For Wei Ying - Fuck Tub

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji is not entirely sure that Wei Ying has noticed what he has built. He knows Wei Ying has observed the building process, of course, as Lan Wangji has been bringing home wood and metal and various materials for weeks, spending hours down by the river working. He is just not certain Wei Ying has paid enough attention to notice the point of it all.

No matter. The surprise will be even more enjoyable and the light layer of snow that fell the previous night only adds to the ambiance. The construction had been simple enough and he is pleased to find something close to a proper tub in this new place. The last of the sealant dried last night so there is only lighting the fire and pumping the water from the river, angling the flow of water precisely to fill it in a short time.

He nods to himself, hand testing the temperature before walking back up to the house to retrieve his beloved. He knocks on Wei Ying's office door, steeling himself for whatever may be happening inside. He has thought many times about simply removing the door but wars with himself over Wei Ying's right to privacy.

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[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian groans again, slipping closer at Lan Wangji's guidance until they are chest to chest. "My Lan Zhan is the one who built a wash tub and had me strip naked under the full winter sun," he notes, nosing Lan Wangji's face to the side so he, too, can pay attention to his pale throat.

"Either I am rubbing off on you, or you were shameless from the start," he whispers.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji suspects he has been extremely shameless from the start but only Wei Ying's could have freed him. He sighs deeply at the feeling of Wei Ying's soft lips on his own skin, eyes dropping shut. The setting sun is starting to light both the water and Wei Ying's back in a lovely orange and Lan Wangji wonders that such peace can be found.

"Have burned for Wei Ying for years," he huffs, fingers gripping Wei Ying's hips. "Imagined lewd things far before Wei Ying gave me his permission to touch him. Imagine them constantly, now."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian laughs, "I am here all day." Most every day, in fact, without the ability to quickly take himself to town and unwilling to pester Lan Wangji everytime he feels the whim, Wei Wuxian fills his days with experiments.

Speaking of experiments...Wei Wuxian shifts in Lan Wangji's lap, seeking to bring other parts of their bodies together. "Why don't you stop imagining and simply do them instead?"

[lan_wangji]

"Some things will shock Wei Ying," he warns, gliding one hand back to grip and knead the little bit of fat that Wei Ying has on his body.

"Do not have all I need here to do them. Can tell Wei Ying." His hips roll up a little their hips pressing together where they are both hard. "There is a place in a man that provides pleasure," he murmurs against Wei Ying's face. "Want to find it in you. Put my mouth on you. Be in you."

[yiling_laozu]

"In me?" Wei Wuxian repeats, curiosity warring with the simple need to rut forward against Lan Wangji. He pushes his hand between them, long fingers wrapping around both their cocks to stroke lightly, his body heavy yet with the heat of the water.

"Lan Zhan, you can do anything you want to me," he says, sweaty with the endless steam but grinning down at him. "All you need do is warn me if it's going to hurt."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying is not shocked at the idea?" he asks, steady voice giving way to a breathless huff as Wei Ying wraps his lovely, clever fingers around them. He pushes his hips up in a slow, steady rhythm, arm tightening as he pulls Wei Ying closer to the same rhythm.

It takes a long moment to find his words. "Would never hurt you. Books say there is some discomfort but then pleasure. Wei Ying can do it to me, if he prefers. Anything for you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian bites his bottom lip, eyes closed for a moment as Lan Wangji shifts them into a proper rhythm. "You mean here, yes?" he asks, indicating the same flesh that Lan Wangji had squeezed earlier. "I knew men must do something like this. I don't know how that feels good for both of us, but I don't mind. I like making you feel good, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

"I will practice on myself, find out how before I try with Wei Ying," he promises, biting gently at Wei Ying's neck as he thinks about the length of his fingers, the angles necessary to do so to himself.

He is certain he can figure it out.

"Want to be that close to Wei Ying, as close as two can be. Want to feel Wei Ying's pleasure."

[yiling_laozu]

His grip on them, combined with Lan Wangji's steady thrusts upwards feels amazing, but Wei Wuxian frowns. "That sounds lonely, Lan Zhan," he admonishes. If it is meant for them both to enjoy, the steps, however mysterious, ought to be discovered together.

"Why can't I help? We can figure it out together."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji is about to protest, argue that he ought to ensure that it will not hurt Wei Ying before trying it but he is stuck dumb with a sudden image.

Together. They could do that, together. He imagines it, imagines them lying down together, limbs twisted. He imagines touching Wei Ying there, where he is warm and tight. He imagines Wei Ying touching him that way, imagines finding a way to allow such an intrusion. He wants that.

"Wei Ying is correct," he groans, dropping his forehead onto Wei Ying's shoulder as he slides his hand down Wei Ying's backside, finger tips dipping between just a little, just a whisper of what they might do. "Want that. Want it together. Same time."

[yiling_laozu]

Despite the heat of the water, Wei Wuxian shivers, pressing back against those fingers. He can already imagine them dipping deeper, and like most things with Lan Wangji that ought to be strange, the idea is only thrilling instead.

"What did the book say it felt like?" he asks, stroking them with purpose now that he can feel a hum of pleasure building low within him.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji stifles another moan against Wei Ying's skin, teeth digging in more sharply, sure to leave a mark for Lan Wangji to see for days.

"Like this, like this but from inside," he manages, not quite able to imagine it but sure it must be so. He is sure he can find a way to make it so for Wei Ying. His fingers ghost over Wei Ying again, catching gently where he is tight and warm and wanting to push, wanting to crawl inside of Wei Ying and know him in every way. "I, Wei Ying, what do you want? What do you think about doing? Please, please tell me. Want to hear it."

[yiling_laozu]

"I - " Wei Wuxian starts, shivering again for that bite, imagining he can already feel the bruise rising. The movement presses him more firmly against Lan Wangji's long fingers, and Wei Wuxian struggles to gather his thoughts. Most desires come to him fully formed, he knows what he wants and how he will get it, but when it comes to receiving pleasure from Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian's ideas are largely impressions. The way his hands feel, how his fingertips feel different on his thigh than on his back, how they can be soft and hard in equal measure. He thinks of the heat of Lan Wangji's mouth, yearns for the sensation of his loose black hair against the back of his own arm. He thinks of how strong Lan Wangji's arms feel around him, even when they shake. Fitting, that he should be so endlessly articulate about everything but Lan Wangji.

"You," he finally blurts, eyes open as he tries to explain. "I just like you. When you touch me, when you hold me, s-sometimes I like it when you hold me so firmly I can't move. I like your mouth and how you kiss me with it and I think about when you let me put my cock inside of it. I like it when you work so hard for it that you sweat, and we get tangled up, naked and sweating and looking nothing like a Peerless Jade of Lan and instead like a man, and I think about how I like being the one to make you look that way."

[lan_wangji]

"Only Wei Ying, only ever Wei Ying," Lan Wangji gasps, thrusting faster into Wei Ying's tight hold, all his muscles drawing tighter as his pleasure starts to peak.

"Only Wei Ying sees me, all for you, I -" he chokes, pleasure stringing him tight before breaking in waves, sharp and gutting. He buries his moans against Wei Ying's neck, holding him so tightly there will no doubt be marks the next day all over his pale skin.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian searches his face, half frantic that Lan Wangji won't understand his disjointed explanation, fear rising with panic that Lan Wangji won't know how much he means to him until Lan Wangji speaks, dissipating his fears all at once.

"Mine," he says in triumph and pleasure as Lan Wangji's dear face collapses with ecstacy, the flesh in his hands spasming and jerking as he feels hot breaths smothered against his neck. "All mine," he says, working him gently through it. "My Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji cannot stifle his noises as he always strives to do, pleasure punched out of him as he groans and gasps against Wei Ying's skin. He cannot think at all, can only feel Wei Ying's hand around him and Wei Ying's waist in his own. This pleasure makes him feel wild, exhilarated in a way that has only ever been associated with Wei Ying.

He hisses through his teeth, trying to get his breath under control and focus on Wei Ying, Wei Ying's pleasure. "Wei Ying," he breathes. "So good. Wei Ying is so good at this. All of this."

[yiling_laozu]

"Am I?" Wei Wuxian asks, resting his forehead against Lan Wangji's with a small laugh. He feels as if he is fumbling his way through, following Lan Wangji's lead and desires wherever they might take him. It's yet to lead him astray, though he wonders if he's been remiss in not seeking out more knowledge regarding what they could do together.

"Perhaps Lan Zhan is simply easy to love," he suggests, ducking down to kiss his lips.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji huffs a very quiet laugh before leaning in for another kiss. "That is not it," he murmurs, running a hand down Wei Ying's belly.

"Wei Ying, want to watch. Want to watch you," he whispers as he pushes Wei Ying a little further out of the water, wanting to see. "Is that alright? I have never - not alone. But Wei Ying has. Show me."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's hot flush at the thought steels him against the worst of the cold air as he is lifted. "Lan Zhan," he says, laughing again, "I must look foolish." He's only done this sort of thing to himself in short, stolen moments, most often too near the watchful eyes and ears of Madam Yu. He's never taken time with himself, nor has he any understanding of how to make it look good.

"Will that be alright?"

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying looks perfect," he murmurs, half distracted by how strong the impulse is to lean down and take Wei Ying in his mouth. He slides his hands back around, sliding a few fingers down until they brush over that spot yet again.

"Look at me while you do it. Just at me. Look at me and think of my mouth on you."

[yiling_laozu]

Frissons of nerves stealing over him, Wei Wuxian nevertheless thinks that he surely won't last long, not if Lan Wangji watches him so intently all the while. "We will have to change this water twice daily," he huffs, flinching a little as he takes himself back in hand.

He's only partially submerged, the flushed and eager head of his cock well visible above the water, and Wei Wuxian shudders between the many temperatures buffeting his body, the hottest not the water but Lan Wangji's eyes on him. Teeth worrying at his lower lip, Wei Wuxian begins to stroke himself, lashes fluttering at the immediate rush of pleasure. "I always - " he starts, humming as blood once again surges southward. "I always had to be so quick."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji sucks in a sharp breath at the thought, at stolen moments instead of the usually cold induced punishment to rid one's self of the problem.

"Would wake up that way when Wei Ying came to Cloud Recesses," he whispers, leaning in to kiss Wei Ying's damp chest. "Next time, Wei Ying can watch me. Walk me through what to do. Has Wei Ying ever done this and thought of me?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian whimpers, over stimulated between the touch to his cock and the water and Lan Wangji's soft lips, now pressed to his skin. "O-only here," he admits. "After that first time."

Again fear seizes him, and he is quick to add, "I didn't know I could want you, at home. An orphan and Hanguang-Jun?" His wrist flicks. "The Yiling Laozu and the Second Jade of Lan? Even I wasn't so shameless."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying has always been the most brilliant, most handsome person I had met, from the beginning. Even on the roof, even so angry with you," he murmurs, dipping his head lower to lick at the top of Wei Ying's hardness.

His finger presses in gently, just enough pressure to shallowly breach Wei Ying as he watches Wei Ying's hand work, watches the motions for his own education. "Wei Ying is better than Hanguang-Jun. Braver. Loved."

[yiling_laozu]

Even after all they've done, Wei Wuxian flushes scarlet, Lan Wangji's intrusion shallow and still like nothing he's ever felt. It isn't terrible at all, and the rush of adrenaline that comes with it only feeds the pleasure beginning to gather within him.

"Lan Zhan is loved," he insists, eyes squeezed tightly closed as he focuses on that fingertip, finding he likes the idea of another part of Lan Wangji inside him. "Don't deny it, Lan Zhan. You are wonderful and I love you for it."