He feels like he's died and gone to heaven; if all wine tasted as sweet as Wei Ying's lips, then he would have broken the rules long ago, been just as much of a miscreant as Wei Ying had been. It probably doesn't help that as soon as Wei Ying moves away, Lan Wangji is pulled forward, and therefore, he's just as much at fault for their teeth colliding.
He shakes his head to reject Wei Ying's apology and then resumes the kisses, little light ones, just a press of lips to lips so they can recover from their rougher ones, from that minor incident, and from their lack of breath.
Eventually, he stands with his forehead nearly pressed against the other boy's, hands on either of his cheeks in pleased disbelief.
His eyes slide open, and he's almost shocked that Wei Ying hasn't disappeared like this were just some vivid dream. There's a smile, miniscule, but genuine, that touches his lips, and warms his entire face.
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He shakes his head to reject Wei Ying's apology and then resumes the kisses, little light ones, just a press of lips to lips so they can recover from their rougher ones, from that minor incident, and from their lack of breath.
Eventually, he stands with his forehead nearly pressed against the other boy's, hands on either of his cheeks in pleased disbelief.
His eyes slide open, and he's almost shocked that Wei Ying hasn't disappeared like this were just some vivid dream. There's a smile, miniscule, but genuine, that touches his lips, and warms his entire face.