They both stammer, before shaking their heads, murmuring something about Lan Qiren. Lan Zhan's jaw clenches. ]
Please tell the Grand Master that I will see him in the morning. And I am not to be bothered further tonight.
[ He closes the door then, not awaiting an answer, and he walks straight back over to Wei Ying, kneeling by his side, touching his side. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I did not want to leave you, I never want to leave you, [ he says softly, sounding, and feeling, genuinely contrite. ] I just had to send them away. They'll spread the word.
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They were just touching each other one moment, kissing intently, and next they were naked, rutting against each other, Lan Zhan considering reaching under the pillow for the small vial of oil they keep there, when he hears the intrusive voice filter through the haze of his arousal.
His fingers close around the vial, and he retrieves it, kissing Wei Ying all over to try and calm him down as Wei Ying clings to him, desperate. Lan Zhan is much calmer, or at least, he presents himself as much calmer, but inwardly, he is boiling over with need, and desperate not to leave Wei Ying. ]
I'll send them away, and come back. What if you prepared yourself for me, my love? I promise, I'll be right back to you.
[ With more kisses, Lan Zhan gently, but firmly, pulls Wei Ying's legs away from himself, kissing the inside of his knee when he sits back, so obviously aroused and bothered - whoever's at the door will definitely face Lan Zhan's most disapproving look ever.
His stomach twists with displeasure as he stands, grabbing his inner robe and slipping it on, holding it closed as he pads towards the door to the Jingshi. It does not much to hide anything, so he steps to the side to hide most of his body as he opens the door, staring down the disciples. ]
Your Excellency -
[ Lan Zhan shuts them up with a look. ]
Is whatever you have to say of such utmost importance it cannot wait for an hour? [ He asks imperiously, levelling the two young men with his most haughty look. They both stammer, before shaking their heads, murmuring something about Lan Qiren. Lan Zhan's jaw clenches. ]
Please tell the Grand Master that I will see him in the morning. And I am not to be bothered further tonight.
[ He closes the door then, not awaiting an answer, and he walks straight back over to Wei Ying, kneeling by his side, touching his side. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I did not want to leave you, I never want to leave you, [ he says softly, sounding, and feeling, genuinely contrite. ] I just had to send them away. They'll spread the word.