[ Sinking down to the pillows makes it much easier to continue kissing her without worrying about bending his neck at an odd angle. He shifts, hovering over her as one of his arms rests near her head to support his weight. The soft slide of their tongues together isn’t uncharted territory for him, but pressing close like this certainly is. Wei Wuxian is careful in the way he adjusts himself to keep his robes from getting too in the way as he straddles her hips and his hair falls forward in a curtain surrounding their faces.
But the position is the least important thing to him—what matters much, much more is the softness of her lips and the taste of strawberry cake and coffee on her tongue as they push together, all intermingling with the feelings that kissing her like this stirs within him. ]
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But the position is the least important thing to him—what matters much, much more is the softness of her lips and the taste of strawberry cake and coffee on her tongue as they push together, all intermingling with the feelings that kissing her like this stirs within him. ]