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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[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."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian gives a jerky nod, feeling something cool and damp run over his cheeks with the movement. Aiya, is he crying? He cannot be surprised, not with the intensity of the pleasure threatening to unspool within him. Lan Wangji has made him come so many times, but it's never been like this, dredged up from deep inside him, Lan Wangji's own pleasure reflected back on him as if by mirror.

He almost fears the moment of release, not certain if he will scream when it finds him, but Wei Wuxian moves his hand steadily, steering into the wave that is to come. It builds in seconds, and yet the fall feels like eternity. Wei Wuxian does scream, he thinks, ears ringing as it crashes over him, battering him like a mighty wave smashes driftwood against the rocks. He thinks he calls his Lan Zhan's name before it's over, but Wei Wuxian is too mindless to know for sure. He blinks his eyes open, staring blurrily up at Lan Wangji and whimpering as yet another spurt of come paints his belly.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji cannot look away, doesn't want to look away as pleasure seems to wring itself out of Wei Ying's body. He has just enough presence of mind to keep moving, grinding slower and deeper as Wei Ying falls apart. Later he will silently thank a lifetime of training for not immediately losing himself to pleasure at the sensation of Wei Ying clenching around him as he is able to pay attention to the sight.

"Wei Ying," he breathes, control unravelling now that he knows Wei Ying's pleasure has been had, that he can take his own. He shrugs Wei Ying's legs off his shoulders and wraps them around his waist in one quick move before diving in for a kiss, hips thrusting faster again. "Wei Ying."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian returns that kiss - or tries to, mouth meeting Lan Wangji's sloppily as each thrust wrings yet another sound from him, high pitched mewls each time Lan Wangji fucks into his oversensitized body, that hot little place inside him alive and screaming despite the come painting his torso.

"Ah, Lan Zhan," he stutters, pressing kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his sweatdamp throat as Lan Wangji chases his pleasure. "My Lan Zhan. Take anything you want," he urges, bearing down around him despite the way it makes him want to scream, nerves howling.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji wants to apologize for how rough he is being, from directing his attention from Wei Ying's pleasure solely to his own but he lacks any of the faculties to voice such thoughts. All he can do is gather Wei Ying up in his arms and hold him as tightly as he can manage as he fucks in over and over, the pleasure burning and tightening.

When it peaks it wrings itself out of him, from the base of his spine and outwards in wave after never-ending wave. He buries his face in Wei Ying's sweaty neck, groaning and gasping desperately as he tries to hold some part of himself together.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian sighs as Lan Wangji wraps his arms around him, all his rawness soothed at once by the pressure of strong arms around him. He doesn't need to worry - he's right where Lan Wangji needs him to be, a warm and willing vessel for him to take his pleasure, and Wei Wuxian relishes it. He meets every rough thrust with a gentle moan or another kiss, whispering in Lan Wangji's ear how good he feels, how well he's doing. When Lan Wangji at last stills and comes, Wei Wuxian groans anew, feeling him jerk and spill deep within him.

"Aiya, Lan Zhan, I feel you," he murmurs, delighted.

[lan_wangji]

He cannot imagine it is possible for his face to become any more flushed than it already has but Wei Ying's words may just manage it. He cannot possibly respond, still at the mercy of his pleasure for several long moments before he collapses on top of Wei Ying, entirely exhausted and more complete than he has ever felt.

He pants against Wei Ying's neck, only just realizes how filthy they are with sweat and seed and entirely unable to do anything about it. He knows he needs to remove himself, needs to move but he honestly does not think he could manage it for anything less than an emergency.

"Are you okay?" he whispers against Wei Ying's skin, carefully unclenching the tight hold of his arms. "Are you hurt?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian wraps his own arms around Lan Wangji when his grip releases, smiling against the dark hair pressed to his cheek. He feels...wrung out in the best way, a little slow and foolish like he's deep in his cups, but he doesn't hurt. Still...

"I think I won't ride my bike tomorrow," he says, stroking Lan Wangji's back, a little giddy at what they've just done. "But I'm wonderful, Lan Zhan. You were wonderful."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying was wonderful," he argues, ridiculously as he pushes himself up enough to look at Wei Ying's perfect face. He is still flushed, color highlighting his lovely cheekbones and more than anything he looks happy. He does not look pained or shocked or anything that Lan Wangji had worried about.

"How my Wei Ying was able to take me in, was brave enough to let it happen. You are magnificent."

He can feel himself growing soft and realizes he is unsure about this part, the....removal.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian grins up at him, burying a pleased laugh in his throat. "It was so much at first," he admits, trying not to squirm as he, too, feels Lan Wangji lessening inside him. "And now I don't want you to pull out of me."

He pouts, unabashed. "I like you inside me now. Lan Zhan, when you were moving, it felt so...decadent. Even after all we've done before, I didn't know I could feel like that."

[lan_wangji]

He nods in agreement, but drops an apologetic kiss to Wei Ying's forehead before slowly pulling out, wincing a little at the overstimulation and only imagining how uncomfortable it must feel for Wei Ying. He settles himself along Wei Ying's side, reaching over for a cloth to start to clean Wei Ying's belly.

"Could give you pleasure while receiving it from you," he murmurs, kissing every inch of skin he cleans. "Was not difficult for me to accept it, like that."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian whines, puffy and sore now that the afterglow is fading and Lan Wangji has left him so empty. Aiya, they will have to put a cloth down next time, he thinks as the wetness seeps from him. He lies still as Lan Wangji cleans his stomach, distracting himself from any discomfort by sinking his fingers into his hair and he presses kiss after kiss to his skin.

"Then I have been very helpful for you, Lan Zhan," he says, cheeky, "For that was the best I have ever felt."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji gives Wei Ying's hip a nip at that statement, although he cannot argue. It was the best he has ever felt as well and it is all because Wei Ying allowed it. He doubts he will be as easy a recipient when it comes his turn, as much as he wishes to give the experience to Wei Ying.

He glances downwards and notices the dampening blanket with a blush, hesitating as he has no idea what is appropriate. "Is it alright if I clean you here as well?" he manages, cursing his own ridiculousness. To blush after such acts is extreme even to Lan Wangji and yet he cannot stop it.

[yiling_laozu]

It's far easier to soothe Lan Wangji's discomfort than deal with his own, and Wei Wuxian only grins wider at the pink suddenly darkening his pale cheeks. "I suppose you'd better," he says, "I feel like a bit of a mess down there."

He's not certain he wants to know what he looks like, either, however excellent the experience has been. "Perhaps we can bathe after?"

[lan_wangji]

He nods once before ducking his head to thoroughly clean Wei Ying, steadfastly avoiding his gaze until he has the blanket underneath folded just so to give Wei Ying dry bedding to rest upon. He will ensure that Wei Ying remain comfortable through tomorrow, certain that the discomfort the day after must be considerable.

He cannot fathom how it could not be so.

"Shower or the outdoor bath?" he asks after he has fussed some more and resettled. "I can prepare either. I can carry you down to it. Whatever you desire."

[yiling_laozu]

"Ah, the big bath," says Wei Wuxian, giving an experimental stretch beneath Lan Wangji's perhaps too worried gaze. "Aiya, Lan Zhan, you didn't fuck me into an invalid. I can walk." He laughs, lifting up a leg to poke Lan Wangji with his toe to prove it.

"Though I would enjoy the soak."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji finishes the tie on his pants, having pulled them on as he always does as soon as he rises out of bed. The freedom to move around naked, even in their bedroom, still escapes him.

He is nodding half to himself at Wei Ying's decision when he looks up, taking in Wei Ying so comfortable in his own skin, bared in every way to Lan Wangji. Trusting Lan Wangji. It is far too much for any one man to bear and he finds himself crawling back into bed, wrapping Wei Ying up in his arms and kissing his temple.

"Love you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian smiles, luxuriating in Lan Wangji's hold. The last doubts that Lan Wangji could love him fled some time ago, but in moments like this, he wonders how he could ever have been uncertain. The affection in his Lan Zhan's eyes is as much a caress as the lips to his temple.

"I know, Lan Zhan," he says, pressing a kiss of his own to his throat. "I love you, too. So much."