Wanyin looks so pleased that Lan Xichen is glad to have lost, at least this once. It was worth it to hear him laugh again.
The feeling of bare skin against his scales is not entirely unfamiliar, of course, but Lan Xichen has not had anyone to be physically affectionate with since his brother decided he was too old for hugs. He doesn't want to admit that he misses it. But this is - different, anyway, when Wanyin is so warm, and he's never felt legs before.
"I did when I was younger. And now for training, sometimes. But we have certain disciplines that we follow, at home, and racing is prohibited there."
He shifts his tail, arching it up a little so it's under both of Wanyin's legs and he can hold them up. Then he puts one hand on his knee, expression intent as he explores it with his fingers, pressing in lightly and sliding down his calf.
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The feeling of bare skin against his scales is not entirely unfamiliar, of course, but Lan Xichen has not had anyone to be physically affectionate with since his brother decided he was too old for hugs. He doesn't want to admit that he misses it. But this is - different, anyway, when Wanyin is so warm, and he's never felt legs before.
"I did when I was younger. And now for training, sometimes. But we have certain disciplines that we follow, at home, and racing is prohibited there."
He shifts his tail, arching it up a little so it's under both of Wanyin's legs and he can hold them up. Then he puts one hand on his knee, expression intent as he explores it with his fingers, pressing in lightly and sliding down his calf.
"Do you race often?"