[He's not sure how much longer he can hold on, muscles tight, back bent as it is, hips raised, skin raw and red and tingling. But he feels it, as Lan Zhan falters behind him, a rush of heat between them follows. It's enough to leave him panting and desperate for breath as soon as the fist at the back of his neck eases.
He wouldn't mind so much, overtaxed as his body feels, if Lan Zhan wanted to wait a bit longer before helping him finish. But only a few moments pass before he's once again squirming beneath, still tight where their bodies intertwine. He makes a rough mewling sound against Lan Zhan's hand as he feels gentle kisses press over his thoroughly abused skin. His hand tries to reach back and he can't decide if he wants to spur those motions on, or slow them to a halt.]
[ The only thing better to Lan Wangji here than his own release is Wei Ying's, watching him finish, watching his whole body shake apart under his touch. And so his ministrations continue, breath hot at his neck. His hand, now freed from his hair, spreads across the front of his stomach and holds them together. ]
Wei Ying... Ha...
[ Despite feeling spent, and over-sensitive, he slowly moves his hips back and forth to continue some semblance of the motion from before, so long as his cock hasn't softened quite yet, so long as he's still able to pleasure his husband-to-be.
Eventually, when he can't take it anymore, he pulls entirely out of him, and falls back, though he hooks an arm around Wei Ying to pull him backward on top of him. He can't get enough, can't keep his hands or his mouth or his mind off of him. ]
[He'd thought Lan Zhan had finished, but he gasps as he ruts against him a few more times before pulling out, mess dribbling from both his abused entrance and his gently throbbing cock.
It's with some relief that Lan Zhan pulls him back against him, lays down on the bed, but even so, he's relentless as he strokes him, bringing him ever closer. He leans back, head resting in that curve of Lan Zhan's shoulder, lolling back to expose his neck. He raises a hand weakly, knuckles brushing his lover's cheek in a gesture that's both gentle and appreciative.]
Lan Zhan, mm-
[His voice is a bare whisper, rough and spent as he writhes against Lan Zhan's hand.]
Promise I won't- ah- doubt how much fun mm- oh- you're having... ever again.
[ Lan Wangji tips up Wei Ying's chin as he turns his face to suckle a kiss at his neck, as if he needed any more red and purple flowers blooming on his skin in the morning. With his legs, he forces Wei Ying's thighs further apart, stroking him at a steady pace, pausing only to wet his fingers in the mess he'd made.
He could honestly keep going like this, finding new ways to please Wei Ying even after he releases a second time. But like limiting himself to no more than three bowls per meal, he thinks perhaps after this, he will just let Wei Ying bask lazily and pleasantly numb in afterglow.
But that's getting ahead of himself. ]
I will still prove that I do.
[ He gives the underside of Wei Ying's jaw a little nibble. ]
[Wei Wuxian is sure he'll be a mottled mess as soon as all the bruises and bites have had time to settle in. He's left little of his skin unmarked in his amorous devotion. His thighs burn at the stretch, twitching each time Lan Zhan rubs him just so, the slick mess almost soothing where he feels raw.
He's already leaking, fluid dribbling down onto his flat stomach. It seems unfair, now that they're grown, that Lan Zhan knows all the places he's weak, where Wei Wuxian had once been the one to rile him up into little fits of emotion. But each touch and nibble and rough caress that continued, even after he came, was proof enough he was enjoying every bit of Wei Wuxian's body.]
Every day?
[His voice almost cracks on the word, hips stuttering against his hand. He doesn't doubt Lan Zhan has the stamina, but he's not sure his own body can take it, at least not if he expects Wei Wuxian to still be up before noon.]
[ Now that the majority of sounds between them include the very wet slick sounds of Wangji's hand on Wei Ying's cock, his other hand is free to explore with curiosity the grooves of his stomach and the little sloping swells of his chest.
His body is unfairly smooth, freed of its old scars, beautiful and new. But Wangji has laid claim, has at least helped it get a little bit broken in. He hopes nothing else can touch it, not fire nor blade to skin. But if Wei Ying wishes it, he won't come to pray every day at his temple. ]
Is Wei Ying not having fun?
[ He doesn't really believe that, perhaps Wei Ying is only teasing. But Lan Wangji would gladly have him every day. Twice a day. ]
[Not having fun? The way his body reacted ought to be enough proof of the contrary on its own, perhaps his moans, his begging, the way he calls his name would suffice. He was always teasing and flirtatious, more so, knowing his feelings were actually returned, but he hadn't put it into words. How could he say aloud that there was rarely a time when he didn't want Lan Zhan to touch him? Didn't want to tease him til Lan Zhan held him down and pressed possessive kisses all over his skin?
His hips gave another shuddering buck into Lan Zhan's hand, thighs tensing as he nears his end, and he let out another whimpering moan. He's too close to string together any sort of eloquence to his words, punctuated as they are by increasingly needy gasps.]
No, I- Yes, I mean- ah Lan Zhan- I- yes... everyday... please...
[ He casually jerks away at Wei Ying's cock, and feeling how close he is, the hand at his torso feels inspired to reach below to give his balls a little tug, to massage them in his palm. ]
Yes?
[ He knows every day is a tall order, but he wants to fully satisfy his husband in every aspect possible. To cook for him, to bathe him, to make love to him daily: these are the easy things. To make sure he feels loved and secured and safe: those are difficult.
But regardless, with his hands around Wei Ying like a harness, and lips against his neck, he feels at the very least, he could offer this. ]
Lan Zhan... I- ah- I want to... I want to, please Lan Er-ge- aaah-
[How Lan Zhan can maintain any of his composure while taking Wei Wuxian apart like this is beyond him. It's all he can do to get a handful of words out without moaning wantonly around them. His thighs jerk against Lan Zhan's knees, and it's hard to say if he's begging for release or for his daily affection, though it could easily be both.
His hips give a couple more short, quick jerks before he comes messily over Lan Zhan's hands and his own bare stomach. It's as if he can feel all the tension he'd been holding in his body let go at once, and he collapses gratefully back against Lan Zhan's chest.]
[ Lan Wangji whispers merely soft "mm?"s against Wei Ying's ear, as if asking him to clarify things that surely he is in no state to clarify at the moment. He looks over Wei Ying's shoulder as the white fluid marks up his entire front, as it joins the previous mess they'd made.
And Wei Ying whose skin is covered in red and purple flowers with white branches, who's filled with release, completely wrecked and ruined, has possibly never looked more beautiful to Lan Wangji.
He lets Wei Ying fall back, cushions his fall, cradles him, turns his head to pepper his cheek with honey-sweet kisses light as butterfly landings. And he wants this, every night, for the rest of their lives, to invent new ways to please his husband. Wei Ying had such a creative, inventive mind; he doesn't anticipate this will be a problem in the bedroom.
[It's several moments before he feels at all coherent, blissed out and breath wild, he can only lean into Lan Zhan's embrace. There's a haze of satisfaction that for now, overrides the soreness between his thighs and the many bites and bruises that dot his skin.
When Lan Zhan speaks, he shifts to look at him, their faces close, and despite how pleasantly wrecked he feels, a grin that's just as mischievous and teasing as the day they met dances on his lips. He feels a faint flush to his skin, and glaces aside.]
Lan Zhan, you really have to ask, hm? Are you sure you're not just seeking out compliments?
[Shameless as he is, he's not sure he has enough face to say how much he enjoyed the rough press of skin, the breathless pleasure, or the way Lan Zhan manhandled him to the point of exhaustion. He gives a short and airy laugh, so much breath already spent.]
Good is not nearly a strong enough word for you, I'm afraid.
[ Despite that Wei Ying was nearly incoherent, and moaning his name, and had finished twice, he still wants to know that they are both enjoying themselves. He brushes Wei Ying's hair back and turns his face in towards him to share in his air.
He is satisfied with the answer given, holding Wei Ying in his arms, basking in their shared afterglow. He wants every night to be like this, tiring out his husband who is otherwise so full of boundless energy.
Lan Wangji looks at Wei Ying and his softly-lidded eyes and peach-blushed skin, and there's only adoration in his eyes. If he could project love, Wei Ying could feel it. But if he cannot, then Lan Wangji will take up his hands, and bring them to his lips, and kiss his knuckles hoping that he gets the picture. ]
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He wouldn't mind so much, overtaxed as his body feels, if Lan Zhan wanted to wait a bit longer before helping him finish. But only a few moments pass before he's once again squirming beneath, still tight where their bodies intertwine. He makes a rough mewling sound against Lan Zhan's hand as he feels gentle kisses press over his thoroughly abused skin. His hand tries to reach back and he can't decide if he wants to spur those motions on, or slow them to a halt.]
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Wei Ying... Ha...
[ Despite feeling spent, and over-sensitive, he slowly moves his hips back and forth to continue some semblance of the motion from before, so long as his cock hasn't softened quite yet, so long as he's still able to pleasure his husband-to-be.
Eventually, when he can't take it anymore, he pulls entirely out of him, and falls back, though he hooks an arm around Wei Ying to pull him backward on top of him. He can't get enough, can't keep his hands or his mouth or his mind off of him. ]
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It's with some relief that Lan Zhan pulls him back against him, lays down on the bed, but even so, he's relentless as he strokes him, bringing him ever closer. He leans back, head resting in that curve of Lan Zhan's shoulder, lolling back to expose his neck. He raises a hand weakly, knuckles brushing his lover's cheek in a gesture that's both gentle and appreciative.]
Lan Zhan, mm-
[His voice is a bare whisper, rough and spent as he writhes against Lan Zhan's hand.]
Promise I won't- ah- doubt how much fun mm- oh- you're having... ever again.
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He could honestly keep going like this, finding new ways to please Wei Ying even after he releases a second time. But like limiting himself to no more than three bowls per meal, he thinks perhaps after this, he will just let Wei Ying bask lazily and pleasantly numb in afterglow.
But that's getting ahead of himself. ]
I will still prove that I do.
[ He gives the underside of Wei Ying's jaw a little nibble. ]
Everyday.
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He's already leaking, fluid dribbling down onto his flat stomach. It seems unfair, now that they're grown, that Lan Zhan knows all the places he's weak, where Wei Wuxian had once been the one to rile him up into little fits of emotion. But each touch and nibble and rough caress that continued, even after he came, was proof enough he was enjoying every bit of Wei Wuxian's body.]
Every day?
[His voice almost cracks on the word, hips stuttering against his hand. He doesn't doubt Lan Zhan has the stamina, but he's not sure his own body can take it, at least not if he expects Wei Wuxian to still be up before noon.]
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[ Now that the majority of sounds between them include the very wet slick sounds of Wangji's hand on Wei Ying's cock, his other hand is free to explore with curiosity the grooves of his stomach and the little sloping swells of his chest.
His body is unfairly smooth, freed of its old scars, beautiful and new. But Wangji has laid claim, has at least helped it get a little bit broken in. He hopes nothing else can touch it, not fire nor blade to skin. But if Wei Ying wishes it, he won't come to pray every day at his temple. ]
Is Wei Ying not having fun?
[ He doesn't really believe that, perhaps Wei Ying is only teasing. But Lan Wangji would gladly have him every day. Twice a day. ]
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His hips gave another shuddering buck into Lan Zhan's hand, thighs tensing as he nears his end, and he let out another whimpering moan. He's too close to string together any sort of eloquence to his words, punctuated as they are by increasingly needy gasps.]
No, I- Yes, I mean- ah Lan Zhan- I- yes... everyday... please...
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[ He casually jerks away at Wei Ying's cock, and feeling how close he is, the hand at his torso feels inspired to reach below to give his balls a little tug, to massage them in his palm. ]
Yes?
[ He knows every day is a tall order, but he wants to fully satisfy his husband in every aspect possible. To cook for him, to bathe him, to make love to him daily: these are the easy things. To make sure he feels loved and secured and safe: those are difficult.
But regardless, with his hands around Wei Ying like a harness, and lips against his neck, he feels at the very least, he could offer this. ]
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[How Lan Zhan can maintain any of his composure while taking Wei Wuxian apart like this is beyond him. It's all he can do to get a handful of words out without moaning wantonly around them. His thighs jerk against Lan Zhan's knees, and it's hard to say if he's begging for release or for his daily affection, though it could easily be both.
His hips give a couple more short, quick jerks before he comes messily over Lan Zhan's hands and his own bare stomach. It's as if he can feel all the tension he'd been holding in his body let go at once, and he collapses gratefully back against Lan Zhan's chest.]
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And Wei Ying whose skin is covered in red and purple flowers with white branches, who's filled with release, completely wrecked and ruined, has possibly never looked more beautiful to Lan Wangji.
He lets Wei Ying fall back, cushions his fall, cradles him, turns his head to pepper his cheek with honey-sweet kisses light as butterfly landings. And he wants this, every night, for the rest of their lives, to invent new ways to please his husband. Wei Ying had such a creative, inventive mind; he doesn't anticipate this will be a problem in the bedroom.
For now, he'll let Wei Ying catch his breath. ]
Good?
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When Lan Zhan speaks, he shifts to look at him, their faces close, and despite how pleasantly wrecked he feels, a grin that's just as mischievous and teasing as the day they met dances on his lips. He feels a faint flush to his skin, and glaces aside.]
Lan Zhan, you really have to ask, hm? Are you sure you're not just seeking out compliments?
[Shameless as he is, he's not sure he has enough face to say how much he enjoyed the rough press of skin, the breathless pleasure, or the way Lan Zhan manhandled him to the point of exhaustion. He gives a short and airy laugh, so much breath already spent.]
Good is not nearly a strong enough word for you, I'm afraid.
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He is satisfied with the answer given, holding Wei Ying in his arms, basking in their shared afterglow. He wants every night to be like this, tiring out his husband who is otherwise so full of boundless energy.
Lan Wangji looks at Wei Ying and his softly-lidded eyes and peach-blushed skin, and there's only adoration in his eyes. If he could project love, Wei Ying could feel it. But if he cannot, then Lan Wangji will take up his hands, and bring them to his lips, and kiss his knuckles hoping that he gets the picture. ]