In Love's name and for Love's sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Love's service alone, rejecting all other usages.
I will spread joy and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what loves and rejoices well in its own way, and I will change no object or creature unless its joy and love, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside despair for hope, and hatred for love, when it is right to do so-- Until Universe's end.
Y/N
After all of Wei Wuxian's results about chomping and licking and whimpering and gasping have been fully replicated, he slides down between Wen Ning's legs and sets back to work on that blowjob.
So the good news is that he is already hard. The bad news is he's probably not going to last a non-embarassing amount of time.
He threads his fingers through Wei Wuxian's hair.
Wei Wuxian is very easily distracted with regards to blowjobs as well. Whether you enjoy this blowjob depends a lot on whether you like establishing a consistent rhythm more than you like him getting distracted and playing with your balls or flicking his tongue over the head of your dick or looking up at you with big blown-out eyes while he rubs your dick against his cheek.
Wen Ning is just kind of inherently charmed by whatever Wei Wuxian does.
Also having him look up at him like that-- is a A Lot. Definitely better than a consistent rhythm. He could do that himself (not with his own mouth, but still), but he can't look at himself like he wants him so much.
Wei Wuxian is squirmy and moaning about the blowjob like he's the one getting head.
Which is also, ah, quite the confidence boost!
More hair petting, because that seems only fair.
"You might, uh, want to decide whether you want to swallow or not soon."
Someone talking around his dick feels as nice as much as it feels kinda weird. "--Y-you're very cute."
And now he is trying to suppress a fit of the giggles, not because this is funny, as such, but because this is Peak Wei Wuxian.
"I'm p-pretty close."
He is going to FOCUS. He is going to DEEP-THROAT WEN NING'S COCK. He is NOT GOING TO GET DISTRACTED BY LICKING HIS BALLS.
A spell has been unlocked by a special action! Fucking in public has unlocked the spell Don't Scare The Horses.
Info//Spell//Don't Scare The Horses
Passive. So long as you're trying to be discreet, no one will notice you doing sexual activities in public, provided they are not actively looking, sexually aroused, romantically entangled, or interested in participation. When you're doing sexual activities in private, there is a 1 * LVL% chance that, if a person who would enjoy walking in on you tries the door, it will turn out to be unlocked.
... Good thing he didn't need that spell right then? But also the chance of doors failing is... A bit of a concern.
"Thank you. --Also you've given me another spell."
"I should. It'd only be fair." He tries not to look too over eager while getting over there.
Pants off! Tattoo visible! Cock with a single drop of precome at the tip!
He is a sex wizard. He is a sex wizard who sort of knows what he's doing. ... There's still a good chance he is going to be laughably bad at this.
He kisses the tattoo. That seems like a reasonable start. And then he kisses along his cock before taking him into his mouth.
It's like riding a bike, you never forget! And sometimes magic gives you an intuitive sense of how to do it properly!
(That's definitely a thing that happens with bicycles.)
This is a very comforting thought if he ever needs to bring joy via bicycle riding. Or other kinds of riding.
He's working fifty percent on intuitive sense and fifty percent on copying what Nie Huaisang did to him, with an added dash of "I can fit arbitrary amounts of stuff in my mouth and I will take advantage of this."
Well, he's just going to keep doing that, if it's getting that reaction.
He looks up at him. He hopes he looks seductive and not, like, worried.
"a-Ning, Ningning, Ning-er, I love you, I love you so much-- fuck, keep doing that-- you're so good-- such a good boy--"
He is melting into the praise, which on the one hand is very nice but also he is trying to stay coordinated and that is getting in the way a bit.
"Good-- good boy-- can I--" and now his hands are on the back of Wen Ning's head and he's fucking up into Wen Ning's mouth--