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]

"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.

[lan_wangji]

He immediately clutches at Wei Ying's upper arms when he pushes up to kiss him, needing that grounding, needing to be pressed down and reminded to submit by the sheer weight of Wei Ying.

"I want it tonight," he murmurs against Wei Ying's lips, hips rolling down onto Wei Ying's fingers as he lets out a frustrated huff. He wants more, wants to be pinned and claimed in a way that goes past his limited comfort boundaries. He can feel a familiar impatience taking hold.

"Like this, not on top, want you on me like this."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian nods, finding comfort in the instruction despite knowing that leading is not what Lan Wangji wants tonight. It's simply overwhelming, having the great Hanguang Jun beneath him, demanding that Wei Wuxian take his pleasure even while his own body fights against allowing it.

He kisses him again, insistent this time, demanding that Lan Wangji's mouth open for him even as his finger pushes deeper, demanding entrance there, too. He's barely gotten Lan Wangji's stubborn body to loosen, but he adds a second finger, moving his mouth from Lan Wangji's kiss swollen lips to mouth along his throat.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji lets out a strangled moan as Wei Ying presses down, as close to forcing submission from him as he has ever come. They both know Lan Wangji is stronger, could break the hold if he so chose but that is not what this is, what this is about. Not tonight. His good, brilliant Wei Ying understands him so well.

He wills himself to relax, to push down against the second finger, vaguely aware his own struggling breaths and the tight hold on Wei Ying's arms. There will be bruises tomorrow that he will regret but in the moment, he cannot imagine letting go. They've never gone past this, he has never been able to open himself for Wei Ying past this.

"I'm yours," he manages. "Want to be yours."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian lets the pain of that too tight grip ground him, scissoring his fingers inside Lan Wangji's too tight heat and pressing deeper, searching with skinny fingers for that bright, shivering place Lan Wangji unerringly finds within him when their positions are reversed. He pulls his lips from Lan Wangji's mottled throat with a wet pop and returns them to his cock, sucking him down with hollowed cheeks to bring pleasure rocketing back to the surface, pushing past nerves and hesitance and hopefully consuming them with every new flick of his eager tongue.

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying!" Lan Wangji gasps, head snapping up at the return of his tight, warm mouth. Every muscle tenses with the effort of holding back his hips from thrusting up, from chasing his pleasure but when his clever Wei Ying finds that place inside him he writhes. He cannot help it, cannot stop it and he tries not to hurt Wei Ying but his back bows and his hips twist and he wants this, wants more. He cannot think like this, is entirely at Wei Ying's mercy and it feels terrifyingly freeing.

"Please," he begs, voice made choked and small. "Please."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's body thrums with pleasure at the sound of Lan Wangji's stuttered pleas. Emboldened, he fumbles more oil onto his fingers and adds a third, thrusting relentlessly against the spot that makes Lan Wangji's body jerk and shudder. "Shall I take you like this?" he asks against the head of his cock. "Hard and sure and fast, as you take me? Or will you want it slower?" he wonders.

What will he want, once buried in this incredible heat? Will he lose his senses as Lan Wangji seems to, and what will he be driven to do? Wei Wuxian gives a shudder of his own, racked with anticipation.

[lan_wangji]

Wei Ying's voice, like this. It shouldn't be allowed. They are usually so unlike themselves when they lose themselves to pleasure; Lan Wangji fierce and direct in voicing what he wants and what he will do, Wei Ying often rendered speechless. He is not used to this, Wei Ying so forceful and direct and filthy and he likes it very much.

It takes him several long moments to find his own after Wei Ying manages a stretch beyond anything they've done, before. He is pinned down and helpless and he doesn't know what he wants until he manages to put two brain cells back together because he has spent hours and hours imagining this. "Slow," he pants, hips aching as he pushes against three of Wei Ying's long, talented fingers. "Then fast. And hard. Take it."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian moans, opening his mouth to swallow Lan Wangji's cock yet again. He takes him deep this time, opening his throat and swallowing and allowing the pitch of Lan Wangji's body to thrust against the soft, tight walls of his throat again and again. Is it enough, he wonders, three fingers? Should he have measured his own hand against his cock beforehand? If he tries pushing into Lan Wangji now the way his body is screaming for, will he harm him?

"Lan Zhan," he breathes, voice rough from the brief abuse to his throat. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you're ready."

[lan_wangji]

He has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment when Wei Ying pulls off him again, he is so hard that it hurts but once Wei Ying's rough voice penetrates he is nodding and grabbing at whatever part of Wei Ying he can reach to pull him up. Hair, a shoulder, an upper arm, anything to get Wei Ying on top of him once again.

"Want it," he parrots, letting go of Wei Ying with one hand to grab at the nearest cushion and shove it under his hips. He does not know if his body is ready but he knows that he will make it ready if need be. "Please, action is best. Please, take it."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian nods, feeling shaky now that they are so close, but Lan Wangji's urgency makes him brave. His Lan Zhan is waiting for him, and Wei Wuxian will deliver. He pushes his arm beneath one of Lan Wangji's long, pale legs, hitching it so high it nearly catches on his shoulder. It holds him open and exposed, and Wei Wuxian could faint for the sight of him, pink and blushed rosy and shining with oil. With a trembling hand, he lines himself up, dropping his forehead down against Lan Wangji's.

"Breathe," he murmurs, reminding himself as well as the heat of Lan Wangji's body stuns him even as they've barely begun, and begins to press inside.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji's eyes are wide, stunned as Wei Ying pushes his leg up, the stretch unfamiliar and rendering him absolutely exposed. He fights the small twitches that want to slam his legs back together because that is simply instinct, something primal he may never be able to let go of. It is not him, not what he wants. He wants Wei Ying, he wants this.

He grips at Wei Ying's arms again, more bruises to find in the morning and half nods at the reminder, his breath and Wei Ying's mingling as Wei Ying pushes inside. It burns and he breathes through something close to panic as he stares up at Wei Ying's face, looking as stunned as his own. He nods, inanely, because he cannot think and he doesn't want Wei Ying to stop, never wants him to be any further away than exactly this.

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian breathes, voice hardly more than a wheeze as he pushes into a vise like grip. He's so tight and so warm, so heavenly around him that it's difficult to think, but the shock on Lan Wangji's face pulls him back.

"I know it hurts," he says, pressing a trembling kiss to his cheek before resettling against his forehead. "Keep breathing. It will get better."

[lan_wangji]

"Every time?" he manages to ask, breath in soft huffs as he tries to relax, tries to force every muscle into submission one by one. Has he hurt Wei Ying every time he has done this to him? He flashes through every time he lost himself to passion and prepared Wei Ying very little. He thinks of that alleyway.

Even with the pain he can feel impatience tickling up his spine, trying to force him into action, some way to release the tension and nerves. He squirms in Wei Ying's hold, sucking in a breath as he forces Wei Ying a little bit deeper.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian slides in further, registering a sudden need to thrust and just as quickly stamping down on it, forcing temperance where none has certainly ever naturally existed. "Not every time," he murmurs, trying to ground himself by looking into Lan Wangji's too determined eyes.

"But nearly always a little. I like it, Lan Zhan. I can't explain it. I like making way for you." He doesn't expect Lan Wangji to be at all the same, however, and tries not to panic at the pain furrowing Lan Wangji's brow. "Lan Zhan, how can I make it better? Shall I go slower?" His body screams at the idea, but Wei Wuxian presses on. "Open you more with my fingers?"

[lan_wangji]

"No!" Lan Wangji says, voice low and desperate at the idea of Wei Ying pulling out, pulling away from him at all. He slings his other leg around Wei Ying's waist as if to hold him in place.

"Just move, slowly, move and tell me of your pleasure," he pleads, reaching up a hand to wind it in Wei Ying's dark hair. "Tell me what I feel like for you. Do not know what this feels like for you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's eyes close as Lan Wangji's fingers work through his hair, calming the fire that his nerves have become since sliding that first inch into Lan Wangji. "It's so tight, Lan Zhan. You are so tight inside, and so warm. Even warmer than your mouth, tighter than your hand. I can hardly stand it, I feel so good."

Pushed up on one elbow, he feels himself slide deeper, so deep inside Lan Wangji now yet still not fully sheathed. "Ah, how will I bear being fully inside you when even this much feels so good?"