[Wei Wuxian is often, if not always coy in his flirtation, though his hesitation this time is less tease and more feeling something amiss. It didn't seem like the conversation ought to have gone so easily, but was he really upset that things weren't difficult? What kind of logic was that?
Normally, he'd throw in a snappy retort, joke about how cold Lan Zhan had been to him in their youth or how he'd convinced himself Lan Zhan was infatuated with Mianmian instead. Now, he crawls a little closer, not quite climbing into Lan Zhan's lap, but just outside it, leaning forward and resting his hands on Lan Zhan's thighs before he leans in for a kiss.]
A late start is better than none at all.
[He breathes lightly as he pulls back, eyes searching, a shade more vulnerable than his usual boisterous front.]
[Just as he's trying to get himself in the mood, Lan Zhan has to hit him with that. It didn't surprise him that Lan Zhan put the pieces together quickly- of course that was why he hadn't carried his sword, why he put up that stupid, cocky front, pretended he'd strayed to darker paths just for the power of it, and not because it was the only option left to him.
What surprises him is the compliment, commending him on being brilliant, able to take that route, when he was looked down on and spit upon by all the rest of the cultivation world for even trying it. How was that brilliant? If he were truly so gifted, he wouldn't have gotten his family killed, or been responsible for the annihilation of the Wens, or-
His lips barely move against Lan Zhan's as he's kissed, as he tries to rally, crawling the rest of the way into Lan Zhan's lap, desperate for the distraction it offers.]
We don't have to dwell on it, come on Lan Zhan, you're the brilliant one, show me this dual cultivation you've studied, hm?
[He starts pressing kisses along Lan Zhan's neck, his hand starting to slip beneath the pristine white collar to give him better access.]
[ Well, alright, it's hard to argue with Wei Ying when he's sitting on Lan Wangji's lap and insisting that his husband pay him a very specific kind of attention that he does love to shower him in.
He starts to undo his waistband, shrugging off his long coat, letting the silken cloths slide down his arms, baring his chest to Wei Ying as he busies his hands in Wei Ying's hair, letting loose his little hair tie and getting his hands underneath Wei Ying's layers of robes.
Even as he turns his head and bares his neck for Wei Ying to leave kisses enough to mottle in patterns of blossoms, his hands move as if possessing a mind of their own, trying to divest Wei Ying of his clothes and get on his soft skin and firm muscles underneath. ]
Remember
[ His voice the even timbre it always is. ]
When our swords first crossed?
[ He means on the roof but he'll take any interpretation. He gets his arm around Wei Ying's back, and pulls him in, hips moving together to the start of a familiar dance. ]
I did not know, but I loved you, then.
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[Wei Wuxian gives his husband an appreciative glance before leaning in to busy himself with the newly exposed skin. He's not as liberal in the use of his teeth as Lan Zhan tends to be, but he leaves the occasional brush of teeth over skin as he moves along Lan Zhan's neck.
It's unfair that Lan Zhan's tone remains so even, despite his efforts to rile him up. He pauses at the question, the first time their swords crossed? That was easy, the first night he'd arrived in Cloud Recesses, but-
Wei Wuxian makes a helpless sigh of a noise and buries his face against Lan Zhan's shoulder.]
Mm, that's why you were so keen to keep me out and fight and then punish me, is that it?
[He gives Lan Zhan a little poke to the ribs because feelings are best deflected with humor, aren't they?]
[ Oh, is he still sore about that? He looks honestly apologetic. Or, at least, as apologetic as Lan Wangji can look. ]
I knew I felt something for you.
And I did not want to.
[ Surely Wei Ying can understand because he'd had that conversation with Jiang Yanli. Not that Lan Wangji had been privy to that talk, but - ]
I take responsibility.
[ He holds Wei Ying in his arms, enfolded around him like wings. He would never want to jeopardize their relationship now, but feels they're in a spot he can finally divulge all the selfish things he did as a misconceiving teen. ]
[ Out there that night in the rain, on a horse, his flute held out, ready to surrender. As long as it would buy the others some time, he was ready to fight Lan Wangji. He was ready to die by his hand, just to give them a headstart.
He'd been reckless before, he'd stood his ground, he'd been a troublemaker, yes. But that night, he asked for death knowing that Lan Wangji would have granted it to him.
And that was when he really understood, that he both loved this man, and he was ready to accept it, but also ready to accept that it was too late to tell him, that he needed to let him go. ]
It was your conviction to do what was right.
You upheld our promise.
[ And so, what else could an honorable man like Lan Wangji do but match him in the same? ]
[Wei Wuxian has made a number of promises in his life. He always intends to make good on them, but more often than not, he seems to fail. Being well-behaved, not getting into trouble, not... falling into demonic cultivation, to protect the defenseless and stand for justice...
He pouts, settling low onto Lan Zhan's lap so they're practically eye-to-eye. It's all for show, and he barely finishes speaking before he breaks into another smile.]
Not even a little bit because of how sexy and tragically unobtainable I was?
[Lan Zhan is always so good at being serious, and speaking emotions that cut straight through him. It's exactly why he's so quick to deflect with humor and teasing. He's been resting his arms on Lan Zhan's shoulders, but he lets one hand wander, tugging lightly on the loose strap of Lan Zhan's headband.]
[ He looks Wei Ying squarely in the eyes, and places hands around his waist, keeping him squarely on his lap but pulling him forward so that his back arches just slightly, which always gives his generous bum a little boost.
Wei Ying always goes for the sweet gestures, and Wangji always goes straight for Wei Ying's body. ]
You were not unobtainable.
[ Sexy, yes. Tragic, yes. But had Wangji given him an inclination as to how he truly felt, surely they could have gone a few rounds in the back mountain, or instead of Wei Ying's punishment. Perhaps at the caves, when Wangji had thought maybe it was the last time they'd be alive, that they'd get to talk.
He stays close, eyes raking up and down Wei Ying's face as he inches in closer, studying all his beautiful features.
But, he would like to demonstrate just how obtainable Wei Ying was, by shrugging off a side of his robes, revealing a collar, a shoulder, and part of his chest. ]
[Lan Zhan's embrace does just as he wishes, pressing the two of them closer as Wei Wuxian arches his back to accommodate the shift.]
Oh no? Then what took you so long?
[He lets Lan Zhan undress him, though it's hard to slip his arm free when he wears those studded bracers, and the motion only seems to work to pin his arm against his side. Not that he appears to mind, in the slightest.]
[ Why didn't he pursue Wei Ying at the time? He would have thought it was obvious. ]
It was improper.
[ Imagine, if at fifteen he'd actually taken Wei Ying to the back mountain and disarmed him of Suibian, tossed Bichen to the side and pinned him down on the grassy fields like he'd wanted. But also: ]
--And you might have become bored of me.
[ Wei Ying was always saying how boring Lan Wangji was and how there were so many beautiful girls waiting in Yunmeng. At the time, he still believed Wei Ying had been more experienced than him, and would have realized that Lan Wangji was both just as boring as he seemed to be and also a very inexperienced kisser, and would have discarded him as a result and moved onto someone else. ]
[He can't help but give Lan Zhan a look, at that. Okay, maybe it wouldn't have been proper to go roll around in the forest together, but it sure didn't stop them now.]
Lan Zhan hardly seemed worried about propriety our first time, if I remember right.
[They'd barely even spoken of feelings then, letting their passions get the better of them. Not that he regretted a moment of it, but there's amusement in his tone at the difference between now and then.]
Besides, if I'd known what sorts of thoughts were lurking in Lan Zhan's mind back then, how could I ever get bored? I would've been completely surprised!
[ Wei Ying starts to slip a little and he pulls him in tight, pausing to stare hungrily at his mouth, almost as if he hadn't heard any of his last words. Almost. ]
I wasn't going to waste another moment.
[ He isn't going to mention how he thought that Wei Ying could get this sort of attention from anyone, so why settle for just Lan Wangji? Instead, he captures his lips in a kiss. There's enough talk for now. There's enough talk for a lifetime as far as Lan Wangji is concerned. ]
[Before he can tease his husband a moment more, he's silenced with a kiss, one he's quick to deepen and chase, aware more than ever of how closely he's pressed to Lan Zhan's chest. He's quick to help divest Lan Zhan of the rest of his top, urging the hands at his waist to hold him lower.
When he finally has breath, he leans in close, lips to Lan Zhan's ear.]
Oh? And what will Hanguang Jun do with this brilliant troublemaker he's captured?
[Without a moment's hesitation he nips at Lan Zhan's earlobe, then runs his tongue over the bite to soothe.]
Let's see what you've learned about dual cultivation.
[ Lan Wangji does slide his hands to Wei Ying's ass, and then pushes him down towards the ground, so that he'd have to lie down but his ass is still being held up, giving his back a lovely arch that Lan Wangji has come to really enjoy.
It's quick work now to get Wei Ying out of his top, to palm him through the bottom robes, and offer him teasing kisses like the licks of a flame as he makes work of the ties that hold together his bottoms. ]
You must demonstrate control over desire.
[ As much as he possibly could. At least Lan Wangji isn't held to such rules, as he moves to kiss underneath Wei Ying's jaw and leave little love bites there for him to ponder tomorrow. Some go on various ones that are healing and peppering his skin in all sorts of pinks and light purples. ]
Talk to me.
[ That isn't usually something he needs to command of Wei Ying, but he thinks if they're going to pull this off, he's going to need a constant stream of communication. ]
[Wei Wuxian is accommodating as Lan Zhan strips him, slipping his arms free as his husband helps him out of his robes. Once free of them, he reaches up to do the same, mischievously groping Lan Zhan's chest as his hand slips beneath his robe before helping the fabric slide from his shoulders.
That thought is put on hold the moment Lan Zhan starts to palm him, moaning plaintively, arching further at his touch, trying to grind against his hand. How can Lan Zhan touch him like this and ask for him to stay in control? He lets out a whine instead, as Lan Zhan leans in, leaving little marks along the way.]
S-since when does Lan Zhan have to ask?
[He shifts his hips eagerly, then tugs playfully at Lan Zhan's hair.]
[ Lan Wangji nips and licks at Wei Ying's chest, eyes casting upward as he's asked a series of questions that he hadn't expected, somehow. No, he hadn't wanted Wei Ying to beg. Quite the opposite - he wanted Wei Ying to let him know when to stop.
But.
Now that he brings it up, Lan Wangji's cock grows a little harder, pulses a little heavier.
With one deft motion, he takes Wei Ying's hand out of his hair and pins his wrists to the ground, his hips taking the place of where his palm just was, pressing the full of his weight down against his husband. ]
[There'd been a time that knowing how much stronger Lan Zhan was than him would be a point of contention, a bit of rivalry and releasing his teenage hormones in the form of combat. Now, the forceful hold against his wrists only makes him gasp and whimper with need. He was already responding to Lan Zhan's hand, but the show of strength and the weight of Lan Zhan's hips pressing down against him- it's enough to have him fully hard, his response obvious with how close together they are. Though he tries to shift beneath his husband's body, to grind up against him, find pleasure in a bit of friction, it's hard to move much at all, and he makes a helpless noise, throat bobbing as he glances up.]
It's- It's absolutely unfair how hot that is, Lan Zhan, fuck.
[The curse comes out as a hiss under his breath, even as he squirms in Lan Zhan's grasp. Is it really this easy to get him worked up?]
I-
[He starts, only a tiny bit self-conscious after his earlier vulnerability.]
Please, Lan Zhan, just a little, I want- want more. It's not enough!
[ He wants to give in, to give his husband every little thing that he wants. He's always wanted to shower Wei Ying with affections, but for the longest time believed those affections would fall on deaf ears and in arms that would drop him for the nearest pretty thing with doe eyes and a small waist.
Now that he knows that Wei Ying would never leave him, that Wei Ying loves him back deeply, he wants nothing more than to give and give until Wei Ying has had his fill of anything this world has to offer him. He crushes Wei Ying's lips in a kiss, strong and hard, the full of his emotion placed into it where his words usually failed.
He backs up only to start to undo the ties that hold his robes together, to shed them. He also thinks that Wei Ying might like to play this game, so he asks with a graveled voice: ]
A little more what?
[ He reveals his broad chest, his awful scar, and presses his hips forward again. ]
[Lan Zhan's kiss is rough and forceful, and his lips tingle, just beginning to bruise. It's distracting, even if it means Lan Zhan isn't moving against him, touching, stroking, anything. He lets out a plaintive moan, only to whimper, bereft, as he pulls away to continue undressing.
Wei Wuxian's eyes trail up his exposed body hungrily; just because he sees such a sight daily, doesn't diminish how much it turns him on, or how much he craves the press of their bodies. Hearing Lan Zhan prompt him for more, to beg for what he wants, it's enough to make even Wei Wuxian's skin start to burn with a faint flush. Accompanied by the weight of Lan Zhan's hips against his, it's enough to make his breath catch in a soft whimper, feeling shamelessly short on words, at least until they start to spill heedless from his lips. He squirms, desperate for a little more stimulation.]
A little more... little more anything, Lan Zhan, I... I want- want you to fuck me so hard I forget how to breathe. Want your cock deep in- deep inside. Want you to...
[Wei Wuxian's breath catches, teeth trailing over his lip, brows drawing together as he tries to shift beneath Lan Zhan's weight.]
[ Lan Wangji can, and will, make that happen. He distracts Wei Ying with more kisses as he divests them of the clothes they're wearing below the waist, taking any opportunity his hands aren't busy to touch his hips and his legs and all the things that he can't get enough of. Wei Ying is beautiful, inside and out, and Lan Wangji knows no such thing as restraint or moderation when it comes to his husband.
He moves down Wei Ying's body to leave hot kisses that might pattern his skin with red flowers later, and takes a fancy new tube out of his drawers. Someone, it seems, has actually schooled Lan Wangji in on the benefits of a modern, water-based lubricant.
And so, he spreads it all on his fingers, and prods below with, if Wei Ying didn't know any better, a care that would almost seem like trepidation. From all the times they've done this, Lan Wangji has no issues with following his instincts and the lovely noises he's come to expect from Wei Ying. But, he would be a liar if he professed not to enjoy the way Wei Ying whines for him, begs for him, acts like it's some sort of personal affront when Lan Wangji isn't busy fucking him into the ground. ]
Wei Ying...
[ He says so very little, but the shifts in tone of his voice convey all that he needs: he wants, he desires, and on any other day, his world would entirely reduce to and completely revolve around getting Wei Ying off. Having trailed his kisses down Wei Ying's front, he gives his inner thigh a curious bite, and looks up from in between Wei Ying's legs as he takes him into his mouth. ]
[Touch has always been grounding, reassuring, a physical reminder of their feelings for one another where words aren't needed. Lan Zhan's touch today is agonizingly slow, almost feels hesitant as he starts to prepare his husband. While the feeling is familiar, a hint of things to come, it's not enough, just keeping him on the edge of what he wants, and he tries to shift against Lan Zhan's fingers, not holding back from making a number of frustrated and increasingly impatient noises.
Hearing Lan Zhan speak his name though, it's enough to quiet him, at least for a moment, and as Lan Zhan sinks his teeth into the soft skin of his inner thigh he lets out a whine, the muscles of his leg jumping faintly beneath the skin. His whine becomes a breathy moan as Lan Zhan's warm mouth closes around him, and his back forms a soft bow. Fuck, how is he this close already?]
Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, don't stop...
[His hips jerk up, eager to fuck Lan Zhan's mouth, to feel the hot heat of him slide up and down his length, to lose himself in Lan Zhan's eyes, ever-locked on him. In some tiny corner of the back of his mind is a reminder that they were going to try to cultivate together, try to hold back, but the thought is lost to the moment, as he chases pleasure instead.]
[ He tries to go slowly to hold back, but he looks up and meets Wei Ying's eyes, his own gaze intense, watching him react to this pleasure with an unshakable pride in his heart. He guides Wei Ying's hand into his hair as he makes the most obscene noises with his tongue and his lips, moans luxuriantly against the hot flesh as he slips another finger in. No matter how many times they do this, he won't stop thinking about how tight Wei Ying is, how eager his body, how beautifully he shakes and trembles.
Eventually, he pulls off with a pop and a sharp intake of breath, kissing down Wei Ying's cock and biting kisses in his inner thigh as he opens Wei Ying up so insistently.
When he's finished with that, he can hardly take it any longer, and slides off the edge of the bed, pulling Wei Ying's hips roughly to take him along. He stops only to coat himself with lubricant before pressing into Wei Ying, vice grip on his thighs and peering into the heart of him through his irises. With his hands pressing Wei Ying's thighs against the bed, he rocks his hips and starts a cruel pace. ]
[Wei Wuxian might be full of theatrics and teasing, but when Lan Zhan indulges him like this, it's hard to do anything but let his body react. He holds firm where his hands are directed, pulling Lan Zhan's hair as he tries to hasten his completion, using his leverage to try to hurry his pace, pressing him down greedily on his cock with each bob of his head.
When he pulls off, Wei Wuxian makes a needy, disappointed whine, only to let his head rock back as teeth bite into his thigh, legs already trembling as he tries to hold back. Despite his earlier bravado, insisting he could hold out much longer than his husband, pried open like this, his thighs against the mattress, it's barely more than a few thrusts before he's dripping all over himself and shaking with the effort of holding back.]
Lan Zhan- I'm- I'm gonna- ah- ahh
[Try as he might, he can't hold back his nature; he comes hard, lost in Lan Zhan's dark eyes, a lingering moan on his lips.]
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Normally, he'd throw in a snappy retort, joke about how cold Lan Zhan had been to him in their youth or how he'd convinced himself Lan Zhan was infatuated with Mianmian instead. Now, he crawls a little closer, not quite climbing into Lan Zhan's lap, but just outside it, leaning forward and resting his hands on Lan Zhan's thighs before he leans in for a kiss.]
A late start is better than none at all.
[He breathes lightly as he pulls back, eyes searching, a shade more vulnerable than his usual boisterous front.]
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Wei Ying...
[ He won't betray Wen Ning, who asked him to keep it a secret that he's the one who told them all. He doesn't need that. ]
It's why you don't take your sword with you. It's why you created your own school of cultivation.
[ He says these as if they are observations that he'd made, that he'd already come to peace with. He offers Wei Ying another kiss. ]
You are brilliant.
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[Just as he's trying to get himself in the mood, Lan Zhan has to hit him with that. It didn't surprise him that Lan Zhan put the pieces together quickly- of course that was why he hadn't carried his sword, why he put up that stupid, cocky front, pretended he'd strayed to darker paths just for the power of it, and not because it was the only option left to him.
What surprises him is the compliment, commending him on being brilliant, able to take that route, when he was looked down on and spit upon by all the rest of the cultivation world for even trying it. How was that brilliant? If he were truly so gifted, he wouldn't have gotten his family killed, or been responsible for the annihilation of the Wens, or-
His lips barely move against Lan Zhan's as he's kissed, as he tries to rally, crawling the rest of the way into Lan Zhan's lap, desperate for the distraction it offers.]
We don't have to dwell on it, come on Lan Zhan, you're the brilliant one, show me this dual cultivation you've studied, hm?
[He starts pressing kisses along Lan Zhan's neck, his hand starting to slip beneath the pristine white collar to give him better access.]
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He starts to undo his waistband, shrugging off his long coat, letting the silken cloths slide down his arms, baring his chest to Wei Ying as he busies his hands in Wei Ying's hair, letting loose his little hair tie and getting his hands underneath Wei Ying's layers of robes.
Even as he turns his head and bares his neck for Wei Ying to leave kisses enough to mottle in patterns of blossoms, his hands move as if possessing a mind of their own, trying to divest Wei Ying of his clothes and get on his soft skin and firm muscles underneath. ]
Remember
[ His voice the even timbre it always is. ]
When our swords first crossed?
[ He means on the roof but he'll take any interpretation. He gets his arm around Wei Ying's back, and pulls him in, hips moving together to the start of a familiar dance. ]
I did not know, but I loved you, then.
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It's unfair that Lan Zhan's tone remains so even, despite his efforts to rile him up. He pauses at the question, the first time their swords crossed? That was easy, the first night he'd arrived in Cloud Recesses, but-
Wei Wuxian makes a helpless sigh of a noise and buries his face against Lan Zhan's shoulder.]
Mm, that's why you were so keen to keep me out and fight and then punish me, is that it?
[He gives Lan Zhan a little poke to the ribs because feelings are best deflected with humor, aren't they?]
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I knew I felt something for you.
And I did not want to.
[ Surely Wei Ying can understand because he'd had that conversation with Jiang Yanli. Not that Lan Wangji had been privy to that talk, but - ]
I take responsibility.
[ He holds Wei Ying in his arms, enfolded around him like wings. He would never want to jeopardize their relationship now, but feels they're in a spot he can finally divulge all the selfish things he did as a misconceiving teen. ]
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Didn't want to?
[He purses his lips in a pout, playing with Lan Zhan's hair, twisting his fingers in the dark strands as he rests his arms against his shoulders.]
And? What changed your mind? My incomparable good looks? Sharp wit?
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He'd been reckless before, he'd stood his ground, he'd been a troublemaker, yes. But that night, he asked for death knowing that Lan Wangji would have granted it to him.
And that was when he really understood, that he both loved this man, and he was ready to accept it, but also ready to accept that it was too late to tell him, that he needed to let him go. ]
It was your conviction to do what was right.
You upheld our promise.
[ And so, what else could an honorable man like Lan Wangji do but match him in the same? ]
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He pouts, settling low onto Lan Zhan's lap so they're practically eye-to-eye. It's all for show, and he barely finishes speaking before he breaks into another smile.]
Not even a little bit because of how sexy and tragically unobtainable I was?
[Lan Zhan is always so good at being serious, and speaking emotions that cut straight through him. It's exactly why he's so quick to deflect with humor and teasing. He's been resting his arms on Lan Zhan's shoulders, but he lets one hand wander, tugging lightly on the loose strap of Lan Zhan's headband.]
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Wei Ying always goes for the sweet gestures, and Wangji always goes straight for Wei Ying's body. ]
You were not unobtainable.
[ Sexy, yes. Tragic, yes. But had Wangji given him an inclination as to how he truly felt, surely they could have gone a few rounds in the back mountain, or instead of Wei Ying's punishment. Perhaps at the caves, when Wangji had thought maybe it was the last time they'd be alive, that they'd get to talk.
He stays close, eyes raking up and down Wei Ying's face as he inches in closer, studying all his beautiful features.
But, he would like to demonstrate just how obtainable Wei Ying was, by shrugging off a side of his robes, revealing a collar, a shoulder, and part of his chest. ]
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Oh no? Then what took you so long?
[He lets Lan Zhan undress him, though it's hard to slip his arm free when he wears those studded bracers, and the motion only seems to work to pin his arm against his side. Not that he appears to mind, in the slightest.]
I seem to recall precious little obtaining.
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It was improper.
[ Imagine, if at fifteen he'd actually taken Wei Ying to the back mountain and disarmed him of Suibian, tossed Bichen to the side and pinned him down on the grassy fields like he'd wanted. But also: ]
--And you might have become bored of me.
[ Wei Ying was always saying how boring Lan Wangji was and how there were so many beautiful girls waiting in Yunmeng. At the time, he still believed Wei Ying had been more experienced than him, and would have realized that Lan Wangji was both just as boring as he seemed to be and also a very inexperienced kisser, and would have discarded him as a result and moved onto someone else. ]
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[He can't help but give Lan Zhan a look, at that. Okay, maybe it wouldn't have been proper to go roll around in the forest together, but it sure didn't stop them now.]
Lan Zhan hardly seemed worried about propriety our first time, if I remember right.
[They'd barely even spoken of feelings then, letting their passions get the better of them. Not that he regretted a moment of it, but there's amusement in his tone at the difference between now and then.]
Besides, if I'd known what sorts of thoughts were lurking in Lan Zhan's mind back then, how could I ever get bored? I would've been completely surprised!
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I wasn't going to waste another moment.
[ He isn't going to mention how he thought that Wei Ying could get this sort of attention from anyone, so why settle for just Lan Wangji? Instead, he captures his lips in a kiss. There's enough talk for now. There's enough talk for a lifetime as far as Lan Wangji is concerned. ]
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When he finally has breath, he leans in close, lips to Lan Zhan's ear.]
Oh? And what will Hanguang Jun do with this brilliant troublemaker he's captured?
[Without a moment's hesitation he nips at Lan Zhan's earlobe, then runs his tongue over the bite to soothe.]
Let's see what you've learned about dual cultivation.
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It's quick work now to get Wei Ying out of his top, to palm him through the bottom robes, and offer him teasing kisses like the licks of a flame as he makes work of the ties that hold together his bottoms. ]
You must demonstrate control over desire.
[ As much as he possibly could. At least Lan Wangji isn't held to such rules, as he moves to kiss underneath Wei Ying's jaw and leave little love bites there for him to ponder tomorrow. Some go on various ones that are healing and peppering his skin in all sorts of pinks and light purples. ]
Talk to me.
[ That isn't usually something he needs to command of Wei Ying, but he thinks if they're going to pull this off, he's going to need a constant stream of communication. ]
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That thought is put on hold the moment Lan Zhan starts to palm him, moaning plaintively, arching further at his touch, trying to grind against his hand. How can Lan Zhan touch him like this and ask for him to stay in control? He lets out a whine instead, as Lan Zhan leans in, leaving little marks along the way.]
S-since when does Lan Zhan have to ask?
[He shifts his hips eagerly, then tugs playfully at Lan Zhan's hair.]
You want me to beg?
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But.
Now that he brings it up, Lan Wangji's cock grows a little harder, pulses a little heavier.
With one deft motion, he takes Wei Ying's hand out of his hair and pins his wrists to the ground, his hips taking the place of where his palm just was, pressing the full of his weight down against his husband. ]
Go ahead. Beg.
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It's- It's absolutely unfair how hot that is, Lan Zhan, fuck.
[The curse comes out as a hiss under his breath, even as he squirms in Lan Zhan's grasp. Is it really this easy to get him worked up?]
I-
[He starts, only a tiny bit self-conscious after his earlier vulnerability.]
Please, Lan Zhan, just a little, I want- want more. It's not enough!
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Now that he knows that Wei Ying would never leave him, that Wei Ying loves him back deeply, he wants nothing more than to give and give until Wei Ying has had his fill of anything this world has to offer him. He crushes Wei Ying's lips in a kiss, strong and hard, the full of his emotion placed into it where his words usually failed.
He backs up only to start to undo the ties that hold his robes together, to shed them. He also thinks that Wei Ying might like to play this game, so he asks with a graveled voice: ]
A little more what?
[ He reveals his broad chest, his awful scar, and presses his hips forward again. ]
Say it.
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Wei Wuxian's eyes trail up his exposed body hungrily; just because he sees such a sight daily, doesn't diminish how much it turns him on, or how much he craves the press of their bodies. Hearing Lan Zhan prompt him for more, to beg for what he wants, it's enough to make even Wei Wuxian's skin start to burn with a faint flush. Accompanied by the weight of Lan Zhan's hips against his, it's enough to make his breath catch in a soft whimper, feeling shamelessly short on words, at least until they start to spill heedless from his lips. He squirms, desperate for a little more stimulation.]
A little more... little more anything, Lan Zhan, I... I want- want you to fuck me so hard I forget how to breathe. Want your cock deep in- deep inside. Want you to...
[Wei Wuxian's breath catches, teeth trailing over his lip, brows drawing together as he tries to shift beneath Lan Zhan's weight.]
Mm- please, just- just touch me.
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He moves down Wei Ying's body to leave hot kisses that might pattern his skin with red flowers later, and takes a fancy new tube out of his drawers. Someone, it seems, has actually schooled Lan Wangji in on the benefits of a modern, water-based lubricant.
And so, he spreads it all on his fingers, and prods below with, if Wei Ying didn't know any better, a care that would almost seem like trepidation. From all the times they've done this, Lan Wangji has no issues with following his instincts and the lovely noises he's come to expect from Wei Ying. But, he would be a liar if he professed not to enjoy the way Wei Ying whines for him, begs for him, acts like it's some sort of personal affront when Lan Wangji isn't busy fucking him into the ground. ]
Wei Ying...
[ He says so very little, but the shifts in tone of his voice convey all that he needs: he wants, he desires, and on any other day, his world would entirely reduce to and completely revolve around getting Wei Ying off. Having trailed his kisses down Wei Ying's front, he gives his inner thigh a curious bite, and looks up from in between Wei Ying's legs as he takes him into his mouth. ]
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Hearing Lan Zhan speak his name though, it's enough to quiet him, at least for a moment, and as Lan Zhan sinks his teeth into the soft skin of his inner thigh he lets out a whine, the muscles of his leg jumping faintly beneath the skin. His whine becomes a breathy moan as Lan Zhan's warm mouth closes around him, and his back forms a soft bow. Fuck, how is he this close already?]
Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, don't stop...
[His hips jerk up, eager to fuck Lan Zhan's mouth, to feel the hot heat of him slide up and down his length, to lose himself in Lan Zhan's eyes, ever-locked on him. In some tiny corner of the back of his mind is a reminder that they were going to try to cultivate together, try to hold back, but the thought is lost to the moment, as he chases pleasure instead.]
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Eventually, he pulls off with a pop and a sharp intake of breath, kissing down Wei Ying's cock and biting kisses in his inner thigh as he opens Wei Ying up so insistently.
When he's finished with that, he can hardly take it any longer, and slides off the edge of the bed, pulling Wei Ying's hips roughly to take him along. He stops only to coat himself with lubricant before pressing into Wei Ying, vice grip on his thighs and peering into the heart of him through his irises. With his hands pressing Wei Ying's thighs against the bed, he rocks his hips and starts a cruel pace. ]
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When he pulls off, Wei Wuxian makes a needy, disappointed whine, only to let his head rock back as teeth bite into his thigh, legs already trembling as he tries to hold back. Despite his earlier bravado, insisting he could hold out much longer than his husband, pried open like this, his thighs against the mattress, it's barely more than a few thrusts before he's dripping all over himself and shaking with the effort of holding back.]
Lan Zhan- I'm- I'm gonna- ah- ahh
[Try as he might, he can't hold back his nature; he comes hard, lost in Lan Zhan's dark eyes, a lingering moan on his lips.]
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