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[sorry lan zhan, but the one your heart beats for is not easily shocked, shamed, or intimidated. if anything, his gentle reprimand only makes him worse.]

Mm, I'd say you were just lucky. [he tilts his head, helping lan wangji's lips find where his pulse beats in his neck. it's been steady, but his warmth and affection definitely quicken it. wei wuxian exhales through his lips, basking in the feeling before he opens his eyes. a quick glance around the poolroom confirms that they're still alone.] Lan Zhan, I don't want to wait until tonight. Let's do it right here. Let me handle what's troubled you so much.

[wei wuxian can feel him stirring awake against the curve of his ass, the swell of it nothing but enticing.]

( not a villain, but definitely wicked. and so greedy! but lan wangji’s certainly one to talk, when the rest of him combusts at the thought of taking him right here, right now. it’s a faint thread of lingering propriety that gives him pause, but even as he stalls in his neck, even as he glances askance to find no one, his hold tightens and he coaxes him lower, closer, until he’s firmly pressed against his now full erection. )

Wei Ying. ( already strained, and he breathes him in as fingers round the shape of his ass, cupping and slipping underneath fabric. ) We could be seen. ( he says it for good measure, and he should be ashamed, really, for indulging the odd thrill that causes his hips to roll against him, brazenly seeking friction.

alas, he isn’t. )

[the low moan that escapes wei wuxian's lips is not a ploy on his part, not a deliberate part of his seduction. it's a natural reaction to feeling the thick length of lan wangji's cock pressing against him and the waking hunger inside of him. lan wangji's body speaks for him again, promising to open him up with a pleasure that makes the yiling patriarch forget every hatred and hardship and feel only how loved he is.]

We could be. [he nods slowly, voice huskier when he speaks.] I suspect I'll be heard first. Maybe they'll come in unaware, or maybe they'll want to see you driving me crazy for themself. [wei wuxian seeks his mouth, finds it, and suckles the sweetness from his lips with a lazy kiss.] You're so beautiful when you're fucking me. Lucifer himself could come in to watch, I won't stop. I want you too badly Lan Zhan.

[he shivers at his touch before pressing his ass down and rocking against him. wei wuxian opens his eyes, gaze still heavy-lidded as he looks into the other man's.]

Take me. Reshape me around you. I'm already yours, Lan Zhan, I don't want anyone else.

( the moan spurs him on, but the words even more so, and lan wangji nearly spills himself right there and then, a broken moan of his own. it’s been too long. he lost the strength to resist him the moment it sank in that wei wuxian’s heart beat the same, and it shows now, in the abruptness of his movements as he gives his ribbon a quick yank, feverishly reaching between them to pull himself free and tug at wei wuxian’s pants for access. it’s swift, half-clumsy, but the tongue and the lips across wei wuxian’s, down his throat, it’s slow, despite the urgency, the grazing of his teeth as languorous as his kisses.

let them hear. he’s so far past caring already, desperate to reacquaint himself with his warmth, own his body as wei wuxian owns him whole. but he won’t let them see, a sight he won’t share, possessive as he pushes him onto his back and towers above him, between his legs. the space is minimal, pants down to their knees, but it’s all he needs as he quickly coats himself with spit and precum, leaning down with the blunt head of his cock prodding wei wuxian’s entrance. ) No one will lay eyes upon you. ( and he slides in with a long, breathless groan, vision momentarily blurred as it slowly refocuses on wei wuxian’s handsome face, peppering kisses all over to distract from the sting he knows he must have felt. )

[lan wangji has always moved with grace, making even brutal combat look more like a dance. but there's more to it than that, something even more impressive. his movements are the epitome of efficiency, never a muscle wasted. and it really shows now in how quick he is, how easy it is for him to pull wei wuxian's pants halfway down his legs while disrobing himself. there doesn't seem anything clumsy about it at all, not to him.

the drag of his mouth might as well be the strike of a match, one that sets wei wuxian's entire being on fire. he moans again, fingers curling in his hair to hold him close as he lies back. his eyes are as dark as pitch as he looks up at him. wei wuxian might be "colorful" with his language, but his lover's firm declaration is what turns him on. lan wangji's passion is a force of nature that manifests in dozens of ways, from his possessive jealousy to his fierce devotion. he wouldn't change a thing.

he wills himself to relax, though he's eager to be filled by him, clenching from the first prod like he could drag him inside. wei wuxian's body knows him as well as his heart does, and pleasure has a shape and a length in his memory.

it goes beyond that this time, the knot unfamiliar but forcing him to accept it. there's a surprised sound at the end of his moan, and his body arches and squirms while his fingers curl into lan wangji's shoulders. for a moment he looks up into his eyes, suddenly struck by the fear that his lover is an illusion, that maybe he's been tricked into taking someone or something else into him. he wouldn't care about the violation, only his infidelity to the one he loves.

the touch of those lips instantly reassures him. no one but lan zhan could ever kiss him so sweetly, his entire heart felt with every press against his cheek, his forehead, his mouth.

wei wuxian breathes and tells himself that he will not break.]

Lan Zhan, look at me. Please.

[to show him that he's alright, to make sure that lan wangji is too. to connect in more than just their bodies. he meets his eyes with a smile, more encouraging than any words he could ever say.]

You're amazing.

( pray for the unfortunate soul that would dare to violate or harm wei wuxian in any way. he’s endured more than a single man should have, and here lan wangji shields and loves him all at once, a cloak of white robes and warmth. there’s a certain note of vulnerability in wei wuxian’s voice as he calls his name, one lan wangji feels in his bones. his focus sharpens. he looks, long lashes fluttering as the muscles in his chest tighten and squeeze, breath hitching at the overflow of affection the smile he’s so freely given causes. )

Wei Ying… ( he can’t be sure whether he manages to smile back, softly panting above him as he gently rocks into him, nuzzling and gazing into his eyes. it’s the only dance he’ll ever learn, rhythm in tune with the beat of their want, and he kisses his nose, his brows, making a point to stop and linger where he now has horns, refusing to dismiss any part of him. because he’s amazing, too, the better part of himself.

it’s only when he reaches lower, fingers in his hair as he noses along his collarbones that he notices something a little odd. the strokes inside him are shallower than usual, though he didn’t pay much attention until now, buried to the hilt and barely thrusting, lazy rolls of his hips. and he can’t pull out. it becomes glaringly obvious as he arches his back to try and brush his mouth across wei wuxian’s chest, fails, and frowns as he dips his chin and looks down between their bodies, feeling particularly swollen. ) Wei Ying…? ( is that a hint of panic in his voice? gradually he stops moving, pushing himself up on the palms of his hands and shooting his lover a flustered glance.

he’s stuck. )

Lan Zhan...

[he murmurs his name back to him, mistaking his lover's alarm for passion at first. he's also noticed that lan wangji's thrusts aren't as powerful as they normally are, that he doesn't feel them rocking his entire body. he's clearly giving him time to adjust to the new swell of him, a consideration that wei wuxian appreciates. it still feels amazing, just being joined with him like this, the shallow thrusts pulling moans and whimpers from his lips.

and then a soft gasp when lan wangji tests it. his brow furrows, but he knows it's just something that he'll get used to. the ache will become something almost pleasant, a reminder of what they create and share with each other. his own cock has risen and leaks between them.

but lan wangji's warmth is suddenly lifted from him. wei wuxian opens his eyes to look at him questioningly, a hand to touch his face.]

What is it? What's wrong? [but then he feels it too, the way he's held open, how there's just no room for him to relax and help the other free himself.] A-ah, Lan Zhan, are you...?

[don't panic, don't panic. if he has to die, there's a lot worse ways to go than this.]

( yes. he is, and wei wuxian’s palm on his cheek must feel incredibly warm, for how scaldingly hot his skin has become. is this punishment? for craving him too much despite his restraint of the past few days, and giving in here where they could be easily caught. if lan wangji was one to swear, he’d shame his ancestors right about now, but in lieu of a curse, a sound, half-whimper half-groan as he leans back down and finds shelter in the crook of his neck. )

It’s grown too large. ( his ears burn, but beyond his embarrassment, concern guides his arms tighter around wei wuxian’s body, an apologetic and affectionate embrace. it doesn’t help that it still feels good, unable to will it down when wei wuxian pulses so blissfully around him, and he frowns and he groans again, carefully pulling his lover up with him as he resumes their initial position. )

Forgive me. ( for the pain he might have caused or be causing, a little pitiful as he offers a remorseful glance, and then he closes his eyes, inhaling deep. ) Allow me to regain my composure. ( aka, give him some time to loosen his horny grip so that he might lose his erection. )

[hot and red. lan wangji's embarrassment is so obvious that wei wuxian forgets all about his own discomfort. he breathes out as his lover breathes in, and then smiles in spite of their situation.]

Lan Zhan, there's nothing between you and me that needs forgiven.

[he didn't ask for this, and wei wuxian wouldn't reject him for it anyway. wei wuxian holds him too, stroking a soothing hand down the other's back while he hides against him.]

If we were back in our room, I'd even welcome having you in me all night. [wait...that's probably not helping with his horniness levels. wei wuxian forgets himself and squirms on his lap, the careless movement drawing a hiss from his lips.] Let me help you. I know, I'll just keep talking. I used to talk a lot back at Cloud Recesses and you were never turned on there! [...] Let's see, what's the most un-sexy thing to Hanguang Jun...ah! I know! I'll talk about my favorite chili oil! Lan Zhan, have you ever tried Old Grand Master chili sauce?

( his only reassurance is that it doesn’t seem to pain wei wuxian, minus the usual and initial discomfort. because there’s something else to worry about. if they do manage to get it down... what then. is he doomed to be deprived of his snug warmth forever? of his body writhing in unison with his, and the blissful sounds he makes when lan wangji nudges just the right spot?

one problem at a time. maybe once he manages to withdraw, they’ll figure something out. breathe. and he does, stifling a moan when wei wuxian moves against him, sighing deep and chasing after the same inner strength that’s always managed to calm his mind. but it’s hard, when his lover starts babbling, and lan wangji is caught under the same spell that’s been affecting him since day one, from the first smile and the first hint of charming nonsense that would forever change him.

his lips curl of their own volition, hold tightening without crushing. and he looks up. at him. gazes and listens and watches with the patience of a saint, impossibly fond. he shakes his head, because of course he hasn't. ) Tell me. ( this chili or any other.

in which wei wuxian will have to learn the hard way (!) that everything he does has always turned him on, a physical and emotional response he can no longer hide. )

Edited 2020-10-29 17:50 (UTC)

[leave it to wei wuxian to figure out, and he will. he's not willing to give up their nights together, the intimacy and the roughness of lan wangji's voice when he whispers his name like a prayer. nothing makes him feel happier than the other's hands and mouth on him as they're literally one. whatever the obstacle, they'll overcome it together.]

Ah Lan Zhan, how pitiful that you've been deprived of it and raised on Cloud Recesses' food instead. [he looks truly sad about this, clicking his tongue before pressing his lips to lan wangji's forehead. it's a chaste kiss, full of an affection that wouldn't change even if they could never be together this way again.] I could eat three bowls of rice with just it on top, nothing else! Maybe more. It's so popular in Yunmeng, it's even a part of our courtship rituals.

[wei wuxian leans back, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and neck.]

Lan Zhan, would you eat three bowls of Old Grand Master chili rice for me?

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