lan_wangji | For Wei Ying

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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From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian giggles through the position change, leaning up to meet Lan Wangji's mouth for the warm kisses he craves so much. "Then I can't see your handsome face," he pouts, but turns over at once, shivering as a few strands escaped from his topknot brush against his nape.

"Am I very good?" he wonders. "If I am, it's only because I have such a man to love."

From:

lan_wangji

Lan Wangji does not go so far as to argue with Wei Ying but he does not hold back a disbelieving noise as he lowers himself carefully on top of Wei Ying. He softly brushes the loose strands over Wei Ying's shoulder and kisses the back of his neck, free hand already reaching for the oil.

"Wei Ying is very good, is always very good at everything he does. He is beautiful and intelligent and mine." His now slick fingers trail down Wei Ying's side and he shifts his weight just enough to let them slide between his cheeks.

From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian sighs in content, soaking in the warmth of Lan Wangji's body over his own. He sucks in a breath as those long fingers explore, feeling his heart pick up in anticipation. He'd very much enjoyed pleasuring Lan Wangji, made hot and aching by the man's own desperate sounds, but now his own need surges forward, clamoring against his lungs for release.

"Are you going to put your fingers in me?" he asks, breathless.

From:

lan_wangji

Lan Wangji hums an affirmation against Wei Ying's back, weight still pressing Wei Ying down as he carefully pushes in the tip of one finger. "Think of taking Wei Ying like this just as I think of being taken," he murmurs, as he slowly pushes in and out, deeper each time.

He matches the slow rhythm of his hand with the flex of his hips, pushing Wei Ying's into the bed with each movement. "Want you to imagine it, imagine this is me inside you in that way. Want to hear what Wei Ying wants, imagines."

From:

yiling_laozu

He can't even see his face, yet it feels somehow more intimate than before. Lan Wangji's body against his, his firm, quiet voice in his ear, his finger inside him - Wei Wuxian shudders, for a moment overcome by the man covering him so completely. "I will want to see you," he manages, hips hitching shamelessly back to take him deeper.

"I want to see your face when we come together so completely, Lan Zhan."

From:

lan_wangji

"Same, feel the same," Lan Wangji breathes, wanting that for the first time. He wants to see Wei Ying's perfect, lovely face so close to his own, feeling the same pleasure that Lan Wangji is feeling. He carefully starts to push in a second finger, never losing his rhythm as he bites gently at Wei Ying's shoulder.

"Want to do this with you. Want to feel you around me, in me, however Wei Ying wants. I want -" to marry you, he nearly says aloud, stopping himself before he can finish the thought. "Want to be a part of Wei Ying in every way."

From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian pants into the sheets at the added stretch, welcoming the new fullness despite the slight sting. Lan Wangji's fingers are so big, longer and broader than his own, and he pushes back against them, shamelessly guiding them towards that spot that makes him see stars.

"More," he demands. "I want to - I want to feel like it's your cock in me, Lan Zhan. More fingers, until it's the same."

From:

lan_wangji

Lan Wangji sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling himself growing hard again at Wei Ying's request. He wants that, wants it in a visceral and out of control way that frightens him. He wants to take Wei Ying apart, wants to claim some part of him that cannot be lost, ever again.

He pushes up onto his knees, pulling away enough to wrap his arm around Wei Ying's waist and pull his hips further into the air, fingers pushing in hard and faster in search of the place that will take Wei Ying apart. He does not know how many fingers is needed, only knows that if he goes further, it will be more than Wei Ying has taken. "I'll take you like this as well," he says, voice rough and words always falling short of what he wants to convey. "My Wei Ying, make you mine in every way. I want this. Want you. Take you apart."

From:

yiling_laozu

His Lan Zhan sounds hungry, ravenous for him in a way that thrills Wei Wuxian to his bones. He shifts with him, hips tilted to take him deeper, and when those fingers slide inside him just right he cries out, arms trembling until he falls to his elbows. "Oh, Lan Zhan," he breathes, forehead pressed against the sheets, "Just there, so good, I - "

Wei Wuxian groans, pushing back until he's riding Lan Wangji's fingers. "One more. Please, one more."

From:

lan_wangji

"Touch yourself," Lan Wangji commands, pulling Wei Ying back until his own hard length is pressed against Wei Ying's backside. He pushes his hips forward every time he pulls Wei Ying's back, mind racing with imagining how it would feel to be inside him, to have the tight, hot heat around his fingers around himself instead.

He carefully eases in a third finger, finding it impossibly tight and hoping this bring pleasure as Lan Wangji cannot imagine how Wei Ying will take all of him, otherwise. "Wei Ying, pleasure yourself. Want you to come like this. Want to make you come, with me inside. Please, Wei Ying. Need to hear you."

From:

yiling_laozu

The stretch aches, but Wei Wuxian hardly notices, the pain swept away by the knowledge that it's Lan Wangji inside him, three fingers deep and stroking him inside so beautifully that he wants to weep. He nods at the command, lifts a shaking hand to his cock, so oversensitive that he cries out at his own touch. He won't last, and he's almost relieved - too much of this pleasure and he might go mad from it.

"Lan Zhan," he whimpers, hand working sloppily. "I'm so full, I - I'm going to come."

From:

lan_wangji

"I will take you like this, someday," he whispers fiercely as he pushes his fingers in harder, curling them over and over as thrusts against Wei Ying. "Then Wei Ying will have me, take Hanguang-Jun apart, have me spread beneath you."

He leans forward as far as he can and the skin of Wei Ying's back between his teeth, leaving a mark only Lan Wangji will be able to see. "Come, Wei Ying. Let go."

From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian gasps as Lan Wangji thrusts into him harder, driving his fingers in again and again until all Wei Wuxian can hear are the sounds of his own moans and cries. He strokes himself clumsily, but it's enough, and as Lan Wangji's teeth bear down, words in his ear painting a picture of Lan Wangji also coming apart beneath him, the pleasure builds and crests at breathtaking speed. "Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian mewls, coming so hard he sees white.

From:

lan_wangji

"Good Wei Ying," Lan Wangji murmurs, riding out Wei Ying's pleasure until he finally still before carefully withdrawing his fingers and flipping him over. He needs to see his face, lax with pleasure. He wants to see Wei Ying's face when Lan Wangji comes yet again.

"Wei Ying is the most beautiful thing I have seen," he murmurs, hovering over him as he takes himself in hand, hard and aching even after the pleasure he'd already received. The idea of taking Wei Ying and the sight of Wei Ying writing underneath him is startlingly powerful. "You have me undone. Yearn for you, want you all the time."

From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian stares at him, trying to take in the sight of a hard and aching Lan Wangji through blurry eyes. "Lan Zhan," he pants, still addled but sure of what he wants as he reaches out to grip his thigh. He digs at the sheets with his other elbow, getting his back against the short headboard to prop himself up.

"Fuck my mouth. I want you to come down my throat, please say you will."

From:

lan_wangji

"Wei Ying," he breathes, staring in awe for a moment at the picture in front of him. Wei Ying's hair is a mess, inky strands spilling over his pale shoulders and he looks exhausted. Traces of his own release cling to his belly. And he is still open to Lan Wangji, for his use and his pleasure.

He shuffles forward on his knees and grips the headboard with one hand, cupping Wei Ying's jaw gently with the other. "When you say such things; I like it," he murmurs, wishing he could vocalize his desires so easily. "Want it. Want to do that, please."

From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian smiles, leaning briefly into that careful grip. "Then do it, Lan Zhan," he says, "Take my mouth." He parts his lips and leans in, pressing a kiss to the angry head of Lan Wangji's cock before taking it inside, holding it against the flat of his tongue as he looks up at him with dark eyes. He's so hard, nearly twitching between Wei Wuxian's narrowed cheeks, and he gives a short hum of encouragement.

From:

lan_wangji

His nostrils flare as he gathers himself, realizing this will not take long at all. He hisses a sharp breath through his teeth at the touch of Wei Ying's tongue and eases himself inside, thighs shaking.

"What you look like," he grunts, panting as he stares down at the sight of Wei Ying's pretty lips stretched wide around him. It is so lewd, so filthy and somehow Wei Ying still looks so lovely.

He grips the headboard hard as he carefully rolls his hips, holding himself back, ignoring the impulse to thrust and to take.

From:

yiling_laozu

Wei Wuxian moans as Lan Wangji fills him to bursting, huge and hard and just a bit too careful in Wei Wuxian's estimation. He gets a hand on Lan Wangji's ass and pulls him in, encouraging him to take what he wants, be it fast or slow or hard or gentle. Looking up again, Wei Wuxian lets his tongue swirl around the head each time those hips pull back, taking him in eagerly when he plunges back inside.

From:

lan_wangji

Both hands now grips the headboard tightly as Lan Wangji lets out a guttural moan and snaps his hips forward at Wei Ying's urging. "My Wei Ying," he gasps, wondering how he lived twenty years without this, without every knowing such pleasure and intimacy. Wei Ying has given him a part of himself he did not know could feel this acutely, this out of control.

"Can't last, won't last. You're so good, so good for me."

From:

yiling_laozu

He moans again for the sound of his name on those lips, Lan Wangji's familiar voice made rough with desire. All at once, he remembers what he hadn't gotten to do before, having been - naturally, of course - too good at bringing Lan Wangji to the edge with just his tongue against his hole.

He grabs him with both hands now, tugging Lan Wangji forward until he hits the back of his throat - and then he swallows around his length again and again, only pulling off when he simply must draw air.

From:

lan_wangji

Lan Wangji finds himself doubled over and ears ringing from a tremendous shout before he understands what has happened. Wei Ying has does something new and devastatingly good and Lan Wangji stares down incredulously once Wei Ying pulls off.

"What all did that Tavern teach you?" he pants, hips still hitching and belly tightening, already in anticipation of release. "More, please. Wei Ying. Close. Please, I - please."

From:

yiling_laozu

He's anticipated a reaction, but the sudden shout nearly has Lan Wangji falling from his mouth before Wei Wuxian recovers. "Is it good?" he asks, opening his mouth and swallowing Lan Wangji down again before he can answer. The pressure against the back of his throat had been a bit uncomfortable, but he's even more ready for it now, taking Lan Wangji even deeper and swallowing with all his strength, eyes open and fastened eagerly to Lan Wangji's face where he hovers above him.

From:

lan_wangji

Lan Wangji has never before been truly tempted to use foul language, is not even sure he could manage it but he finds now the desire for something to express how exquisitely good this feels.

He hitches his hips as far as they can go with Wei Ying swallowing him down so deeply and feels his pleasure ripped out of him. He has only enough control over himself to pull back a little and let out a strangled shout in warning before it breaks over him, wave after wave until it hurts. He has never come this hard, this much in one evening and is certain Wei Ying has drained the very life out of him.

His fingers slip from the headboard as he starts to collapse, thighs burning and shaking with the need to lie down. "Wei Ying."

From:

yiling_laozu

His Lan Zhan does just as he wants and comes hard, length twitching in Wei Wuxian's throat as he swallows and nearly chokes, weak hands lifted to catch Lan Wangji as he all but collapses in the aftermath. "Lan Zhan," he rasps back, finding his voice thrillingly rough as he maneuvers Lan Wangji's normally elegant, limp body to the sheets.

"I wanted to do that so much," he confesses, burrowing into the heat of his chest. He can feel every thump of his heart against his cheek. "Thank you for letting me."