[ 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.]
[ He tries to stop, but he barely gets any warning, and all of a sudden Wei Ying's finished all over the both of them. This is perhaps the only possible time that he would be disappointed in finding out that Wei Ying has come.
As long as he has though, Lan Wangji offers Wei Ying messy kisses and releases deeply inside of him.
After a moment, he pulls himself out and rolls over off of Wei Ying, catching his breath, looking up into the sky. He turns back towards him, kissing his cheek, kissing his mouth, washing away the disappointment. ]
We will try again.
[ And Lan Wangji will endeavor to be less sexy... ]
[His release is no less sweet, for how quickly it came, but as the high of the moment fades, he buries his face in Lan Zhan's shoulder, his usually thick face feeling far-too-thin at the moment, a flush of red visible in his cheeks and down his neck. Lan Zhan makes it far too easy to let himself get caught up in the moment, and self-control is easily one of his greatest short-comings, it's just never been so painfully obvious as it is just now.]
[ Lan Wangji does feel a little annoyed - not at Wei Ying, but at the both of them - but he could never hold it against Wei Ying. And he could never let him feel embarrassed. Instead, he takes Wei Ying's face in his hands and presses a kiss to his mouth. ]
It is alright.
We will try again.
[ He then plays with Wei Ying's hands, trying to make sure that he's not feeling too bad. ]
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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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As long as he has though, Lan Wangji offers Wei Ying messy kisses and releases deeply inside of him.
After a moment, he pulls himself out and rolls over off of Wei Ying, catching his breath, looking up into the sky. He turns back towards him, kissing his cheek, kissing his mouth, washing away the disappointment. ]
We will try again.
[ And Lan Wangji will endeavor to be less sexy... ]
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I- I wasn't ready!
[He squirms, huffing softly in embarrassment.]
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It is alright.
We will try again.
[ He then plays with Wei Ying's hands, trying to make sure that he's not feeling too bad. ]
We will try as many times as we need.