For Wei Ying

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan cannot stop staring at the paneling. Wei Ying's sketches, while beautiful, did not do justice to the finished product. The carvings soothe an ache in his chest for home, for something of Gusu that is not tied to the myriad of painful memories the place now holds. The renderings of home with the inlay of lotus for Wei Ying's own complicated and much missed home make this place seem more their's than even the oversized, frankly indulgent bed tucked behind a sliding screen.

It is cruel that Lord Turgon disappeared right as he had finished his work on their home and Lan Zhan regrets he had not been more profuse with his thanks.

He will try not to make that mistake again, taking for granted what they have. This will be their first, official night in the new house. He'd moved the last of his belongings from his room and has spent the rest of the day organizing their few possessions into an orderly system he has no doubt Wei Ying will undo, immediately. Their kitchen lacks many of the modern conveniences of Odinhaus but he prefers it, prefers its familiarity. There is a pot of stew simmering, red and rich with spice for Wei Ying's first night and candles lit and scattered throughout the house. The evening is mild and the doors thrown open to allow the fresh air to circulate.

He thinks he has never loved a space so much as this, not since the last time he'd said goodbye to his mother in her own home. It feels like home in a way he was not aware a physical place could. It feels the way Wei Ying feels to him.

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[lan_wangji]

He nods and then nods again, leaning forward to carefully kiss Wei Ying's forehead before he rolls his hips gently, barely pulling out before he presses in again.

He opens his mouth and is startled by the punched out groan where he'd meant to give some words of reassurance or love or anything at all useful. It is painful how good it feels and he cannot believe people simply go about their lives having felt something like this.

"Hurts?" he finally manages, brow furrowed as he watches Wei Ying's lovely, expressive face. "Wei Ying?"

[yiling_laozu]

"Some," Wei Wuxian admits, still hot all over from the sound Lan Zhan has just made against his already overheated skin. "I like it," he adds quickly, struggling to explain himself when Lan Zhan is so overwhelming inside of him. "I want to feel all of it, all of you."

He touches Lan Zhan's breast, feeling his breaths heave beneath his palm. "Keep going," he pleads. "The sounds you make, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan flushes with embarrassment and devastating arousal neither of which he can quite reconcile before he moves again, pushing in a little harder and faster. He grabs at Wei Ying's hand, kissing his knuckles before sucking two fingers into his mouth to quiet himself.

He vaguely, vaguely, remembers something from one of his readings and wraps his free arm around Wei Ying's hips, tilting them as his thrusts get more smooth, more regular. He needs this to be good for Wei Ying, he needs this to be as good as it is for him before he drowns in the selfish desire to lose all of his control.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's lips part, his eyes fixed on Lan Zhan's lips around his fingers, his tongue so warm and wet and soft. If this is all he feels, Lan Zhan moving over him and in him, around him, moaning and staring at him with those dark eyes, it will be enough, but then Lan Zhan maneuvers him yet again, and pleasure breaks like a wave across Wei Wuxian's face.

"Oh," he breathes, clutching at Lan Zhan's ass with his free hand to urge him forward again. "This is - Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan has to pull Wei Ying's fingers free as he finds his iron-clad control slipping bit by bit with every thrust and every noise that Wei Ying makes. He could, he could wreck him, he can feel it. He could take Wei Ying apart, he could take him in so many ways, ways like those pictures showed and even the idea that he's allowed to do this makes his gut twist in pleasure.

It also makes him worried. He could hurt Wei Ying if he let himself go.

"Don't let it hurt," he moans, trying to gather Wei Ying even closer as he drops his hand down to stroke him, letting himself thrust just a little bit harder. "You feel so good. I can't - Wei Ying."

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan's words hardly penetrate, so great is the wall of sound in Wei Wuxian's head, pleasure filling up his every corner until it's his entire being. Every roll of Lan Zhan's hips drives him higher, and he whimpers for a particularly good thrust inside him. The sudden, calloused hand around him makes his eyes squeeze tightly closed, his own hips lifting now to meet each deliriously sweet drag of Lan Zhan's cock.

"More," he pleads, suffused with pleasure yet wanting more, wanting Lan Zhan, wanting all of him. "Lan Zhan, more, harder."

[lan_wangji]

He buries his face in Wei Ying's neck to get as close as possible, the only way he can think of to allow himself to let go. He doesn't care to stop the sounds spilling out of his mouth, muffled as he sinks his teeth into Wei Ying's shoulder as he thrusts in harder and harder. It has to be too hard, he should pull back and control himself but his beautiful, perfect Wei Ying is warm and wet and begging and entirely his.

"Mine," he groans, fingers gripping at Wei Ying's hips hard enough to leave bruises. He's so close, already so close but he will not allow himself to release until Wei Ying has, until Wei Ying feels something even half this good. "You're mine."

[yiling_laozu]

"Yours," Wei Wuxian stutters, breaths staccato as the movement of Lan Zhan's hips rocks him again and again, mouth falling open for another moan each time Lan Zhan drives home. He's out of his mind with it, lit up from within the way his old powers had made him feel, glowing with it, incandescent. It carries him higher and higher, and Wei Wuxian chokes. "Lan Zhan, you will - you will make me - "

He lifts his chin suddenly, looking down where Lan Zhan's hand wraps around his cock, and lower, where he can just make out the sight of him entering him again and again. "I need to - "

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan nods against Wei Ying's neck, half to himself before he pushes all the way up. The hand not stroking Wei Ying keeps a tight grip on his hip as he stares down, shocked and horribly aroused at the picture Wei Ying makes.

He's flushed everywhere, hair askew and his expression desperate. He peeks down for just a moment before snapping his gaze back to Wei Ying's face as he gets a glimpse of what Wei Ying looks stretched around him. His hand speeds up as he thrusts, hard.

"Do it. Let go. Want to see it. Want to see this every day. Please, please."

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan's hand flies over him, slick and rabbit quick, and the air leaves Wei Wuxian's lungs, his head tipped back in a sudden, silent scream as pleasure charges through him like a thunderclap. He seizes, painting Lan Zhan's head and his own belly, each new pulse pulling a tiny whine from the narrow column of his throat. It's too much, it's so much, and he never wants it to end, grabbing Lan Zhan's wrist to keep his hand around him even when he becomes over-sensitive, even when the heart of him throbs each time Lan Zhan slides deep.

"Take what you want," he breathes, gasping for every thrust into his spent body.

[lan_wangji]

Wei Ying looks...Lan Zhan does not know the words to accurately describe the sight of Wei Ying under him, around him like this. His chest is red and heaving and his face, his perfect face is flushed and slack.

And then those words.

"You," he grunts, hips never stopping as he folds himself back over and buries his face against Wei Ying's throat. "You, want you," is all he manages before everything tightens and grows excruciatingly pleasurable and breaks, he breaks. He knows he's clutching at Wei Ying too hard, moaning too loudly against his skin but he cannot control himself. He is entirely shaken apart.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan's body goes taut above his, and Wei Wuxian scarcely has time to drag a soothing hand down his back before he's gasping anew, startled by the intimate feeling of Lan Zhan's release inside of him. Surely they cannot be more connected than they are now, and he wraps his arms around him, thighs trembling where they yet frame his hips but holding tight.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs, his voice uneven. It feels as if his heart itself has somehow climbed into his throat, threatening to spill out, and he makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

[lan_wangji]

He cannot bring himself to let go. His entire body is locked up tight until he collapses as if his strings were cut but he cannot bring himself to let go. He knows he ought to do something, now. He ought to check on Wei Ying or clean up or something but he just keeps panting in between blurry kisses to Wei Ying's shoulder and neck.

He manages to bring a sweaty palm up to run shakily down Wei Ying's side as he slowly, carefully shifts his hips back to pull free. It must feel strange and he wishes he could offer apologies or words of comfort but Wei Ying has shaken them all free of his grasp so all he can do is pat his side and kiss his neck and hope it is enough.