“Call you what?” Wei Ying asks. His voice is innocent, but his eyes are sparkling with playfulness. “Lan Zhan? Or daddy?” He pretends to think, even though the laughter is visibly bubbling up in him. “I think I’m definitely going to keep calling you daddy.”
His laughter escapes, unrestrained and mischievous, and he squeezes Lan Zhan’s hand, leaning into him as he practically falls over from laughing.
But as Lan Zhan caresses his hair, he gasps and trips. Stumbling, he falls against Lan Zhan’s chest. The caress to his ponytail tugs at his scalp in a way that makes him shiver, and the sensation sends a rush of blood to his cock. His cheeks turn bright red, surprised by his own reaction.
“Lan Zhan,” he says carefully, pulling his own ponytail protectively over his shoulder. “I think maybe you shouldn’t play with my hair unless you want me to climb into your lap and beg to be kissed, because that is all I can think about right now.”
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His laughter escapes, unrestrained and mischievous, and he squeezes Lan Zhan’s hand, leaning into him as he practically falls over from laughing.
But as Lan Zhan caresses his hair, he gasps and trips. Stumbling, he falls against Lan Zhan’s chest. The caress to his ponytail tugs at his scalp in a way that makes him shiver, and the sensation sends a rush of blood to his cock. His cheeks turn bright red, surprised by his own reaction.
“Lan Zhan,” he says carefully, pulling his own ponytail protectively over his shoulder. “I think maybe you shouldn’t play with my hair unless you want me to climb into your lap and beg to be kissed, because that is all I can think about right now.”