For Wei Ying - continuing Pride thread

[lan_wangji]

"Like indulging Wei Ying. Like watching your face light up in happiness," he murmurs, grabbing the backs of Wei Ying's thighs and hoisting him up to wrap his long legs around Lan Wangji's hips.

"Desire you. Now. Cannot wait for the long flight home. Are you shocked?"

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[yiling_laozu]

He is, and shocked enough to fall mute in surprise as Lan Wangji not only pulls him into an intimate hold, but also says such things to him loud enough for anyone around them to hear. And then Wei Wuxian throws back his head and laughs, amazed and delighted and wondering in no small part if the alcohol on his lips hasn't somehow transferred to Lan Wangji. But no, he thinks, catching Lan Wangji's face between his hands to gaze at in wonder. This is not Lan Wangji intoxicated. At least, not by anything but him. It's so heady he's nearly lightheaded.

"Shocked," he confirms, looking down into Lan Wangji's dark eyes. He shifts forward, resting his growing interest against Lan Wangji's abdomen. "And amorous."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji takes a moment to scan Wei Ying's face, to make sure that he wants this, that Lan Wangji's behavior is not too out of character for Wei Ying to accept.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the press of Wei Ying against him before tightening his hold and stepping further away from the crowd and down a dark alleyway. There are all manner of noises coming from dark corners hidden by shadows and doorways but they are nothing to Lan Wangji, not when desire burns through him like this. He knew that once he'd had Wei Ying in every way that he'd never get enough, never be satisfied.

There is a dark, recessed doorway he steps into, pressing Wei Ying against the metal door as he flicks a charm to cloak their forms from passersby. "You want this?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian doesn't know where he's being carried and doesn't care, content to watch the flickering lights dance over Lan Wangji's pale features until they fade, gradually replaced by darkness. He hums in interest as his back meets something solid, and still Lan Wangji does not let him down.

"I want you," he answers, fingers flicking forward to deep beneath the careful fold of Lan Wangji's robes, reaching past one layer and then another and another still to find the hot, smooth skin of his collarbone. "All the time. Lan Zhan," he admits, "You've ruined me a little. There are times when your cock is all I can think about."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," he huffs, as if he had not been the one to drag Wei Ying into a public place for sex. He closes his eyes at the touch of Wei Ying's cool hands and grinds his hips up as he pulls Wei Ying against him, already hard and aching.

"Have to wake up earlier and earlier as I cannot meditate without thinking of you, cannot achieve stillness of mind. Cannot achieve it because I like to think of you. Like to think of the way you look in our bed."

[yiling_laozu]

"How do you think I feel?" Wei Wuxian pouts shamelessly down at him. There is something about the darkness around them and the noise of the crowd so near that makes him bold, and the stark lust of Lan Wangji's words only serves to make him burn hotter. Feeling loose in a way that not even alcohol can supply, Wei Wuxian whispers, "To wake up so many mornings still fucked open yet all alone?"

[lan_wangji]

He buries a moan against Wei Ying's neck, dropping his legs to the ground to tug at his belt, needing to feel warm skin. "Thought you would want rest; you need rest," he pants, fingers making quick and sure work of Wei Ying's layers.

"Do you want me to take you some morning? Wake up with me inside? I think of little else while you sleep."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian moans as the image bursts into his mind's eye, the thought of Lan Wangji waking him with a delicious stretch so powerful his hands go limp where they are tearing Lan Wangji's own belt. He never imagined such a thing - if only the cultivating world knew that Lan Wangji is the creative one when it comes to their bed.

"I want that," he says, "I want everything. I don't want rest, Lan Zhan, I just want you."

[lan_wangji]

"I will do it, then," he whispers, finally reaching Wei Ying's waistband and spinning him around, pressing Wei Ying's front to the wall. "Will take you on your belly, still sleeping." His blunt fingernails scrape down Wei Ying's hips as he tugs his pants down and pushes his robes up to expose him, immediately going to his knees. "Take what is mine. My Wei Ying."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian lifts his hands, clinging desperately to the cool bricks before him as he feels his lower half exposed to the air, Lan Wangji's voice so close he can feel each exhalation against his skin. "Ah, Lan Zhan," he whimpers, hardly able to believe that this is happening. Every inch of him is on fire, yet if they continue, he knows he will burn hotter still.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, I want you," he manages. "Please, anything, touch me before I go mad."

[lan_wangji]

He complies without another word, biting at the only place on Wei Ying's body with such lushness, sliding two fingers down to circle him.

There are moans and cries and murmurs filtering in around them but he does not care, knows that he can keep his Wei Ying safe from their eyes and welcoming them to hear his pleasure. He welcomes them to hear what they can never have.

He reaches into his pouch with his free hand, setting down a small container of oil as he kisses down to meet his fingers.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Wangji's fingers touch him, dry yet but the best thing Wei Wuxian has felt all night. Nothing could compare to this - not cultivation, not the adulation he received on the stage - there is nothing that could feel like this intimate pressure, and then Lan Wangji's hot mouth joins his fingers and Wei Wuxian buries a sob into the leather around his wrist.

"Lan Zhan," he breathes, pushing shamelessly back against him. "Ah, I don't need much." It's part truth and part determination - they'd lain together this morning, and even if they hadn't, Wei Wuxian wants him too badly to endure much prep. "Do as little as you must."

[lan_wangji]

"You will be properly prepared," Lan Wangji admonishes, although he is nearly shaking with anticipation, spreading oil on his fingers as he dives back in to spear Wei Ying with his tongue.

He ought not burn with such intensity, it is ridiculous. He had gone twenty one years without any pleasure of any kind, hardly even a hot bath or soft pillow to speak of. Now he has Wei Ying in some way or another nearly daily and he finds himself bereft after only hours.

He pushes in two fingers at once, pulling back just enough to watch them disappear, able to just make out the shape of Wei Ying in the dim light. "Next time, Wei Ying should take me. Teach me to do this, to take this. Do you ever think of it?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian sobs again when Lan Wangji swiftly denies him, pushing back against his fingers with new force. If he cannot have what he wants, he's absolutely not above being a brat about it, and the whining makes him feel better. He doesn't stop, in fact, mewling pitifully at the wall before him until Lan Wangji pushes two fingers into him and asks him questions as if he's meant to be coherent.

"Do I - yes, Lan Zhan, I think of it," he answers, pushing back harder now that he has something inside him, thick and tantalizing and not nearly enough. He keeps talking, rapidly now in the hopes that Lan Wangji will be too distracted to worry about preparing him too roughly. "I think of it every time you slide inside me, how you should know how good it feels, and then you begin thrusting and I think only of how good I feel."

It's hardly his fault. If Lan Wangji knew how good it felt to be fucked by him, he'd be greedy about it, too.

[lan_wangji]

He finds himself compelled to suck bruises into Wei Ying's soft skin at the desperate, agitated sounds he makes. He knows others can hear them and he wants that, he wants them to hear the pleasure only he is allowed to give Wei Ying. He is, as always, torn between jealousy and a childish desire to ensure everyone who would dare look at Wei Ying, understand the glory of what they cannot have.

"Do not think I would take it as well as you, but I want to try," he huffs, kissing once more as he spreads his fingers inside where Wei Ying is tight and warm and soft. "You are magnificent. You put Hanguang-Jun on his knees for you."

[yiling_laozu]

"If Lan Zhan," he murmurs with feeling, "If Hanguang Jun gives me what I want now I will live on my knees for him." And he would, happily, but for the moments he tears himself away to battle evil, and the even more exciting moments when he gets Lan Wangji to experience what he himself now does nearly every night.

Lan Wangji's long fingers spread, and Wei Wuxian moans in earnest. "Please, Lan Zhan, it's enough, it's enough." He reaches back for him with his hand, almost flailing. "I want you."

[lan_wangji]

He catches Wei Ying's hand in his, kissing his palm before he carefully removes his fingers and rises, making quick work of his own robes and shoving his pants down just enough to free himself. He is painfully hard, overheated and a little sweaty and entirely unlike himself as he so often is in the face of Wei Wuxian.

"My Wei Ying, my good Wei Ying," he murmurs as he takes himself in hand and pushes in slowly but without stopping. He wraps an arm around Wei Ying's front and pulls him back against his hips, letting out a shuddering breath as he bottoms out. They are doing this, they are doing this in this alleyway surrounded by sex and music and hedonism. He loves it. Loves his Wei Ying.

[yiling_laozu]

Excitement surges within Wei Wuxian - it doesn't matter how many times they've done this, he's surprised and delighted to be granted such pleasure every time it happens, clinging to each moment of growing ecstasy like it might be the last. When Lan Wangji pushes into him, he lets out a litany of yes and please, only falling silent when Lan Wangji's harsh breath stirs his nape.

"So full," he sighs in bliss, twisting his head to aim a dick drunk smile at his darling. Perhaps the world around them will filter in soon, but for now there is only Lan Wangji. "My Lan Zhan fills me up so well."

[lan_wangji]

He must kiss Wei Ying as soon as his mouth is available, kissing his slack lips and then his cheek and temple. He is so horribly, desperately in love and every time he thinks he has a handle on it, understands the boundaries and shape of it, it expands.

"Saw so many tonight who wanted you," Lan Wangji says, pushing his weight against Wei Ying's upper back into a gentle bend. He fucks up, slow and deep, one hand coming up to guard Wei Ying's face from the rough wall. "So many eyes were on you, could have had any one of them. But you are mine, mine to please. Mine to listen to."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian has no idea if that's true. His attention is ever elsewhere, especially if Lan Wangji is with him. How could he possibly look anywhere else? Others might as well not even exist. He doesn't notice and he doesn't care, but he does enjoy it when Lan Wangji grows possessive enough to be rough with him.

He presses his forehead to Lan Wangji's broad knuckles, bending at the waist to take him deeper. Lan Wangji seems content for now to take him slow and toe curlingly deep, and Wei Wuxian smiles against his hand. "I heard them cheering for me," he pants. "I couldn't see them, but I heard them. I liked it."

[lan_wangji]

"They were enraptured by you," he growls, thrusting a little harder and faster as jealousy stabs through his gut. "They were aroused by you. So many wished to do what I am doing to you. Wished to take you into a dark place and lay claim to you."

He works his free hand into the front of Wei Ying's robes, wrapping long fingers lightly around him as he pushes Wei Ying into his hand. He can imagine it so easily, imagine all the people chasing pleasure around them wish they were in his shoes. They wish they were with Wei Ying. It infuriates him as much as it makes his blood race.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian groans as he receives precisely what he's been goading for, the new energy in every thrust of Lan Wangji's hips pushing him towards something that isn't quite pleasure, yet strangely feels just as good. With Lan Wangji in him and around him, commanding his every sensation, Wei Wuxian feels safe and cherished, and the force in those thrusts don't disturb that at all.

"Fools, then," he manages, lips closing around Lan Wangji's hand, all of him thrumming yet needing somewhere to channel the energy. He peels Lan Wangji's hand off the wall and sucks his fingers into his mouth, humming each time Lan Wangji pushes inside him so sweetly. "I could never want anything but this."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," he groans, biting and sucking at Wei Ying's neck as his hips snap forward over and over again. He swipes his thumb over the head of Wei Ying's cock and tightens his grip and starts to move his hand, still slick with oil.

"My Wei Ying. My patient, lovely Wei Ying." He does not understand, does not think he'll ever understand why Wei Ying would prefer him when he could have someone warm and fun and full of as much like as Wei Ying is. But he is grateful and will cling to his good fortune as long as he is able. "Want you to know this feeling. How hot you feel around me."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian moans as Lan Wangji's warm hand closes around him, stripping him so sweetly in time with his thrusts. Wei Wuxian yanks his hand out of his mouth and turns his head again, watching Lan Wangji with hot eyes. "And how is that?" he asks, pressing Lan Wangji during one of the few activities that makes him talkative.

"Tell me how I make you feel, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

His breath stutters as Wei Ying looks over at him, eyes lidded and intense and so, so dark. It takes Lan Wangji a moment to come back to himself, biting hard on Wei Ying's shoulder as he fucks in harder and gathers himself enough to form words.

"Reckless," he growls, trying to press closer, somehow as he keeps his eyes of Wei Ying's. "Wild. Desperate. Feel - " he cuts off with a loud moan as his belly tightens painfully, thrusts speeding up. "Feral. In love."

[yiling_laozu]

"Feral," Wei Wuxian breathes, moaning as Lan Wangji's teeth bear down. He hasn't taken Lan Wangji like this, and he wonders, will he feel the same? He feels the furthest thing from feral just now - he feels precisely himself, where he wants to be and who he wants to be with, doing the most wonderful thing they can do together. But there is no question that Lan Wangji is another creature like this, wild and burning and heartbreakingly gorgeous as he lets himself go.

Gazing at him, Wei Wuxian feels it sliding down his spine at all once, pleasure beginning to wind tightly within him for every hard thrust. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, turning his neck, "Bite me again when you come. I want them to see it."

[lan_wangji]

He has always been diligent (in the short time they have done this particular act) to ensure that Wei Ying has reached his pleasure before he would allow his own. In the position that Lan Wangji has taken, pleasure seems guaranteed and he cannot imagine it the same for the other, so it has always seemed important.

But that was before Wei Ying danced with his hair undone in front of a crowd and then came to him, chose him again in front of them all. He lets out a loud, desperate keen at Wei Ying's command and bites hard at his neck as pleasure is ripped out of him. It feels like it won't ever stop, wrenching out of him again and again as he groans around Wei Ying's soft skin. He must be crushing Wei Ying against the wall, he knows, but he feels entirely undone and unlike himself. He feels like some animal stripped of everything but love and lust for this one man.