Wild Creatures

Chapter 18

It is this thought that gives him courage, enough to let this go.

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Lan Zhan does not move as Wei Ying stirs, stretching after spending most of the night in one position. He can feel Wei Ying staring at him, and it takes every ounce of self-control in him, not to move a muscle and give himself away.

Wei Ying climbs on top of him, and Lan Zhan suddenly has a head full of different ideas he'd like to experiment with... if Wei Ying is amenable.

Wei Ying leans down, and his soft lips caress Lan Zhan’s eyelids. The clean, sweet fragrance of lotus flowers floats up to his sensitive nostrils, and they flare automatically.

Anything to drink in this heavenly scent.

But that tiny action has cost him.

With a delighted whoop! Wei Ying swoops down to take his lips in an unrelenting kiss, his soft mouth urgently seeking more as their hearts soar with glee. This is such a simple pleasure, and neither wants to stop... or deny the other.

This kiss, it seems like it can go on forever and ever, its sweetness incomparable. Lan Zhan thinks he can kiss Wei Ying for days. He cannot believe that so much of his life has passed by without this ... wonder.

But of course, Wei Ying needs to breathe.

When they part, there is a look of disbelief on Wei Ying’s face, and the more that Lan Zhan looks at him, his blush deepens.

It makes him look so much more adorable.

Lan Zhan raises his upper body, leaning on only his forearms as Wei Ying meets him in the middle for another erratic kiss. Lan Zhan feels no change in himself, but it is particularly satisfying to hear and feel Wei Ying’s heart as if it wanted to burst out of his chest and come out kiss Lan Zhan itself.

Wei Ying’s hands wander as their kiss deepens.

Lan Zhan feels every nuance of his touches like a scorching fire, the flames licking, burning away his self-control until there is nothing except them left.

Wei Ying is a dream he didn't know he wanted... and now that he's here, Lan Zhan wants.

"I can't believe..." Wei Ying says, leaning in for another sweet kiss.

Their lips cling together in desperation, a chasing after more, more, more.

"Mn?" Lan Zhan will not allow Wei Ying to slip away, to let this kiss end.

He wants this more than anything.

Wei Ying’s blush becomes even deeper, and his beautiful face is a delightful pinky red... the colour has moved down to the top of his attractive chest and across his delectable collarbone.

"What we did..." Wei Ying doesn't understand why he cannot get enough of this... of Lan Zhan’s taste. "I didn't know it could be like that."

"Does Wei Ying... regret?"

The word slips out, and Wei Ying is shocked enough to lean back.

He's shaking his head even before Lan Zhan stops speaking.

"Never!" He says vehemently.

It makes something swell in Lan Zhan’s chest to see himself and what they did together, be accepted, and defended in Wei Ying's mind. He feels proud, too.

"Good." And then because he can, he kisses Wei Ying one last time.

His sharp ears have caught the minute change in the mechanism of Wei Ying's alarm clock - it is going to go off any second now.