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
"Also knocking someone up is kind of a dommy thing, right? You're going to be mine and carrying my baby..."
If they're both making squeaking noises, who's driving the car?
Maybe he should, but he does not regret encouraging a little bit of speeding.
When they get home, Wei Wuxian shoves Wen Ning up against the wall and kisses him.
He makes a muffled 'mpph' sound as he hits the wall. He does his best to give as good as he gets with the kiss.
Well, he better keep doing exactly what he's doing, if he's doing something right. "Yours."
Can he take his shirt and pants off sexily while flustered? There's only one way to find out.
"Good." Wei Wuxian runs a hand down Wen Ning's chest possessively, like he's assessing his new toy. "Do you want to show off for me?"
"Well, I do have this magic little slut at my disposal, and I heard you have some very interesting spells."
"I think you should lie down on the bed and touch yourself while I watch."
He sits down on the bed. Tips himself back. It takes actual will to touch himself while someone is watching, even if Wei Wuxian has very much seen it before.. It's kind of terrifying and awkward-- but in a fun way? Is this what people get out of rollercoasters?
"I bet if I talk during kinky sex I'll be better at not getting distracted."