For Wei Ying

[lan_wangji]

It is still a little strange, Wei Ying having the independence of coming and going as he pleases. It is not an independence that Lan Wangji resents, rather he knows Wei Ying is far happier with it and such a spirit should not be confined to the quiet countryside.

But it is still a little strange. The house is extremely silent without him. The cat seems suspicious, as if Lan Wangji has done something nefarious with Wei Ying but that may simply be how the cat appears. Lan Wangji enjoys its presence but has yet to fully discern its expressions and moods. Wei Ying commented once that very conundrum applied equally to Lan Wangji and he cannot help but see the similarity.

He knows Wei Ying will be cold when he returns, snow blanketing the ground and the winds picking up. He needs to find Wei Ying better covering against the cold, he notes as he leaves the spicy chicken stew to simmer. Enough vegetables have been hidden inside to appease his own worries about Wei Ying's eating habits and sets to finishing his own tofu and greens, adding bit of citrus juice to it in what he hopes is only a minor indulgence. Their table is set with wine and tea and the fire in the hearth lit when he hears a soft ruckus outside and smiles, heading back to the kitchen to prepare their bowls.

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[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian grins, pleased by the thought of Lan Wangji struggling not to think about him. The boyish Wei Wuxian who had first met him in Gusu would be overjoyed if he knew what Wei Wuxian does now. "Did it work?" he asks, bending his head to suck at the soft skin beneath Lan Wangji's jaw. He strokes him in a loose fist, wondering, "Did you manage to chase thoughts of this away?"

[lan_wangji]

"No, no never works," he murmurs, arching his neck and closing his eyes to give Wei Ying room to work, access to any part of Lan Wangji that he desires. "Did not work when we were younger, does not work now."

He runs a hand down to Wei Ying's backside, gripping hard as he pushes into his hand, already hard and aching at just this touch. He has no patience anymore when it comes to this, Wei Ying and what they do in their home. A lifetime of careful practice rendered useless every time he thinks of this.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's grin widens, feeling the shifts of Lan Wangji's impatient body against his own. "I can't believe you thought you wanted to stab me when we were youths," he chuckles, giving in and giving Lan Wangji's cock a few solid strokes, sweeping his thumb against the head to spread the moisture already leaking from him. "Or perhaps you did, just not with your sword."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," he huffs, squeezing his backside once more before sliding his hand around Wei Ying's hip to grip him where he is growing hard. The angle is not quite right and it takes some control not to simply flip them over and take pleasure from touching Wei Ying but he can feel that Wei Ying is pleasured by what they are doing.

"Did want to stab you. Was so angry with you, myself," Lan Wangji mutters as he rolls his hips, wanting to be closer, somehow. "My body would not submit to my will. Infuriating."

[yiling_laozu]

"Are you saying it now submits to mine?" Wei Wuxian laughs again, pressing their foreheads together in delight. How the cultivating world would marvel if they could see them now. He kisses him again, then decides to test the theory. "Turn over, Lan Zhan," he murmurs against his lips.

"Put a pillow beneath your hips, but try not to thrust against it too much. I want that part for myself."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji pulls back just enough to see Wei Ying's face, a little shocked at his boldness. Whatever Wei Ying has discussed in this Tavern has given him a confidence Lan Wangji has not seen before.

He nods, carefully turning over and arranging himself as instructed. This position feels more vulnerable than any he has found himself in thus far but he finds the anticipation a little thrilling. "It does. It submits to your will now," he murmurs as he spreads his legs a little farther.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian gazes down at him with wide, dark eyes, marveling at the beauty of so much pale skin laid out before him. He smooths his hands over the gentle rise of his backside, squeezing lightly before parting his cheeks, looking for the first time at his new quarry. Strange that such a place could wring such pleasure from a man, but as with the place inside them, Wei Wuxian trusts that understanding will come in time. Stretching his neck, Wei Wuxian places a kiss to his nape. "You're lovely, Lan Zhan. Lovely everywhere."

[lan_wangji]

His arm darts behind himself to grab at Wei Ying's hip when he feels his lips against him, forehead pressed into their soft bed.

"Stay there for a moment," he asks, arching his back just a little to feel the press of Wei Ying's body against his. "Like your weight like this. Like feeling you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian nods, peeling Lan Wangji's hand from his hip to wind their fingers together. He presses their joined hands to the sheets next to Lan Wangji's head, vowing not to let go until he thinks Lan Wangji is comfortable, however long it takes. "Lan Zhan makes a better bed than I do," he murmurs, resting his bony weight against him.

[lan_wangji]

He knows he was instructed not to do so, but he grinds his hips gently against the pillow underneath, Wei Ying's weight making the pressure even more pleasurable.

"Has Wei Ying thought of this as well?" he whispers, squeezing Wei Ying's hand as he presses up again just to feel Wei Ying against him. "Could have me like this, if you desire. Think I would like it."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shivers. Pressed so tightly together, he does not have to guess what it would be like. Instinct already drives his muscles to bunch and coil, the urge to rock down against Lan Wangji, inside Lan Wangji as natural as breathing.

"I think I would, too," he says, pressing another kiss to his nape. "Let me do what I am resolved to do, Lan Zhan, and if you do not like it, we will try that instead."

[lan_wangji]

"I will like it; I want it," he immediately declares, arching his neck and pressing his forehead harder into the soft blanket underneath. Every part of him is tight with anticipation for something Wei Ying desires, something new that Wei Ying took the time to learn. All for Lan Wangji. Such devotion and attention is overwhelming and surely wrong but he craves it.

"Please. I want it. Want what Wei Ying has learned for me."

[yiling_laozu]

The eagerness in Lan Wangji's voice spreads like fire beneath Wei Wuxian's skin, and he kisses him once more, raised up on both hands so he can kiss his way down Lan Wangji's pale back, open and wet yet reverent each time his lips brush up against a scar. When he reaches the gentle swell of his ass, Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath and spreads him, pressing his thumbs to the puckered hole. The skin there is tight, soft in a way he hasn't noticed when he touched him here before. Wei Wuxian leans in, breaths soft against him before he replaces his thumbs with his lips, kissing him carefully.

[lan_wangji]

He takes a deep breath, sinking further into their mattress at the press of Wei Ying's lips to his scars, the sensation both dulled and overly sensitive where the scar tissue meets his skin. His Wei Ying touches him with such reverence that Lan Wangji wonders how he can expect to pay Wei Ying back in only one lifetime. The thought is enough to distract him from his anticipation.

Lan Wangji is not certain what he was expecting but as his eyes fly open at the first touch of Wei Ying's lips, he realizes it had not been this.

His loud gasp is entirely out of his control as is the sharp twitch of his hips as they war with the urge to both move away and press back.

"You spoke of this in a tavern?" is what he finally manages, trying to twist around enough to see Wei Ying.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian nods, grateful that this first contact has not resulted in Lan Wangji kicking him like a mule. "More how it feels," he admits, "Not what to do." But Wei Wuxian has long let his instincts guide him, and he does so now, leaning in again to press another kiss to Lan Wangji's hole before lapping at it with short, kittenish licks of his tongue. The flesh beneath his tongue is tight and coiled, and something in Wei Wuxian recognizes it for what it is - another tightly held knot in Lan Wangji, waiting to be undone.

[lan_wangji]

The shocked and perhaps admonishing "Wei Ying" that leaves his lips at the admission turns quickly into a groan at the feeling of warm and met that Lan Wangji immediately buries into the bed. He has wanted to do this to Wei Ying but never imagined it returned, never really thought of being touched in such a place.

He does not know what to do with the fact that he enjoys it so much and so immediately. He is painfully hard already but cannot quite give himself permission to indulge it, so far beyond not only the rules of Gusu Lan Sect but beyond anything that the elders had even thought to forbid.

"Wei Ying is sure he likes this?" he pants, reaching a hand out and gripping their soft blanket.

[yiling_laozu]

"I like that you like it," Wei Wuxian pants, affected already by that groan and the finite tremors he can feel in Lan Wangji's thighs. His enjoyment is so tied to Lan Wangji's that it feels like his own, each thrum of pleasure he invokes in the man echoed back to himself in a heady loop. "You're soft here, Lan Zhan," he says, swirling his tongue against his hole in his excitement. "So tight, and so soft. Even in this hidden place you are exactly yourself."

[lan_wangji]

"I shouldn't, I -" Lan Wangji huffs even as he lets his knees spread a little wider, hips flexing a little to give Wei Ying better access. He likes this, he likes the horrible intimacy of it, likes anything that feels he is as close to Wei Ying as is possible. The thought of it and the thought of joining with Wei Ying in even more ways makes him feel positively feral, desperate to claim Wei Ying in that way.

He knows Wei Ying does not want him to ask permission for his pleasure and Lan Wangji has improved, he knows he has but he still requires some sort of absolution to allow himself to enjoy what they do, at times.

"Tell me it is not improper to enjoy. Say it pleases you if I enjoy it, please," he begs, knuckles white around the blanket.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian huffs a breath against him, lifting his head. "Every time you groan in pleasure my cock fills," he promises, fingers rubbing soothingly against Lan Wangji's thighs before he spreads them again, intending to occupy his mouth now with more than speech. He experiments a while longer with long and short licks, finding he likes to apply long, firm licks with the flat of his tongue best of all. He hasn't pressed inside at all, yet he can already feel that the tight coil of muscles beneath his mouth is looser. Encouraged, Wei Wuxian doubles his efforts, making soft, wet sounds buried between Lan Wangji's legs.

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," he moans, turning his head just enough to allow his voice not to be muffled by the bed. Wei Ying deserves to hear the results of his work. His clever, patient Wei Ying deserves everything he desires.

It is so filthy, the filthiest thing Lan Wangji has managed to think of and everything about it is pushing him towards madness as the strange pleasure overwhelms. He wants Wei Ying to force him to submit to the pleasure, to flay him open until he has no choice but he has no way of explaining such a thing or pinpoint what it is he craves.

He hisses through his teeth as he unclenches his fingers from the blanket to take himself in hand, the pressure beginning to hurt and not wanting to deny himself this, especially if it pleasures Wei Ying. "More. I like this. Want more of you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian blinks, lifting his head in a bit of a daze. Ah, he needs - hands scrambling through the mess of blankets, he closes his fingers around the vial of oil with a sigh of relief, grateful that he'd not put it away properly last night. He slicks his fingers and circles them around Lan Wangji's rim, finding him loose enough that one slides in easily. Grinning, Wei Wuxian returns his mouth to his hole, lapping at him as he thrusts inside.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji has spent his entire life avoiding rude language but he finds the desire welling up even as he lacks the actual words to do so. All he can do is push his hips back as he pants and grunt, the stretch now welcome and familiar to him.

"More," he demands, fingers tightening around himself as he starts to move with the same rhythm as Wei Ying. He is startlingly close to completion already and would be frustrated with himself if it didn't mean he could then bring Wei Ying such pleasure. "Close, Wei Ying. More."

[yiling_laozu]

He might have been disappointed - he had plans, after all, theories to test and new learnings to apply - but Lan Wangji sounds so addled that bringing him so swiftly to the edge cannot be anything but glorious victory. Wei Wuxian slips a second finger along with the first, stretching towards that spongey flesh inside that he knows will make Lan Wangji erupt in pleasure. He thinks he's found it when Lan Wangji jerks and trembles against him, and Wei Wuxian thrusts ruthlessly against the spot, softening each quick jab with soothing swipes of his tongue.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji sobs with relief as Wei Ying takes him how he craves, faster and wetter and rougher all ways he has never thought about. All of his most lewd and shocking thoughts have centered around how he might take Wei Ying, ways he would bring Wei Ying to completion. They have always centered around Wei Ying under him and Lan Wangji pulling pleasure out of him with precision and at his most selfish he's imagined the way it might feel to be inside Wei Ying.

To be completely falling apart underneath Wei Ying is wholly unexpected and something he never knew he longed for. He is far beyond speech, now, as he works himself at the same brutal pace, hips rolling between Wei Ying's and his own touch. When his pleasure peaks it nearly hurts with its intensity, twisting and shaking him as he groans and presses his forehead back to the bed. It lasts longer than he thinks it ever has and leaves him boneless and red-faced and speechless.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian lifts his head as Lan Wangji's moans turn desperate, eyes greedy for the sight of him coming apart. And come apart Lan Wangji does, nearly thrashing before his entire body goes rigid, spending so hard into the sheets Wei Wuxian could almost swear he hears it. "Lan Zhan," he breathes, ceasing his movements but keeping his fingers inside him as he trembles through the aftershocks, pressing kiss after soothing kiss to the still quivering round of his ass.

"Lan Zhan came so hard," he murmurs, resting his cheek contentedly against the back of his thigh. "I'm so glad, I knew you would like it."