For Wei Ying - post Engagement party

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji has not been this publicly agitated since the Pride festival, seeing Wei Ying on display and needing to claim him for himself. He'd promised himself he would not lose control in such a way ever again but he had not anticipated how it would feel to proclaim Wei Ying as his betrothed in a tavern full of people. He hadn't anticipated imagining Wei Ying in red, marital robes. He hadn't anticipated how happy it would make Wei Ying.

This will be the last time, he tells himself sternly as he clings to Wei Ying as they fly through the cool night. By the end of the night, Lan Wangji's behavior had been bordering on lewd as he had pulled Wei Ying closer and closer, murmuring against his skin and fingers clenched around his small waist. He finds the lack of anyone to find his behavior appalling to be both worrying and freeing.

He tightens his hold as their house comes into view and he starts his descent towards the warm glow. "Want something different, tonight," he says as he bites at Wei Ying's neck. "Want many things."

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[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian feels as if he's vibrating, teased all night by Lan Wangji's increasingly amorous touches, his nerves like a bow string pulled taut and ready to release if only they could reach their home. "Anything," he says, twisting in Lan Wangji's arms to suck on his throat before they land, a dark, high mark well above the collar of his robes.

"Anything my Lan Zhan wants, he can have."

[lan_wangji]

Bichen shudders lightly as they land as Lan Wangji aches with the knowledge that anyone will see proof of what they have done, of the pleasure that Lan Wangji has received. It makes any tenuous control dissolve and as soon as they land he gathers Wei Ying up, wrapping his legs around Lan Wangji's hips and kisses him.

"My Wei Ying," he murmurs, voice low and rough as he holds Wei Ying as close as he can, stepping off Bichen and walking towards the door. "My betrothed. Mine, forever."

[yiling_laozu]

"Yours," Wei Wuxian agrees, sinking his fingers into Lan Wangji's dark hair to pull his head to the side, baring the unmarked side of his throat to Wei Wuxian's eager lips. It's hardly his fault - Lan Wangji lifts him as if he were made of parchment, and the casual display of strength makes Wei Wuxian absolutely wild.

"Ah, Lan Zhan, I can't wait to make you feel good. You're so lovely, so strong and perfect. You deserve to feel so good."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying always makes me feel good," he answers, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth as he managers to get them both into the house without letting out Cat with some modicum of grace.

A quick pause to toe off his boots is all Lan Wangji has patience for as he carries Wei Ying into their room and drops him on the soft, perfectly made bed. He stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at the perfect picture Wei Ying makes, hair escaping the once pristine bun and cheeks flushed.

"Want you to do to me what I do to you. Want us both to have each other that way. If you want it, too."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian grins up at him, eyes raking shamelessly over the picture Lan Wangji makes, looming large and purposeful at the foot of the bed. "I want it," he promises. He's thought of it more than once, even initiating things with Lan Wangji with that purpose in mind, only to be derailed by how positively undone he is the instant Lan Wangji picks him up. There's something about Lan Wangji that makes him want to submit, an impulse he finds nowhere else in this world or any other, and he loves it.

Making Lan Wangji feel as he does, however, when he is taken...that is a joy that ought be shared. "Come down here, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

"I worry I will not have the patience for it when you look like this," Lan Wangji murmurs, lowering himself down to crawl on top of Wei Ying. Already he feels the impulse to pin him down, to make him his, to claim him. He cups Wei Ying's lovely face in one hand, thumb brushing across the sharp cheekbone.

"You give yourself to me in that way so easily, let me inside in every way. I know I am not like that. But I want to be. With you."

[yiling_laozu]

"You will like it, Lan Zhan," says Wei Wuxian, closing his hand around Lan Wangji's wrist to tug him closer, pulling their bodies flush. "It's true it isn't easy at the start, and your instincts might be to fight it, but once you let go and trust me it's so much easier. And you trust me, don't you?" he asks, cupping Lan Wangji's face with his own hand now.

[lan_wangji]

He nods against Wei Ying's hand, eyes closing and cheek pushing against his palm as he seeks Wei Ying's touch. He melts against Wei Ying, laying his weight carefully on top of him, unable to stop his hips from pushing lightly against Wei Ying's.

"Trust you and trust you know what I would like. It is strange to be known so well," he says, fingers working at the knots of Wei Ying's robes. "You are very, very good at it."

[yiling_laozu]

"It's Lan Zhan's fault," Wei Wuxian replies, pulling back to help tug at his robes, his impatience leading him to tighten the very knots Lan Wangji means to loosen. He gives up and begins pulling at Lan Wangji's robes instead. "I wanted to know you the moment I saw you and I wouldn't let you run away no matter how much you tried."

He beams. "Lan Zhan is irresistible."

[lan_wangji]

"Not irresistible, Wei Ying is simply incorrigible and enjoys a challenge," Lan Wangji counters, having a much easier time with Wei Ying's simple, two layers than Wei Ying is likely having with Lan Wangji's multitude. He is lucky that Wei Ying has nimble fingers and relentless determination.

He kisses at the Wen brand scar once it is revealed, nose running along the sharp cut of Wei Ying's collarbone until he reaches his neck. Lan Wangji likes his hair up like this, likes the easy access to Wei Ying's lovely neck and his lovely shoulders.

"What do you like about it?" he asks, pulling back to see Wei Ying's face. "When I take you?"

[yiling_laozu]

"Ah," Wei Wuxian breathes, blushing at once. He can talk of anything in the world with ease so long as it's not his own pleasure, and then he becomes bashful indeed. "I - I like the way you are all around me," he admits. "It could feel like a cage, being pinned, being entered...but having you inside me only makes me feel cherished. And of course," he adds, "It feels so good when you stroke that place inside me. I know that I am making you feel good even as you do the same to me. It makes me feel that we are connected."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji nods seriously at Wei Ying's explanation even as he is silently overcome by Wei Ying's blush. That even now this makes Wei Ying of all people blush is terribly endearing.

He rises onto his knees to work his robes off of shoulders, enjoying the feeling of the cool night air against his back. It is late, late even by Wei Ying's standards and Lan Wangji is determined they will both indulge in a later rising in the morning. Perhaps continue whatever it is they manage to start, tonight.

"It is the feeling of being caged, being pinned that concerns me," he admits. "But I want to learn to be open to you in all ways. Want you to feel what I feel. Want to be good for you in that same way."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian props up on his elbows, eyes greedy for the sight of Lan Wangji's body as it is bared to him. "If it troubles you, it doesn't have to be on your back," he says, "There are many ways." His smile is sly. "Like the time I came home to find you gardening, and you were damp with sweat and had the tiniest smear of dirt on your cheek, just so - "

He traces the spot with his fingertip. "And you looked so strong and handsome and capable and then you made me wait until after dinner to have you and by then I was so distressed that I simply stripped your lower half bare and sat down on you."

[lan_wangji]

He sucks in a sharp breath at Wei Ying's touch and his words, remembering that day. He remembers the heady tension throughout the evening, he remembers forcing himself to remain still and eat his dinner while tasting none of it. He remembers Wei Ying's dark glances and suggestive comments and when he finally broke, he must have known Lan Wangji was only moment's away himself.

His fingers drop to push Wei Ying's robes apart and he leans in to breath just above Wei Ying's growing hardness. "I would like that," he murmurs, lips brushing the soft trousers. He thinks he would also like it on his belly, something about not being seen feels free in that same way. But he does not know how to explain that, worrying Wei Ying would find it impersonal. "I like it when you desire me like that strongly. It is how I feel for you."

[yiling_laozu]

"I always desire you that strongly," Wei Wuxian laughs, "Only you made me bottle it up until I was bursting." And it had been so good when he at last got what he wanted, and made better by the waiting, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't protest if it happens again.

"We can try it every which way until you enjoy yourself," he says, breath hitching as Lan Wangji's lips catch against the fabric of his pants. He's been aching for him the entire flight home, but he tries to be patient. This might be a lot for Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian draws a steadying breath, lifting Lan Wangji's chin with a fingertip. "Let me open you with my fingers," he says. "We know you enjoy at least that much."

[lan_wangji]

He hums in agreement but lingers a moment to mouth with determination at Wei Ying's hardness before pulling back and crawling back up his body. Their bottle of oil is never more than a short reach from their bed and he sets it carefully on their bed before pushing up for a kiss.

"Wei Ying has talented hands," he says, sliding their bare chests together as he rocks down in this familiar position. "Some nights when you are out, I try and do that for myself. Imagine it is your hands. It's never as good."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian breathes in astonishment. Even in the privacy of their home he has difficulty imagining this - he always thought that while he was out, Lan Wangji must be meditating. Now that he knows otherwise, he'll be distracted in town indeed. "You know I'll come rushing home any time you like."

He concentrates, fighting the urge to let the roll of Lan Wangji's hips hypnotize him into the usual passive - if a bottomless thirst for cock and nothing else can be considered passive - state in bed. Wei Wuxian reaches, finding the oil on his third try and popping it messily open. "Roll onto your back, Lan Zhan," he murmurs. "If you stay like this I won't be able to help myself."

[lan_wangji]

He does not bother trying to stop a small smile, pleased with himself as he eases off Wei Ying and lies down, unlacing his pants. It's not often he manages to scandalize Wei Ying and there is the tiniest part of himself that now understands the appeal.

"I like the anticipation of missing you," he admits, arching his back just enough to start pushing pants down around his hips, watching Wei Ying carefully. "When I'm with you, I want too much to stop. Alone, I can go slow."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's mouth quirks. "Your clan taught you patience, austerity, and restraint. Lan Zhan has figured out how to turn that into pleasure." He beams down at him, wondering if he's ever been more proud. What would Lan Qiren say? he wonders, resisting the urge to cackle.

"My Lan Zhan is so impressive," he says, lowering himself between Lan Wangji's parted thighs, mouth watering for the sight of his cock. "He deserves to feel so good. I think I'll suck your cock while I open you up," he decides, nosing along its length as slick fingers begin to draw lazy circles around Lan Wangji's entrance.

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," he breathes, flushing at Wei Ying's words as if Lan Wangji has any room to act scandalized in their bed. He carefully plucks at the pins now half holding Wei Ying's hair up and watches it tumble down in between his own thighs. It is wonderful and indecent and soft against his skin and he does not hesitate to bury his fingers against Wei Ying's scalp.

He manages to stop himself from flinching away from Wei Ying's fingers as he always does when they first do this, determined to give himself in this way. It is the least Wei Ying deserves and he wants it, wants to be claimed in that way. He wants to know he can allow Wei Ying to have every part of him. "You are mine, this is mine forever," he murmurs, hips taught as he keeps himself still. "This is yours forever."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian moans in response. The only thing better than the way Lan Wangji's blood hot cock pushing past his lips is the promise that it belongs to him, and he rewards Lan Wangji by sucking tightly around the head, one fingertip still swirling yet beginning to slip inside.

"So warm here," he sighs, pausing to kiss up and down Lan Wangji's length as his body closes minutely around him. "Ah, Lan Zhan, how will I put my cock here? Just a fingertip and I want to go mad."

[lan_wangji]

Blunt fingernails scratch at Wei Ying's head as he tightens his grip, lips parting on a stuttered breath. He glances down but cannot stand the sight of Wei Ying's pink mouth stretched around him and his dark hair splayed across Lan Wangji's lap. He pants, instead, up at the ceiling to keep himself from thrusting upwards, from taking as every instinct is already screaming to do.

"When it is me," he finally manages, unsticking his suddenly dry throat. "When I am inside you, feels like I have come home but it also feels feral feels like I want to take you apart."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian presses a smile into smooth, intimate skin. "I want that also," he says, his own hole clenching before he remasters himself. "I don't know what I'll feel, Lan Zhan," he says, beginning to thrust shallowly inside. "Sometimes when I look at you like this, I lose my mind, and I hardly know what's happened except that I've spent all over the both of us."

It can't be like that tonight. Lan Wangji is nervous - the careful way he's holding himself is proof - and Wei Wuxian must be clearheaded. That will be easier said than done, he realizes, as Lan Wangji's body swallows up more of his finger into that incredible heat.

[lan_wangji]

"My experience is very similar," he grunts as he flexes his hips to push Wei Ying's finger deeper, impatience tingling across his skin. "Makes me feels undone, want to take you apart slowly, all night. But can never stop."

His chest feels tight as he tries to force himself to relax, nerves and want tangled up in a way he has not felt in a while, not in their bed. He cannot pin down his desires, cannot pin down the way pleasures twists around with restlessness and a bizarre, tiny impulse to flee.

"I, I do want this. If I seem - I want this."

[yiling_laozu]

"I know," answers Wei Wuxian softly. "But you don't have to force yourself, Lan Zhan. We can take all night. We can take all week if we want to. Don't push yourself beyond what you will enjoy." He arches his neck, grateful for his long, gangly limbs that allow him to both thrust shallowly inside Lan Wangji and kiss him at the same time, with deep, searching sweeps of his tongue that always melt him into liquid when he's on the receiving end of them.