For Wei Ying - Nekkid Swimming

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji knows that he has been - intense, as of late. His instinct is to protect Wei Ying from what would harm him and as he is unable to protect him in that way, he finds himself wanting to protect him from every other possibility. His already present concerns regarding Wei Ying's diet and general health have only been magnified and compounded by worries about his mental state.

Not to mention that the seal still very much exists and that every time he tries to fathom the damage done to a person without a Core, he spirals into unshakeable fear.

All of this to say that he knows he has been a bit much. And Wei Ying deserves to do something enjoyable. And Lan Wangji has promised to do this.

He steps outside into the warm air to wait for Wei Ying still changing inside, barefoot and clad only in his inner robe feeling entirely ridiculous and even more naked than he has in their own bed. He has kept his forehead ribbon on but gathered his long hair up in a knot, all the while trying to will any boaters to steer clear of the river for at least a time.

He is uncertain he could endure the embarrassment.

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[lan_wangji]

It is prideful to be aroused by such praise but as always, Lan Wangji's strict moral code is helpless in the face of Wei Ying and he finds a rush of pleasure wrenching through his belly at the thought of it. He believes Wei Ying, believes that he wants him and believes Lan Wangji will bring him pleasure and it is intoxicating.

He carefully pushes in a second finger, pausing for a moment to let Wei Ying adjust. "Wei Ying is filthy," he whispers, completely failing to sound anything like an admonishment. "You truly want it? Feels good?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian nods before he remembers he is meant to be loud, forcing the words out of a mouth that only seems capable of panting as those broad fingers brush near to the place that makes him see stars. "I want to be close to you, connected to you," he says, pushing back despite the added stretch.

"I want you to be part of me and to know I'm the reason that you feel good. I want to see your face and feel you inside me, Lan Zhan. I want to - " His throat nearly closes around the words. "I want to belong to you."

[lan_wangji]

"You do, you belong to me," Lan Wangji declares, pushing his fingers back in harder to meet Wei Ying's movement, the declaration making it harder to hold back, not to just take. He leans forward, nipping at the back of Wei Ying's neck, letting his cock drag up and down alongside where his fingers disappear.

"Mine. Wei Ying is mine. Will court you, marry you. Make you mine in every way." He starts to spread his fingers as they push and pull, needing to make room as quickly as he can.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shudders, for a moment lost to the heady press of warm lips to his nape, the maddening drag of Lan Wangji's cock so near to where it will soon fit inside him. But Lan Wangji's voice rings through him like the sounding of a bell, and Wei Wuxian stills, gaping down at the sheets until he twists his head, trying to see him.

"You want that?" he asks, voice strange and small to his own ears. "To marry me?"

[lan_wangji]

He pauses, eyebrow furrowed as he leans down to kiss Wei Ying's cheek and catch his eyes, fingers still buried deep.

"Am courting you. Of course I want to marry you. Have wanted that for a long time," he says, kissing his temple. "Have wanted you for years."

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Wangji says it with such surety that only a fool would doubt, but Wei Wuxian is oftentimes a fool, and left behind enough times he rarely imagines a life in which he is not, in some way, alone. "But that is forever, Lan Zhan," he breathes, the fingers still buried inside him forgotten as he places the sweet gifts Lan Wangji has given him in their proper context.

"That is to...to have family with me. You truly wish to keep me forever?"

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji carefully removes his fingers and flips Wei Ying over onto his back, needing to make sure he understands what Lan Wangji is about to say, that it is etched in his mind.

"Want you to be mine forever," he declares, kissing Wei Ying hard before pulling back again to ensure he is paying attention. "Every day. Every moment. Make our own family, together. Was going to give more gifts, ask properly. Still will."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian feels a stab of hope so agonizing he nearly sobs with it, looking up at Lan Wangji with increasingly blurry eyes as he listens and lets himself believe it. A whole life. Lan Wangji wants a whole life with him, a life and a family and every wonderful thing that comes with it. It's been so long since Wei Wuxian had a family.

"Forever," he whispers. "You and I, and Bunny and Jin Rulan, and maybe, someday Lan Zhan, maybe more?"

[lan_wangji]

"Whatever you want, as much as you want," he promises, still a little shaken that somehow Wei Ying is surprised by any of this but that is a matter for a later time. He had thought he'd been so clear in his intentions but all the time he is realizing how little Wei Ying thinks of his own self-worth.

"Think I will enjoy making a family with you. Will be an adventure," he says, brushing Wei Ying's hair off his face as he leans down for another kiss.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian does sob then, pulling Lan Zhan down with two handfuls of his dark hair to deepen the kiss. "I want that," he breathes against his lips, wet with spit and his own tears. Could it truly be that all he's ever wanted is right here, and wants him back just as much? "Our adventure, our family. Lan Zhan." He draws up a knee, framing Lan Wangji's hip with it, shivering pleasantly to feel himself pull open.

"Lan Zhan, I'm ready. I don't want to be apart for a moment longer."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji kisses back, wet and deep and finds his attention directed back to how achingly hard he is, even with their discussion.

Perhaps, and much to his embarrassment, even because of their discussion.

He is unsure if Wei Ying means he is ready for the sex or the marriage but Lan Wangji can only make one of those happen, immediately, so he finds himself stuffing a pillow underneath Wei Ying's hips. "Do not know if you are open enough. Tell me if it hurts too much," he whispers, lining himself up and pushing in just enough to feel the startling, wrenching heat surround him.

[yiling_laozu]

As ever, his clever Lan Zhan gives him exactly what he needs, and Wei Wuxian holds his breath as he lines up and pushes past the first ring of muscle. It aches in a way he's never before felt, the stretch too much to be pleasant, yet Wei Wuxian doesn't dislike it. It means Lan Zhan is this much closer to being inside him, and he pants against his lips, fingers dimpling the skin of Lan Wangji's shoulders as he seeks to anchor himself.

"It's not too much," he promises, craving more of that fullness. "Keep going."

[lan_wangji]

It has to be too much, Lan Wangji thinks wildly, as he fights to retain control of himself. It has to be too much with how tight Wei Ying feels around him. He plants both hands on the bed on either side of Wei Ying's shoulders as he slowly, slowly, pushes in.

He could have imagined it would feel this way. Even with having felt the wet heat of Wei Ying's mouth, nothing could have prepared him for this, for being joined in such a way. Every thing they have done, as wonderful as it has been, has lacked either the closeness or the reciprocation he desires. This is a revelation, his Wei Ying is a revelation. He sucks a breath through his teeth, breath ragged and a moan building in the back of his throat as he bottoms out, staring down in shock at Wei Ying's face. "Wei Ying."

[yiling_laozu]

For once, Wei Wuxian's mind is quiet, every thought pushed from his head as Lan Wangji pushes in, and in, and in. Dimly he's aware of a whimpering sound, not one of pain but of a man overwhelmed, and only when he breathes in and the sound pauses does he realize that it's him. "Lan Zhan," he whispers back when their hips are flush. He finds his own shock reflected back on Lan Wangji's dear face, and Wei Wuxian smiles shakily up at him.

"I'm so full, Lan Zhan," he says, losing the fight against another whimper as he finds himself well and truly impaled. His knees shake where they are pressed around Lan Wangji's hips. "I have all of you now."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji finds himself nodding, at what he is not even precisely sure. Perhaps all of it. Wei Ying does truly have all of him, has in every way but this for a very long time.

He lets out a careful, steadying breath and risks a glance downwards to where they are joined before he must quickly look away. The sharp stab of heat at just a glance was enough to send his hips perilously close to a push and he must wait, must control himself.

"Don't let me hurt you," he manages, voice low and rough as he carefully lowers himself down for a soft kiss. He feels very much as if he could take Wei Ying apart, the selfish heat licking its way through his belly, begging for release. "Can't - it feels good. Can't think."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian clutches at him, taking solace in that gentle kiss. Even now, the ache is already lessening, though he suspects it might flare as soon as Lan Wangji begins to move. Yet, as with most things, the only way out is through, and he lifts his chin to kiss both Lan Wangji's cheeks.

"You won't hurt me," he promises, for this discomfort is nothing to him, and soon it will turn to pleasure. "Men do this all the time, and my Lan Zhan is the best of them. You can move, I think. Slowly!" he adds.

[lan_wangji]

He offers one last, serious nod, a promise to honor Wei Ying's trust and not hurt him. Even as he can already imagine the future, when they are more familiar, taking Wei Ying hard and fast. The image comes much too easily and he feels the same wildness flare up in him that he has long tried to smother.

With a final kiss to Wei Ying's forehead he pushes back up, winding one arm around the juncture of Wei Ying's hip and thigh to hold him open as he starts to rock forwards, hissing through his teeth. He cannot figure out where to concentrate, every sense lit up with stimulation. He can feel Wei Ying tight and wet beneath him, see his perfect face and lovely skin. He can smell a little bit of sweat and his own soap that Wei Ying has undoubtedly stolen. He can hear the sounds pushed out of them both as he moves. He is surrounded by his Wei Ying. "Hurt?" he pants, brow furrowed as he stares own at Wei Ying's large eyes.

[yiling_laozu]

As it turns out, it hurts more when Lan Wangji pulls out than thrusts in, but this, too, grows more bearable each time. Wei Wuxian shakes his head, not even feeling that it's a lie. What pain could possibly find him when Lan Wangji looks so magnificent above him, dark hair spilling over his shoulders, framing his face pinched so tight in concentration. He looks more undone than he ever has on the battlefield, and they've only just begun. Wei Wuxian reaches up, soothing the line between his brows with a fingertip.

"I like it," he promises. "I like feeling you inside of me. I've been empty for so long, Lan Zhan." He shifts, lifting his leg a little higher so Lan Wangji can slide that much deeper. "Give me more, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

It must hurt, it must but Wei Ying looks happy, peaceful even which Lan Wangji cannot understand given what is happening to him. He lets out a low groan at the touch of Wei Ying's finger to his brow, permission somehow given for him to let go at least a little.

He moves his arm with Wei Ying's leg, using the new position to tilt Wei Ying's hips up, changing the angle to try and find that place inside, try to make this even a fraction as good as it feels for Lan Wangji.

"I like this," he pants, hips snapping just a little harder as he loses a little more of his precious control. "Close. You're close to me. Like this the most."

[yiling_laozu]

"Yes," Wei Wuxian breathes around a smile, for that it's precisely. They could not get any closer, nor Lan Wangji deeper, or at least Wei Wuxian believes so until Lan Wangji tugs him up, splitting him open until Wei Wuxian keens. It's so much, and he is near enough to that place now to make Wei Wuxian shiver, hips pushing back against him almost recklessly.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "Ah, you are - you are almost - " On impulse, he slides his leg higher still, hitching it over Lan Wangji's shoulder. In an instant his eyes blow wide, a red flush spreading down his chest as Lan Wangji drags inside him just right, swiftly eclipsing any lingering pain with bright sparks of pleasure.

[lan_wangji]

His fingers dig into the meat of Wei Ying's thigh, sure to leave bruises as he pulls his hips up further off the bed, taking his weight. He is careful to recreate the same angle over and over again, watching Wei Ying's face carefully for anything but pleasure.

"You look beautiful," he says, voice low and rough as he fucks in, turning his head to kiss the soft skin of Wei Ying's thigh. "My Wei Ying, what you feel like, what this feels like - " he trails off, voice choking with pleasure and hips stuttering before he is able to resume his steady thrusts. "Tell me. Tell me what it feels like."

[yiling_laozu]

It's good that he asks early, for Wei Wuxian feels he will soon be past speech. "Lan Zhan," he says, fighting a sob when Lan Wangji presses a tender kiss to his skin. "Lan Zhan, I - it's - it's like your fingers but so much better," he manages between breathes forced out of him with every thrust.

"You fill me up, make me feel so good, I can't - I can't think, Lan Zhan," he says with a hint of pleading. Lying with anyone for the first time must be overwhelming, but to be bedded by such a man, magnificent in every way but most especially now with all his concentration bent towards fucking him, Wei Wuxian can hardly find the words. "I love it, love you, love you, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

He has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, cannot take the sight of Wei Ying's face flushed with pleasure, pink down to his chest with his black hair spilled over their bed. It is not something a mere man was made to endure, such a picture.

"Touch yourself," he begs, having meant it as a command but failing entirely to make it sound so. He grips at both Wei Ying's legs, pulling him in to meet Lan Wangji's thrusts as he starts to lose himself to the pleasure. "My Wei Ying," he chokes, snapping his hips harder, sending Wei Ying skidding up the bed a few inches.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian barks out a strange sound caught between pleasure and astonishment that it can somehow grow as Lan Wangji grips him tight and pounds into him. Oversensitive, he can feel the sheets slide against his back, and he lifts a trembling hand, wrapping it loosely around his cock. Even this feels like too much, but his Lan Zhan has asked so sweetly, is making him feel so good, it would be impossible to deny him.

"So much, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian whimpers, letting Lan Wangji's thrusts move his own steadily leaking cock through his fist. "Ah, I feel so good, I don't know what to do."

[lan_wangji]

Neither does Lan Wangji, honestly, this pleasure stranger and more intense than anything they have done. Never has his own pleasure been tied with Wei Ying's in such a way, never have they been able to give and take.

"Bring yourself pleasure, finish and let me watch," is all he can suggest as he pushes forward, hooking Wei Ying's other leg over his shoulder. "Let me watch your face. Let me feel what it is to feel your pleasure around me."