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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[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."

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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."

[lan_wangji]

He hardly knows how he came to be lying down with Wei Ying in his arms but he squeezes him tightly with whatever strength he has left and stares up at their ceiling. His thoughts are slow to gather themselves but he knows enough to think Wei Ying thanking him is ridiculous and to drop a kiss to the top of his mussed head.

"Should thank you," he murmurs, more relaxed and sleepy and sated than he thinks he has ever been. Twenty years without any knowledge that life could be like this, that happiness and pleasure of this magnitude existed, feels like a tragic waste. "My Wei Ying. Clever Wei Ying."