[He can't help a bubbling laughter as Lan Zhan's kisses brush his neck, ticklish and soft, and he tilts his chin up, laying his throat bare. His fingers encourage, as they play over Lan Zhan's skin, slipping low between them, hampered by the belt for only a few moments before he works it loose, craving the press of skin to skin.]
no subject
Already much better than meditation.