[He opens his mouth to tease, but before he can speak so much as a word, his lips are sealed with a kiss, rough and hungry and bruising. The noise he makes is startled, but easily muffled as they continue. He fights to keep up, snatching breath where he can, his hands reaching up, slipping beneath his collar to caress neck and shoulders appreciatively.]
...Oh? Is that all you wanted? Why didn't you... say so?
[He barely manages to get the words out, between the harsh press of kisses. The bathrobes do little to conceal, so he hardly feels exposed, even as the air hits his skin. Lan Zhan's hands are broad and warm, and he arches his back up into them, eager for his touch.]
[ That bit of cheek earns him a hard bite, but then Lan Wangji lets go, only to rake Wei Ying over with his appreciative gaze. He's beautiful like this, and Lan Wangji is eager to get his robes off and look at him in his entirety, that broad chest that draws in the flat of his palm, fingers catching on his nipple, the flat of his stomach with all its hard work, the muscles of his thighs showing years of training.
He pries Wei Ying's legs apart, cracking his thighs open like a book, slotting himself and his full weight in between, bracketed by soft, warm skin. ]
[There's a quiet, but indignant yelp at the bite, followed by a breathy laugh. Actions always did speak louder than the few words Lan Wangji spoke, and right now they spoke of the rare playful side, the one he was lucky enough to know. No matter how many times Lan Zhan touched him, it still felt new and exciting, a reminder that he was wanted.
His breath stuttered as that hand ran down his chest, sliding over his stomach, calloused fingers he'd once only watched play the strings now tracing the lines of his body. He doesn't put up a fight, welcoming his partner with a teasing slide of his knee against Lan Zhan's side.]
And you wonder why I was worried you were bored!
[He gives Lan Zhan an extra nudge to his side with his knee, crinkling his nose up at him.]
[ He leans in to kiss the crinkles of his nose, what with how irresistible they are every single time he does them.
Then he grinds their hips gently together, mouth moving to Wei Ying's ear as he whispers: ]
Don't listen to what I say.
[ As he lifts Wei Ying's hand to cover his heart, in case he was unconvinced by Lan Wangji already being half-hard against him despite how little he'd been touched.
His heart, beating like a bird trying to escape its cage, flutters rapidly and fiercely in his chest. ]
[It's kind of incredible how Lan Zhan can go from something so sweet as kisses on his nose, to the heated roll of his hips in almost the same movement. His hand moves to rest over Lan Zhan's heart, fingers grazing the scar tissue. The racing of his heart is unmistakable, so at odds with how calm he seems.]
I can't always feel it. So...
[His lips curve into a smile before he raises his head, kissing soft, but insistently against his jawline.]
[ He complies, holding Wei Ying close to him, and peppering mirrored kisses on his face as Wei Ying attends to his jaw. But then, his kisses wander, down Wei Ying's throat, and all across his décolletage.
They're meandering, light kisses, but he lays them like gold foil onto a painting; he would want to leave no spot ungilded, and nothing of Wei Ying's feeling uncherished.
[He can't help a bubbling laughter as Lan Zhan's kisses brush his neck, ticklish and soft, and he tilts his chin up, laying his throat bare. His fingers encourage, as they play over Lan Zhan's skin, slipping low between them, hampered by the belt for only a few moments before he works it loose, craving the press of skin to skin.]
[ Lan Wangji's tie slips free and it prompts him to shrug off the robe entirely, leaving himself completely bare. That Wei Ying trusts him completely like this, that Wei Ying wants him like this, sends a euphoric tingle through his entire body.
His kisses grow hungrier as he makes his way down Wei Ying's chest, and he takes one nipple into his mouth as he plays with the other one, pinching it in between two of his fingers, very much so still in that stage of trying things and wondering which of them Wei Ying likes. Wondering which things he likes to do, himself. For all that Wei Ying professed he was a virgin, it's not like Lan Wangji had any more experience. ]
[His arms are still stuck in the sleeves of his robe, a bit harder to escape since it's pinned underneath him, but does little to stifle his enthusiasm, at least until Lan Zhan moves lower. Before, their time together had been quick and frantic, the pent-up frustrations of years left with things unsaid. Now that they could take their time, he was learning a lot more about himself and the things he enjoyed.
His breath caught, a surprised and somewhat indecent sound escaping as Lan Zhan's mouth and hands moved over his chest. The feeling moved through him like a spark along his nerves, and he twitched and shifted beneath his partner, body beginning to rouse and take notice. He'd wrongly assumed, in his perusal of erotic art, that those sort of things were only enjoyed by women, but his body was honest, as ever, in assuring him that was not the case.]
[ He sounds surprised, and Lan Wangji is wondering if Wei Ying hadn't even ever discovered a need to touch himself, to see what sort of things his body might like or not like when in a situation with a partner.
Lan Wangji had, of course, abstained; his will for Inquiry was strong but if he knew anyone with one stronger it would be Wei Ying, stubborn with head of iron. So perhaps he had been watching the whole time, and how pathetic would it have been, to snake a hand beneath his robes, to cry out the name of a dead man into the deafening quiet of the Jingshi?
No, he had only his imagination to keep him company. And it seems, so had Wei Ying.
His mouth lingers, but his hands slide down, catching on every groove of his abdomen cut by intake of breath, touch feather-light to tease out where he is sensitive. The curve under his chest? The dip in his oblique? Perhaps, the v that draws a line straight to his cock. ]
[It surely wasn't that he was completely pure and pristine, some things were good for easing tension, but he hadn't mastered all six arts at a young age by being easily distracted. He enjoyed flirting, sure, turning heads, why not? But in the end, it was all bluster and bravado and rumor. He spent most of his time studying, inventing, and once he'd lost his core, keeping the resentful energy under control had required every bit of willpower he had.
To be able to be so unrestrained with Lan Zhan though, it felt so good. Fulfilling, in a way, to not have to worry, not put on a face for anyone, just let himself feel. The hand trailed down his chest, toned muscles, a faint tickle at his sides that makes his breath stutter, before drawing a line where hip met thigh. He arched up into it, eager for the touch, even if it was only a tease.]
"Lan Zhan," he breathed, "Lan-er-gege, don't make me beg."
[ But Lan Wangji likes it when Wei Ying begs, and deep-down, likes it when he so playfully calls him er-gege, in a tone which he takes out for no one else. It feels like something that belongs solely to him, these little things. Wei Ying could give himself fully to anyone who needed his help, but only the second eldest brother Lan could, with his sweetly yearning touch, coax such sounds out of him.
As much as he'd love to tease, his body is anxious and impatient, and his fingers dip to take Wei Ying into his grip, giving him a few long, slow strokes, sensuous and unrushed. His own cock is hot and heavy against Wei Ying's thigh, with that and just the heady feeling of getting to touch Wei Ying like this enough to keep it twitching in interest.
He takes his time, maps out each groove and bump with his fingers and thumb, tightening the circle of his grip as he pumps, eyes casting an upward glance to look at that face. And when he's spared a glance, he returns to kissing his chest with a reverence like he might be worshipping the precious cargo contained within. ]
[Wei Wuxian lets out a pleased moan when Lan Zhan finally begins to stroke him, arousal thrumming in his veins as he reacts to each touch. He arches up, muscles tightening for a moment as Lan Zhan changes his grip. His hips rock up against his hand, trying to match Lan Wangji's motions.
He knows he should be more considerate of his partner's needs, and it's hard to tell if Lan Zhan is enjoying himself as much, with his face pressed so close to Wei Wuxian's chest, leaving kisses over that bare expanse of skin.]
Lan-er-gege, La- mm- does it feel good Lan Zhan?
[He reaches a shaky hand down, knuckles brushing Lan Zhan's cheek as he brushes a long strand of hair behind his ear.]
[ He strokes Wei Ying slowly, but steadily, his fingers sometimes soft, sometimes stronger, just to put in a little bit of variety and unpredictability. His other hand is busy massaging Wei Ying's skin, just whatever little pieces of it he can find to fit his thumbs into the grooves and contours, loving this body with every move and every breath.
At his question, Lan Wangji looks up and gives his nipple a little pinch. ]
Wei Ying, you feel good.
[ He's wanted this for so long, honestly; just a kiss would drive him mad. He'd only dreamed that he'd get anything like this, even after Wei Ying returned to him. Perhaps especially after he returned, and it seemed like he hadn't felt those same things that Lan Wangji did, after all. ]
Pleasing you feels good.
[ But he remembers that Wei Ying had requested he be a little more selfish, and so he moves up a little bit and after just a gentle bit of teasing, covers Wei Ying's lips with his own and seeks to kiss him until he is quite breathless. ]
[Each little change keeps him guessing, draws out louder and more desperate gasps and cries. Even the sudden pinch makes his hips stutter, a needy whine following. He wants Lan Zhan to enjoy himself too, but it's so hard to focus, so hard to concentrate on anything but the attentive fingers against his cock.
Just hearing that he's enjoying himself though, that making him come undone is satisfying to Lan Zhan too, is enough to pull his lips into a smile. He's close, hard and aching, precum dribbling messily down his length as he starts to pant. His playful fingers graze Lan Zhan's scalp, tangle in his hair, pull in appreciative little jerks and tugs.]
Lan Zhan, you're- mm- so good I- please, I'm so close, I- ah-
[He doesn't get much further before lips crash into his, and he hums, a soft moan against them, feeling him so deep and hot, snatching breaths where he can.]
[ He loves how Wei Ying falls apart underneath his touch. Whether it be with his mouth or his hands or on his cock, Wei Ying seems so receptive to him, so eager for his body. And Lan Wangji can't help but to relish in it, to love it, to run his thumbs over that pre-come and use it to make his movements more slick, liquid hot and viscous in his hands and forming such a lovely steam in between the two of them.
His tongue delves into Wei Ying's because he feels no more whole than when he can be imparted into him, physically, emotionally, connected to him in this way. His lips are so soft, both body and mouth so pliant, so eager to be molded and sculpted and entirely devoured. He withdraws his tongue, only to worry Wei Ying's bottom lip with his teeth, breaking to command into his mouth: ]
Come for me.
[ He collects every single hair-tug, catalogues all his moans and his shivers, adds them to the ever-growing shrine in his heart overtaken entirely by Wei Ying. Wonders how good he must have been in a past life, how Godly, to deserve a future of every night, pleasing his husband. And occasionally, or more than occasionally, pleasing his husband twice. ]
[The hot slide of those fingers around him, made slick by his own messy fluids feels both lewd and stimulating. Those deep kisses are enough to make him dizzy, breathless, whimpering against the press of lips as Lan Zhan strokes him, pushing him closer and closer to completion. His lips are already kiss-red, and the drag of teeth over them is intoxicating.
He tries to chase after, despite how his breath is coming faster, but Lan Zhan's whispered demand hits him and he's never wanted so badly to do as he's told. Does Lan Zhan have any idea what his voice does? How he can say such things and be so effortlessly and absolutely devastating? The words have barely left Hanguang Jun's mouth before Wei Wuxian is grinding his hips against his hand, and it's only a handful of seconds before he fulfills that whispered request.
His head falls back, exposing the long and pale column of his neck, now peppered with the evidence of Lan Zhan's affection. His name is an urgent whisper that grows into a cry as Wei Wuxian comes between them, his once tight and tense muscles relaxing as his breath quickly rises and falls.]
[ Lan Wangji kisses his neck, kisses his jaw, easing the orgasm out of his body, hand pumping away until Wangji is sure he's done. Wei Ying doesn't know how delectable he is, body like an instrument being played by Lan Wangji's hands, so gorgeously singing for him, body taut like strings to pluck.
He steals one more heated kiss before he moves out from between Wei Ying's legs and lifts his hips so that his lower half is lying on its side, and presses up against his back. Wei Ying will never have to ask how Lan Wangji would like to take his pleasure. His completely ignored cock is hard and impatient against his ass as Lan Wangji roughly grabs at a cheek and then, upon withdrawal, cups his hand and gives him a good hard smack. He does love the sound of skin hitting skin, and how the pale skin starts to blush a peachy pink. ]
Wei Ying, top drawer.
[ Inside, he's hidden a vial of massage oil that he'd taken from the spa. He figures it'd be easier to use that, and possibly would also feel slightly less painful as one of its more intended uses. ]
[Tremors run through his oversensitive body as Lan Zhan continues to stroke him, drawing out a few more mewls of pleasure. He can barely keep up as Lan Zhan kisses him, returning it messily before laying back against the bed, trying to catch his breath. Lan Zhan is already shifting him into a new position, and he can feel how hard and hot he is, and squirms just a little against Lan Zhan before he's groped roughly.
He's about to tease Lan Zhan about how it'll surely bruise, but instead, he receives a hard smack across his backside. The lewd sound he makes is not nearly so shamed and offended as he feels, and that's probably the worst part of all! He's stunned quiet for a moment, a hand flying to cover his mouth as a deep scarlet flush grows over his skin. He'd wanted Lan Zhan to be more selfish, sure, but he hadn't meant- not like that!]
Lan Zhan, h-hey, that... that stings you know?
[He looks contrite for probably the first time in his life. Even the large wooden paddles in Cloud Recesses were only for swatting them across the back! To have his ass slapped like a wayward child is... is way more embarrassing than it has any right to be.
He scrambles to reach for the drawer, hoping if he behaves, perhaps another won't follow. His eyes scan the contents for a moment before falling on the vial of oil and he hurries to grab it, then turns to hand it to Lan Zhan.]
[ But Wei Ying really is a gremlin child of a husband, and it does look like he has some shame. Lan Wangji looks about as satisfied as he possibly can, to know this about his beloved Wei Ying, and with his hand still fixated on that lovely round cheek, he leans in and whispers: ]
Let me massage it better.
[ He uncaps the oil and lets it drip all over his fingers, warming up the liquid in his hands, before dipping his hands below and actually massaging the general area, his fingers seeking out and rubbing against soft skin. He doesn't press too hard, just dissolving some of the oil into the back of his thighs and the swell of his ass, before he nudges Wei Ying's legs apart. ]
Does it still sting?
[ His breath is slightly ragged, rough underneath Wei Ying's jaw, every once in awhile leaving a possessive kiss to his throat. ]
[He's not sure if massaging it will make him any more or less likely to want to bury his face in the pillows, but the sound of Lan Zhan's voice saying such things, in that alluring whisper of his, it's truly unfair! He manages a shaky nod and worries his lower lip as Lan Zhan begins, sighing appreciatively as his hands work over his hips and thighs.]
Little better...
[He says it with an exaggerated pout, thighs parting when prompted, the flush of his skin fading as he's coaxed with kisses. He rocks back against Lan Zhan invitingly; it's hard to let even a false sense of anger linger, especially when he'd begged Lan Zhan to be a more demanding lover.]
[ With Wei Ying's legs spread like two pleats of a fan, Lan Wangji feels his breath hitch as he bites back a moan, longing to capture within his mind the exact way the light hits his skin, the creamy color of his thighs, the way his lips part over a sigh. He's gorgeous, and he's all Lan Wangji's to claim.
Gently, with one hand continuing the massage of his thighs and his hips and the lovely round of his ass, Lan Wangji pauses just to get a little more massage oil on his other fingers. As the perfume has started to permeate the bed, he supposes he might forever associate the scent to this lovemaking, but it hardly matters. He presses a finger gently into Wei Ying, slick and warm.
As it turns out, this is much easier than their more alternative method, and Lan Wangji is quickly pumping one finger in and out of him, hoping that this part will someday become more pleasurable to him than invasive. ]
[Lan Zhan has been waiting so patiently, and even now, he continues the slow, indulgent massage. It reminds him easily of the time they'd spent in the hotel's spa, treading delicately around one another as he tried to pretend it wasn't everything he'd wanted.
As a finger begins to work its way inside him, he can't help but notice how much easier it is, thankfully slicker than the crude mess of spit and his own cum. It's still sensitive, intrusive, and he lowers his head, reminding his body to relax, growing accustomed to the faint burn of muscle being worked open. Much as he enjoys Lan Zhan's rough and wild side in the bedroom, this takes him apart just as well. It isn't long at all before he's rocking back against his hand, tongue flicking over his lips in anticipation.]
[ They have plenty of time for Lan Wangji to be a little rough, but right now he takes his time, because the more comfortable he is now, the easier it can be for him to fuck him absolutely senseless later. His lone digit is quickly joined by another, slowly at first, but resuming their task simulating a larger insertion as soon as he feels Wei Ying's body acclimate.
He crooks his fingers forward, his mouth depositing little kisses on his jaw like the many offerings he'd once burned for Wei Ying, hoping they'd reach him in heaven. This, he thinks, where he's sure they reach him, where he gets immediate feedback, is much better.
More easily, more quickly this time, he's fucking Wei Ying on three fingers, propping his body slightly up just so he can get a good view of where they slide in and out of him, the sight of it making his cock twitch in absolute interest. ]
You're so good for me, aren't you?
[ He bites his lower lip, and looks for a bundle of nerves within Wei Ying, that he had discovered last time, that he wishes to uncover every day for as long as they both can. ]
[It takes a concentrated effort to relax as Lan Zhan's fingers began to work him open. He couldn't help but tighten occasionally, when Lan Zhan touched him just so, crooking those fingers inside him or when the burn started to become too much, too fast. He never asked Lan Zhan to stop, or slow down though, his body communicating instead through sharp breaths and hushed whimpers.
Overwhelming as it was, he still tried to help, tried to open his legs a bit further, to cant his hips upward. As a third finger worked its way inside, and Lan Zhan began searching, Wei Wuxian wasn't shy in his responses, rewarding him with pleased moans of:]
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...Oh? Is that all you wanted? Why didn't you... say so?
[He barely manages to get the words out, between the harsh press of kisses. The bathrobes do little to conceal, so he hardly feels exposed, even as the air hits his skin. Lan Zhan's hands are broad and warm, and he arches his back up into them, eager for his touch.]
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He pries Wei Ying's legs apart, cracking his thighs open like a book, slotting himself and his full weight in between, bracketed by soft, warm skin. ]
Do you still prefer that I meditate?
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His breath stuttered as that hand ran down his chest, sliding over his stomach, calloused fingers he'd once only watched play the strings now tracing the lines of his body. He doesn't put up a fight, welcoming his partner with a teasing slide of his knee against Lan Zhan's side.]
And you wonder why I was worried you were bored!
[He gives Lan Zhan an extra nudge to his side with his knee, crinkling his nose up at him.]
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Then he grinds their hips gently together, mouth moving to Wei Ying's ear as he whispers: ]
Don't listen to what I say.
[ As he lifts Wei Ying's hand to cover his heart, in case he was unconvinced by Lan Wangji already being half-hard against him despite how little he'd been touched.
His heart, beating like a bird trying to escape its cage, flutters rapidly and fiercely in his chest. ]
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I can't always feel it. So...
[His lips curve into a smile before he raises his head, kissing soft, but insistently against his jawline.]
...you better hold me close, so I don't forget.
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They're meandering, light kisses, but he lays them like gold foil onto a painting; he would want to leave no spot ungilded, and nothing of Wei Ying's feeling uncherished.
Wei Ying has been patient enough, this morning. ]
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Already much better than meditation.
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His kisses grow hungrier as he makes his way down Wei Ying's chest, and he takes one nipple into his mouth as he plays with the other one, pinching it in between two of his fingers, very much so still in that stage of trying things and wondering which of them Wei Ying likes. Wondering which things he likes to do, himself. For all that Wei Ying professed he was a virgin, it's not like Lan Wangji had any more experience. ]
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His breath caught, a surprised and somewhat indecent sound escaping as Lan Zhan's mouth and hands moved over his chest. The feeling moved through him like a spark along his nerves, and he twitched and shifted beneath his partner, body beginning to rouse and take notice. He'd wrongly assumed, in his perusal of erotic art, that those sort of things were only enjoyed by women, but his body was honest, as ever, in assuring him that was not the case.]
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Lan Wangji had, of course, abstained; his will for Inquiry was strong but if he knew anyone with one stronger it would be Wei Ying, stubborn with head of iron. So perhaps he had been watching the whole time, and how pathetic would it have been, to snake a hand beneath his robes, to cry out the name of a dead man into the deafening quiet of the Jingshi?
No, he had only his imagination to keep him company. And it seems, so had Wei Ying.
His mouth lingers, but his hands slide down, catching on every groove of his abdomen cut by intake of breath, touch feather-light to tease out where he is sensitive. The curve under his chest? The dip in his oblique? Perhaps, the v that draws a line straight to his cock. ]
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To be able to be so unrestrained with Lan Zhan though, it felt so good. Fulfilling, in a way, to not have to worry, not put on a face for anyone, just let himself feel. The hand trailed down his chest, toned muscles, a faint tickle at his sides that makes his breath stutter, before drawing a line where hip met thigh. He arched up into it, eager for the touch, even if it was only a tease.]
"Lan Zhan," he breathed, "Lan-er-gege, don't make me beg."
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As much as he'd love to tease, his body is anxious and impatient, and his fingers dip to take Wei Ying into his grip, giving him a few long, slow strokes, sensuous and unrushed. His own cock is hot and heavy against Wei Ying's thigh, with that and just the heady feeling of getting to touch Wei Ying like this enough to keep it twitching in interest.
He takes his time, maps out each groove and bump with his fingers and thumb, tightening the circle of his grip as he pumps, eyes casting an upward glance to look at that face. And when he's spared a glance, he returns to kissing his chest with a reverence like he might be worshipping the precious cargo contained within. ]
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He knows he should be more considerate of his partner's needs, and it's hard to tell if Lan Zhan is enjoying himself as much, with his face pressed so close to Wei Wuxian's chest, leaving kisses over that bare expanse of skin.]
Lan-er-gege, La- mm- does it feel good Lan Zhan?
[He reaches a shaky hand down, knuckles brushing Lan Zhan's cheek as he brushes a long strand of hair behind his ear.]
I want you to... feel good too...
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At his question, Lan Wangji looks up and gives his nipple a little pinch. ]
Wei Ying, you feel good.
[ He's wanted this for so long, honestly; just a kiss would drive him mad. He'd only dreamed that he'd get anything like this, even after Wei Ying returned to him. Perhaps especially after he returned, and it seemed like he hadn't felt those same things that Lan Wangji did, after all. ]
Pleasing you feels good.
[ But he remembers that Wei Ying had requested he be a little more selfish, and so he moves up a little bit and after just a gentle bit of teasing, covers Wei Ying's lips with his own and seeks to kiss him until he is quite breathless. ]
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Just hearing that he's enjoying himself though, that making him come undone is satisfying to Lan Zhan too, is enough to pull his lips into a smile. He's close, hard and aching, precum dribbling messily down his length as he starts to pant. His playful fingers graze Lan Zhan's scalp, tangle in his hair, pull in appreciative little jerks and tugs.]
Lan Zhan, you're- mm- so good I- please, I'm so close, I- ah-
[He doesn't get much further before lips crash into his, and he hums, a soft moan against them, feeling him so deep and hot, snatching breaths where he can.]
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His tongue delves into Wei Ying's because he feels no more whole than when he can be imparted into him, physically, emotionally, connected to him in this way. His lips are so soft, both body and mouth so pliant, so eager to be molded and sculpted and entirely devoured. He withdraws his tongue, only to worry Wei Ying's bottom lip with his teeth, breaking to command into his mouth: ]
Come for me.
[ He collects every single hair-tug, catalogues all his moans and his shivers, adds them to the ever-growing shrine in his heart overtaken entirely by Wei Ying. Wonders how good he must have been in a past life, how Godly, to deserve a future of every night, pleasing his husband. And occasionally, or more than occasionally, pleasing his husband twice. ]
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He tries to chase after, despite how his breath is coming faster, but Lan Zhan's whispered demand hits him and he's never wanted so badly to do as he's told. Does Lan Zhan have any idea what his voice does? How he can say such things and be so effortlessly and absolutely devastating? The words have barely left Hanguang Jun's mouth before Wei Wuxian is grinding his hips against his hand, and it's only a handful of seconds before he fulfills that whispered request.
His head falls back, exposing the long and pale column of his neck, now peppered with the evidence of Lan Zhan's affection. His name is an urgent whisper that grows into a cry as Wei Wuxian comes between them, his once tight and tense muscles relaxing as his breath quickly rises and falls.]
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He steals one more heated kiss before he moves out from between Wei Ying's legs and lifts his hips so that his lower half is lying on its side, and presses up against his back. Wei Ying will never have to ask how Lan Wangji would like to take his pleasure. His completely ignored cock is hard and impatient against his ass as Lan Wangji roughly grabs at a cheek and then, upon withdrawal, cups his hand and gives him a good hard smack. He does love the sound of skin hitting skin, and how the pale skin starts to blush a peachy pink. ]
Wei Ying, top drawer.
[ Inside, he's hidden a vial of massage oil that he'd taken from the spa. He figures it'd be easier to use that, and possibly would also feel slightly less painful as one of its more intended uses. ]
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He's about to tease Lan Zhan about how it'll surely bruise, but instead, he receives a hard smack across his backside. The lewd sound he makes is not nearly so shamed and offended as he feels, and that's probably the worst part of all! He's stunned quiet for a moment, a hand flying to cover his mouth as a deep scarlet flush grows over his skin. He'd wanted Lan Zhan to be more selfish, sure, but he hadn't meant- not like that!]
Lan Zhan, h-hey, that... that stings you know?
[He looks contrite for probably the first time in his life. Even the large wooden paddles in Cloud Recesses were only for swatting them across the back! To have his ass slapped like a wayward child is... is way more embarrassing than it has any right to be.
He scrambles to reach for the drawer, hoping if he behaves, perhaps another won't follow. His eyes scan the contents for a moment before falling on the vial of oil and he hurries to grab it, then turns to hand it to Lan Zhan.]
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Let me massage it better.
[ He uncaps the oil and lets it drip all over his fingers, warming up the liquid in his hands, before dipping his hands below and actually massaging the general area, his fingers seeking out and rubbing against soft skin. He doesn't press too hard, just dissolving some of the oil into the back of his thighs and the swell of his ass, before he nudges Wei Ying's legs apart. ]
Does it still sting?
[ His breath is slightly ragged, rough underneath Wei Ying's jaw, every once in awhile leaving a possessive kiss to his throat. ]
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Little better...
[He says it with an exaggerated pout, thighs parting when prompted, the flush of his skin fading as he's coaxed with kisses. He rocks back against Lan Zhan invitingly; it's hard to let even a false sense of anger linger, especially when he'd begged Lan Zhan to be a more demanding lover.]
Mm... Feels nice Lan Zhan... just like that...
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Gently, with one hand continuing the massage of his thighs and his hips and the lovely round of his ass, Lan Wangji pauses just to get a little more massage oil on his other fingers. As the perfume has started to permeate the bed, he supposes he might forever associate the scent to this lovemaking, but it hardly matters. He presses a finger gently into Wei Ying, slick and warm.
As it turns out, this is much easier than their more alternative method, and Lan Wangji is quickly pumping one finger in and out of him, hoping that this part will someday become more pleasurable to him than invasive. ]
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As a finger begins to work its way inside him, he can't help but notice how much easier it is, thankfully slicker than the crude mess of spit and his own cum. It's still sensitive, intrusive, and he lowers his head, reminding his body to relax, growing accustomed to the faint burn of muscle being worked open. Much as he enjoys Lan Zhan's rough and wild side in the bedroom, this takes him apart just as well. It isn't long at all before he's rocking back against his hand, tongue flicking over his lips in anticipation.]
Keep going. Lan Zhan... want you...
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He crooks his fingers forward, his mouth depositing little kisses on his jaw like the many offerings he'd once burned for Wei Ying, hoping they'd reach him in heaven. This, he thinks, where he's sure they reach him, where he gets immediate feedback, is much better.
More easily, more quickly this time, he's fucking Wei Ying on three fingers, propping his body slightly up just so he can get a good view of where they slide in and out of him, the sight of it making his cock twitch in absolute interest. ]
You're so good for me, aren't you?
[ He bites his lower lip, and looks for a bundle of nerves within Wei Ying, that he had discovered last time, that he wishes to uncover every day for as long as they both can. ]
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Overwhelming as it was, he still tried to help, tried to open his legs a bit further, to cant his hips upward. As a third finger worked its way inside, and Lan Zhan began searching, Wei Wuxian wasn't shy in his responses, rewarding him with pleased moans of:]
So good, please-! Yes- ah-
[And:]
There, right- there.
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