( It... pleases to be stroked so, like a cat chasing inklings of pleasure from hard heat's licks, thickened and greedy on the fall of her broad back, where she has found her nook and sprawls for sunning. His head tips first in the stroke's direction, then opposite it for the songbird thrill of quiet ache when Wei Ying's pull commands him.
He toys, Wei Ying does. He has found his plaything, and now he marvels at the honeyed, trickling possibility of reducing it to instinct, to perfect harmony in his thorny web of his ill-gained control. And Lan Wangji, step staggered, purr half drowned down a parched, scratchy throat, cannot fault him.
What is it men do when they are overcome with the emotion of being known? They strike first, rasping: )
You wear cruelty well. ( Like brocade and silks, like gossamer. The finery of the diplomatic arts, like a blade turns, biting edge inward. )
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( It... pleases to be stroked so, like a cat chasing inklings of pleasure from hard heat's licks, thickened and greedy on the fall of her broad back, where she has found her nook and sprawls for sunning. His head tips first in the stroke's direction, then opposite it for the songbird thrill of quiet ache when Wei Ying's pull commands him.
He toys, Wei Ying does. He has found his plaything, and now he marvels at the honeyed, trickling possibility of reducing it to instinct, to perfect harmony in his thorny web of his ill-gained control. And Lan Wangji, step staggered, purr half drowned down a parched, scratchy throat, cannot fault him.
What is it men do when they are overcome with the emotion of being known? They strike first, rasping: )
You wear cruelty well. ( Like brocade and silks, like gossamer. The finery of the diplomatic arts, like a blade turns, biting edge inward. )