[he can finally breathe again, the burning between his legs less an endless pounding and more strokes that fill him and retreat with a steady, powerful rhythm. every time lan zhan strikes a certain spot, his legs tremble, and the sweat from the insides of his thighs rolls down to sting his worked-open rim.
and you are my last. wei wuxian exhales heaviest at those words, opening his eyes to watch him. the beautiful way his body coils and moves, the way his eyebrows pinch in pleasure and concentration. he's struck by the knowledge that lan wangji is also his last. it's him, and it can only be him.
every time he tries to speak, even to agree, lan wangji thrusts and it turns into another strangled cry. hanguang-jun is a combination of powerful and not small, and tonight he's making up for all the times that wei wuxian was surely a handful for him in one way or another. in an odd role reversal, it's lan wangji who speaks, and wei wuxian who confirms with syllables and sounds, nodding his head to show that he agrees lest lan wangji start riding him roughly again. no more secrets, no shame, no...restraint? wei wuxian moans, eyes closing again as he bucks his hips, more and more white leaking from the tip of his erection. his insides clamp down around him, concerned about how much more he can take, but also never wanting to let him go. he's so close to the edge, but it feels like lan zhan could keep going for hours. he can just imagine him pulling out to put him in a new position, long after wei wuxian has exhausted all energy.
it's terrifying...only not really. because it's that exact thought that makes him draw tight for a shuddering release, untouched but not silent.]
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and you are my last. wei wuxian exhales heaviest at those words, opening his eyes to watch him. the beautiful way his body coils and moves, the way his eyebrows pinch in pleasure and concentration. he's struck by the knowledge that lan wangji is also his last. it's him, and it can only be him.
every time he tries to speak, even to agree, lan wangji thrusts and it turns into another strangled cry. hanguang-jun is a combination of powerful and not small, and tonight he's making up for all the times that wei wuxian was surely a handful for him in one way or another. in an odd role reversal, it's lan wangji who speaks, and wei wuxian who confirms with syllables and sounds, nodding his head to show that he agrees lest lan wangji start riding him roughly again. no more secrets, no shame, no...restraint? wei wuxian moans, eyes closing again as he bucks his hips, more and more white leaking from the tip of his erection. his insides clamp down around him, concerned about how much more he can take, but also never wanting to let him go. he's so close to the edge, but it feels like lan zhan could keep going for hours. he can just imagine him pulling out to put him in a new position, long after wei wuxian has exhausted all energy.
it's terrifying...only not really. because it's that exact thought that makes him draw tight for a shuddering release, untouched but not silent.]