[ 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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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.