[ Lan Wangji doesn't know where this will go either, only knows that the interruptions from outsiders are unwanted. Now that they've taken that step and he knows the taste of Wei Ying's mouth, knows the sounds he makes during ebbs of pleasure, knows the warmth and the touch of his fingertips upon his own skin, how can he possibly go without, again?
And so, he kisses. Brings his free hand up to cradle Wei Ying's jaw, to keep it steady as his eyes flutter closed, and he kisses. Steps closer when spurred on by the foot wrapped around his own, presses the length of their bodies together once again, and he kisses. Kisses. It feels so wonderful and he doesn't wish to stop, wouldn't it wonderful to do this all night, to do it every day, to be wrapped up in each other's arms and each other's tongues, like this?
But soon the kissing becomes a little needier, a frantic mixture of lips and teeth and tongue, and as Wei Wuxian moans against his mouth it sends a wave of arousal right into his cock and at that he draws back. He needs to say something, this time. He has to. ]
Wei Ying— [ It is quiet, words fragmented by heavy breaths. ] —We should stop. If we do not, it is going to be become difficult later. To stop— to not touch you. Like before. More.
[ To not take you to bed. You understand the meaning, right? ]
[ He understands the meaning. The thing is — why is that bad? Why can't they? They're married, aren't they? And a married couple should be able to indulge in each other to their heart's content. The only downside is this isn't their bedroom at home, that this isn't the place they're able to fully relax in. But god, when they get home... there's not going to be any coming out of the jingshi for a week, he knows this.
It's exhilarating, to know that Lan Wangji wants to sleep with him as much as he wants to sleep with Lan Wangji. There are still... feelings here that he's unsure of but the press of their bodies, the way Lan Wangji looks at him, it's all clear to him that the other man wants him. Even his words, to not touch you has Wei Wuxian's heart beating just that much faster. Fuck. He wants him, he wants him so badly.
His fingers curl into his palms before stretching out but he doesn't dislodge Lan Wangji's hand. He likes this, being pinned. He didn't know it was something he'd like until it happened though but right now, he's very much into it. He bites his bottom lip, arching up into Lan Wangji and tries to think but his thoughts are just a mess of want and need. ]
Is that a bad thing?
[ Voice gone breathy and soft, face flushed, eyes half-lidded. He looks the picture of temptation right now. ]
Wei Ying wants this, he finally realises. Wants to be touched, to be kissed, to perhaps take it even further than they did earlier.
It still isn't a conversation, but it is at least confirmation, permission that this, whatever it is, is okay for them to do. It's a relief off his shoulders honestly, worried deep down that Wei Ying was simply going along with it, that there would be a line crossed and even if he were to smile and say it's alright, it wouldn't be, not really.
But this... ]
Then, I should endeavor to make sure my husband is pleased. Satisfied.
[ Decision made, Lan Wangji lets go of the wrists held by his hand only for that arm to swoop down and behind Wei Wuxian's thighs instead, lifting him up one-handed rather effortlessly as he marches them over to their shared bed as he then drops his husband down onto it, immediately crawling on himself to hover above him, to lean in and begin kissing once again but like this, letting his body weight press against Wei Ying below him, is already ten times better than it had been before. ]
[ Yeah, being picked up one handed? That's. That's going in his memory bank for the next time he jerks off. He didn't even realize Lan Wangji could do that. There's just initial relief at the words and then suddenly he's scooped up and is clutching onto Lan Wangji as he ferries him quickly to the bed. He's so shocked by the display of strength that he doesn't even say anything, just wide-eyed and blushing hot.
Then he's on the bed, then Lan Wangji is on him and there's little time for thought after that. Lan Wangji is kissing him and Wei Wuxian moans into it, his arms wrapping around Lan Wangji's neck while his legs automatically splay open, as if on offer for Lan Wangji. He doesn't keep himself quiet this time either, letting out soft little whimpers of pleasure with the swipe of their tongues, with every soft bite against his lips. He squirms underneath Lan Wangji, wanting more, needing more, and already overwhelmed by what he's getting.
One of his legs goes and hooks around Lan Wangji's waist, pulling him even more flush against him. It's then that it's obvious that Wei Wuxian is hard already, his arousal pressing up into Lan Wangji's hip as their bodies press together. Aching, needy, he just moans again at the press. ]
[ Kissing like this already feels so much better than it did against the wall. Lan Wangji fits himself between Wei Wuxian's open legs with ease as he captures his lips, a sigh escaping as he is encouraged to get even closer and he presses their hips together, arousals caught between their bodies as a spike of pleasure and want flow through him.
This is just as before, tongues in each other's mouths as they both become hard with such speed that it is too alluring to be embarrassing, but this time there is no need to worry about walked in on, not if the servants value their lives. No need to worry about sounds as much, what is or isn't allowed, and without the uncertainly hanging over his head that Wei Wuxian was going to come to his senses and plead for him to stop at any moment, he is free to fully commit to it— to chase those good feelings, to make Wei Wuxian feel just as good in return, to touch and taste and watch as he unravels and submits himself to Lan Wangji's mouth, his hands, his cock.
The need for skin-on-skin grows stronger, so while his mouth focuses on the kissing, interspersing between nips and sucks to Wei Wuxian's lips, his hands work on untying the loosely-applied belt from earlier, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor as he can then unravel the layers of robes and free the warm body within, allowing a firm touch to lay claim to the warm, smooth skin of the torse found beneath. ]
[ It really is perfect. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if he knew how Lan Wangji felt about him, if he was sure that his affection was mutual. He isn't sure if that's going to happen anytime soon, or ever. If this is just... two guys who are pent up finding release with each other. For Wei Wuxian, at least, it's falling into bed with his soulmate, the only person who understands him to his core and the only person he wants to touch him like this. At least he can pretend, just a little, that Lan Wangji feels the same.
But Lan Wangji is pulling his robes apart and Wei Wuxian does not fight him. In fact, he helps him along, his hands tugging at the fabric to pull it apart and slipping his arms out of his sleeves. It leaves his robes in a mess underneath him, his pants still tied at his waist and his erection obvious behind the fabric. He even takes the time to lift his hips, pushing his pants off and shimmying them down over his thighs before kicking them off completely. It leaves him nude under Lan Wangji, laying in the pile of his robes afterwards.
Then he continues to kiss Lan Wangji. His hands clutch at the front of the other man's robes and tug him in even closer, letting go as his arms slide back around his neck and hold him tight as he kisses up into his mouth. Tongue and teeth and open mouthed desire. Wei Wuxian moans again, and again, and again. Helpless to the touch of Lan Wangji. He doesn't stifle his noises either. Anyone who passes by their room, servant or cultivator alike, will know exactly what is happening in there. This time though, it's their own private room and they're a married couple, aren't they? No one can judge them. ]
[ He lends a hand to pull of Wei Wuxian's pants, taking a moment to practically leer at him in all his naked glory— his lively face, his chest, his hard cock, touched before but now seen— and he quickly decides that Wei Wuxian has the right idea. If this is the route they are going down, what is the need for clothes?
He begins to strip himself at a hurried pace, his sash easily tugged and coming loose as he sits up to slip his arms out of the layers of robes. Once they are off he shuffles sideways on the bed, enough to sort of take a seat and slide his own trousers off, his own erection springing free to rest upright against his belly before he is soon back and making a home for himself between Wei Wuxian's legs, coming back to kiss him once more, first on his mouth and then further down on his neck, as his teeth graze over a pulse point. He wants to bite it so badly, to leave a huge, bruising mark there, one that would let everyone at this conference know who left it there and why—
With that last thought he gives in, teeth claiming skin to certainly leave a mark, high enough that no robe collar is going to be able to cover it. His hands reach out for Wei Ying's as he does it, securing them with his own, intertwining fingers in a silent apology at the expected hiss, and once content he keeps his lips right there, to soothe, and to kiss. ]
Unbelievable, that they question my affections towards you.
[ Now there surely won't be any doubts, not when anyone passing the room is certain to hear the sounds from within, not when the maids outside are surely gossiping over how dishelved they looked before locking themselves away, not when tomorrow Wei Wuxian will be spotted with quite obvious imprints to his skin. ]
As if Wei Ying, as a husband, could be found to be lacking in some way. Ridiculous.
[ There is an immediate thrill in him as he watches Lan Wangji strip down. He's seen him shirtless before, but completely nude? No, nothing of the sort. They've been considerate of each other while living together, giving each other privacy when changing. Now, Lan Wangji strips off his robes like they're an irritant in the way of what he truly wants and when he's fully naked, Wei Wuxian's eyes are on him like a hungry thing. Oh, that's delicious. Satisfying. Makes him want to devour him.
He wonders idly if Lan Wangji will let him suck his cock eventually. He will, right? He has to. It's so big... Wei Wuxian wants nothing more than to take it within his mouth.
But then Lan Wangji is on him, their bodies touching, Wei Wuxian moans. He wants more, wants everything, and it's just so satisfying to feel. He's lost in the pleasure when suddenly there's a sharp pain from the bite that Lan Wangji places upon his throat. He hisses sharply, feeling hands in his own and curling fingers back together with Lan Wangji. The softest of whines follow, eyes fluttering closed as Lan Wangji licks at the bite mark.
There's not going to be any hiding that. Everyone will see it. He's already got a laugh building in his throat at the idea of Jiang Cheng's face when he sees Lan Wangji's claiming bite on his throat. Then there's his words and while Wei Wuxian knows Lan Wangji means it platonically, his heart still swells as if it's not. Lan Wangji's affections towards him... Lan Wangji not finding him lacking... he laughs, a little breathless, and squeezes his fingers back. ]
Er-gege, you should leave as many bites as you want. Mark me up as much as you can. No one will ever doubt your affection again.
[ As many as he wants? And what if he wishes to cover him in them, top to bottom, head to toe? That way nobody would dare say a thing to sow seeds of doubt regarding their union, nobody would dare to leer or flirt with the known husband of the Chief Cultivator, for doing so would surely bring disaster upon their very clan.
Lan Wangji cannot help but acknowledge that Wei Wuxian isn't shying away from it, isn't simply going with the flow or putting up with it, and is instead encouraging him to do more. He isn't certain why— even if this were just a physical thing surely he doesn't want the reminder of bitemarks and bruises the next day. Oh well, that can be something to dwell upon and pick apart later, for now Lan Wangji is more than happy to follow his husband's instruction, his head moving over to the other side as he marks him again, pushes both of his arms together to hold them down with an iron grip in one of his own, and now that his other hand is free it trails downwards between them as he keeps himself busy with teeth latched on to a collarbone, fingers spreading out to wrap around Wei Wuxian's cock once more, this time trapped it between the grip of his hand and his own arousal. He wants to hear it again— that same panting and gasping as before that became literal music to his ears. ]
[ Oh, this is — this is good. Something about the way Lan Wangji pins his arms together, holds them down and makes him unable to move his hands even if he wanted to. The heavy weight of him laying on top of his body. The mouth on his throat, his collarbone, biting across his skin and leaving mark after mark. Wei Wuxian's eyes flutter closed, mouth dropping open and he sinks into the pleasure entirely.
And then there is a hand on his cock, so pleasant as fingers wrap around his arousal and he feels the rub of Lan Wangji's against him. There is the softest whine, an arch of his back and Wei Wuxian just wants more of this. More of Lan Wangji and his intimate touches and perfect bites.
So, if Lan Wangji is trying to get him to moan and pant and beg so sweetly, he succeeds. There's a soft gasp as his cock is stroked and a whine before he's breathing out over and over, moaning softly as the pace of Lan Wangji's hand picks up. He doesn't try to tug his arms free either, finger curled into his palms as he rocks his hips up into Lan Wangji's grip. ]
Nngh... husband, please...!
[ Though, he's not entirely sure what he's begging for. He just wants more. ]
[ How ever will he live from now on without hearing all these little noises, without tasting the hint of saltiness upon his skin? Wei Ying pants and moans and croons and begs for more and Lan Wangji is positive that if his beautifully loud-mouthed husband keeps it up, he could easily come just from listening to it and stroking them in unison like this.
But it doesn't seem like it would be enough this time, he craves something more, something like— ]
Wei Ying, there is something we have not yet completed.
[ A pause lingers as he mouths against Wei Wuxian's jaw, the strokes he is giving to their cocks become more lax as he gets out his statement. ]
The last marriage right. Consummation.
[ It hadn't mattered to the two of them, not only because this was a 'fake' and 'platonic' marriage but also, because they were two men. Consummation was always the act to fully seal a union when it came to the politics of inter-clan marriages, evidence sought for copulation without protection that could potentially secure an heir— and well, they didn't need to worry about that, did they?
It's why it was never brought up, there was no need, and their marriage wasn't physical. But now that they lie against one another naked and touching each other's cocks, it has sort of become that way, hasn't it, and Lan Wangji for one kind of hopes that it can stay that way, that maybe if he shows Wei Ying how pleasurable it can be, then maybe his husband will actually be open to being claimed and taken in their marriage bed, every night.
And if not, if they only did it this once, at least they can claim with certainty that their marriage is a true one, with following all of the usual regulations. Right? ]
[ There is no reason why Lan Wangji's words should be so hot, yet his cock jumps at the word consummation and he looks at him, a little wide-eyed, flushed and eager. It's true that before tonight, that wasn't on his mind. Anytime he touched himself... well, no, he did think of Lan Wangji during those times but not in this context. Not in the idea of consummating their marriage, not when it'd all been for show beforehand. (Or still is? Except now they're adding to it, giving themselves more to... indulge in.)
His back arches, toes curling, cock pressing up into Lan Wangji's slow strokes and he whimpers. He's played with his hole before when he's masturbated but he's never had anything inside him. Now, the thought laid before him, he feels impossibly empty and wants to feel Lan Wangji in him, fucking him, filling him with his seed. It's all so erotic that Wei Wuxian gives a shiver and breathes out heavily. ]
Please. Lan Zhan — husband. Please. Fuck me. I'll do anything you want, I'll make you feel so good. [ He babbles a little, overwhelmed, cock leaking pre against Lan Wangji's hand. ] I've never — you'd be my first.
[ Which, duh, he already knows that but Wei Wuxian is a little worked up at the idea of it. Pupils blown, cock hard, face flushed, he just wants. Lan Wangji's already been his first kiss, his first handjob, his first everything so far. Now he wants him as his first time. ]
[ Even though he already knows it would be Wei Wuxian's first time— today was even his first kiss after all— there is something so pleasing, so satisfying to hear it in direct words that Lan Wangji would be the first person to fuck him. The only person to ever do it, if he has his way.
He answers it with another intense kiss, tongue ravishing the mouth below it before he pulls away and sits up, leaning over Wei Wuxian to reach for one of the small containers displayed upon a shelf above the head of their bed.
They had had a good giggle over it yesterday— well, Wei Ying had giggled while Lan Wangji said unnecessary, frivolous, and a whole host of other adjectives, commenting on how well stocked guest quarters were on items which could prove useful for the more... intimate moments of married life, neither of them truly paying any serious attention to it until now, in this moment. Bless whatever poor servant was tasked with providing them. ]
How does Wei Ying wish to be taken? On his stomach.. on his back?
[ Lan Wangji isn't the only one feeling unbearably committed to each other. If Wei Wuxian has his way as well, Lan Wangji would be the only man to ever touch him like this. The only one who will give him the pleasure he craves, the only one who will tend to him. So, as that kiss ravishes his mouth, Wei Wuxian can only moan helplessly and hungrily as he clutches Lan Wangji.
It's ironic though, that they've ended up using the supplies that brought such humor the day before. Though, admittedly, Wei Wuxian laughed and laughed about it and also thought — wouldn't it be nice? To have intimacy like that with Lan Wangji? He didn't expect his wish to be granted so soon. ]
On my back, I want to face Lan Zhan. I want to kiss him.
[ He theorizes that it'd probably be easier to do this if he was on his stomach, ass in the air and on offer for Lan Wangji but that's fine for another time. When they're back home and Lan Wangji can nail him to the bed while he moans and cries and screams. For their first time? Wei Wuxian wants to be kissed and fucked and wants his moans lost to the space between the two of them. ]
[ Just for that answer, Lan Wangji leans down and gives him another kiss. Can they keep doing this forever? The kissing? That is what married couples do after all, and they are married, are they not?
He wants this to feel good, to be pleasurable. It's selfish in it's own way, but if Wei Wuxian comes out of it completely sated and content, aren't the odds high of him wanting to do it again? And again and again and again—
Lan Wangji uses one of his legs to nudge out one of Wei Wuxian's, further parting them to leave him wide open, vulnerable, exposed as his hands are busy opening up the oil. He even has the nerve to sit up and look down there as he does it, glancing back at Wei Wuxian with a dark, unknown look, one he will recognize later in the future to be one of barely-kempt desire.
He is leaning back down soon after and kissing once more, Wei Ying said he wanted kisses after all. An arm rests on the bed besides his husband's head to keep him sturdy, upright, as his other hand is doing... something.. and without much of a warning Lan Wangji is bringing their tongues together once more, kissing Wei Wuxian through it as well-oiled fingers and feeling their way down below and between his legs, rubbing over his hole once their find it. ]
[ There is something so embarrassingly vulnerable about having Lan Wangji look at his hole and when Wei Wuxian watches him look down before back up, expression unreadable, his heart jumps in his throat. He's not... turned off, is he? He knows he's clean, but what if something about this is too much for Lan Wangji now? The idea of two men together, so intimate like this, is it going too far?
That line of questioning is cut off immediately as Lan Wangji leans in to kiss him instead and Wei Wuxian needs the comfort of it, needs to feel secure again in what they're doing. So he surges upwards as Lan Wangji kisses him, his arms going around Lan Wangji's neck now that they're free and letting his mouth fall open, his tongue sliding against Lan Wangji's as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
Then there's the warm touch of something wet against his hole and instinctively, he pulls back before Lan Wangji is pulling off from the kiss, telling him to relax. He swallows and bites his lip, eyes flicking upwards to meet Lan Wangji's before looking away, shyness overtaking him for a moment before he nods and lets Lan Wangji continue to press at his hole. It's an odd sensation, makes him squirm a little as he feels the oil against his rim and then the finger pressing inside of him. And he's going to take Lan Wangji's cock? Is he out of his mind?
But he wants it. He wants it, he wants it, he wants it. He wants so desperately for Lan Wangji to fuck him, to make him feel good. So, he relaxes under his touch and breathes out slowly, pulling Lan Wangji back in to continue kissing. ]
[ Lan Wangji tells Wei Wuxian to relax and he does, but there is still some apprehension there, a little sense of trepidation over what is about to happen. So he does his best to keep him focused on the kissing as he slowly presses a finger in, pushing a little against the resistance felt as he then begins to pull it out. Then in.
Soon enough he is moving to add a second a finger, and once again he notices a little squirm, a fleeting moment of what he interprets as panic, which Lan Wangji then internalizes as apprehension of his own. What if it is uncomfortable, or it hurts? What if Wei Ying decides he doesn't like it— decides that when it comes to intimacy he really does only like women after all? And if that happens he probably won't even kiss him anymore, to reduce the risk of them getting worked up like this..
Lan Wangji breaks from the kiss as his fingers also retreat, and then he's moving silently, down the bed, away. He doesn't want to talk about it, he only needs to rectify it. He may be inexperienced, but he is also a man. He has an idea of what things would feel good— warmth, wetness to ease the friction— and with that in mind he settles there between Wei Wuxian's legs, fingers gently angling his cock in such a way that brings the head before his mouth, letting it push past his lips to rest upon his tongue, and then brings back a freshly coated, oiled up finger to press back into him. ]
[ Wei Wuxian doesn't know what's going on in Lan Wangji's head as they kiss, as his body shivers and squeezes around the fingers in his hole. He doesn't realize he's sensing trepidation from Wei Wuxian when really, it's just adjustment. The kissing is helping, helping him relax, helping his body feel at ease and he just tries to let go and not tense up as Lan Wangji touches him so earnestly.
But then Lan Wangji is pulling away from his mouth and moving down his body. Wei Wuxian makes a confused noise and sits up on his elbows, watching as Lan Wangji settles between his legs and oh. Oh. He swallows, hard, and watches as his cock slips between Lan Wangji's lips, as the man begins to suck and mouth on him while his fingers touch at his hole and Wei Wuxian lets out a punched out groan, lifting a hand to cover his face with his fingers. Oh god, oh god, oh god. ]
L-Lan Zhan...!
[ He never in a million years thought that he'd ever get this treatment from Lan Wangji. The idea of him sucking his cock is... it's so outlandish and so beyond what a Lan should do, but here he is, doing exactly that. It feels illicit, like the first time Lan Wangji brought him Emperor's Smile in Cloud Recesses. But ten times more illicit than that. He moans, helpless, and falls back against the bed again. His hands cover his face, skin flushed pink with desire.
His hole is definitely relaxed now, easy for Lan Wangji to press two fingers inside of him and continue the stretch. ]
[ That's better. His fingers slip in, stretching out to open him up as the noise spilling from Wei Wuxian's mouth only inspires him to keep going, as he experimentally lets his tongue swirl over the head of the cock in his mouth.
Then Wei Ying calls out his name, and in this newfound confidence it would seem he also found the inspiration to be a bit of a brat as his mouth opens, letting his cock slide out of it with an illicitly wet sound as he answers, fingers still working inside him. ]
[ There is distress in his reaction as Lan Wangji pulls off his cock, as he teases him. He whines, helpless and overwhelmed and pushes up to his elbows to look down at Lan Wangji. He looks disheveled, a mess, with the ribbon in his hair askew and knocking his ponytail out of place while his bangs fall messily into his face.
Around Lan Wangji's fingers, he squeezes. ]
You're a menace! [ He groans then, eyes fluttering closed as he pushes back on those fingers. ] Just... keep... keep touching me, okay?
[ He'll absolutely die if Lan Wangji stops touching him, mouth or fingers. ]
[ 'Mn' indeed.. interpret that as you will. Lan Wangji almost has the showings of what could be considered a smirk on his face now that the apprehension from before seems to have dissipated, and he even stretches his two fingers a little, pushes them in a little deeper as he watches Wei Wuxian's expression.
But he can also play nice, and he really does hold the desire to grant his Wei Ying anything he wants for, so he takes him back into his mouth, jaw falling slack as he bobs his head a little to take in more, becoming a little more coordinated with it as his fingers work to open him up. It's still not enough he thinks to himself, Wei Ying's body so new to this and tight that there is resistance even with the two, so as his fingers pull out and glide back in he adds a third to push past the rim, to keep him thoroughly full and hopefully to relax around them, and ready him to take something more.. weighty ]
[ The overstimulation is far too much. He's never had this much attention to his cock before, let alone his hole, and the combination of the two has him writhing on the bed, toes curled and eyes closed as he pants heavily. He can't stop as he keeps gasping out — ]
L-Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan... ahh... Lan Zhan, please... mmm...
[ Just soft, pleading cries of his name, over and over, unable to keep quiet. At the third finger, he whimpers so helplessly, so wantonly, hands clutching the pillow under his head as a full body shiver runs through him. He's lost in a sea of pleasure at this point, drowning as wave after wave crashes over him and pulls him under. They haven't even gotten to the main event yet but he feels himself overwhelmed and happy, so, so, blissfully happy. ]
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And so, he kisses. Brings his free hand up to cradle Wei Ying's jaw, to keep it steady as his eyes flutter closed, and he kisses. Steps closer when spurred on by the foot wrapped around his own, presses the length of their bodies together once again, and he kisses. Kisses. It feels so wonderful and he doesn't wish to stop, wouldn't it wonderful to do this all night, to do it every day, to be wrapped up in each other's arms and each other's tongues, like this?
But soon the kissing becomes a little needier, a frantic mixture of lips and teeth and tongue, and as Wei Wuxian moans against his mouth it sends a wave of arousal right into his cock and at that he draws back. He needs to say something, this time. He has to. ]
Wei Ying— [ It is quiet, words fragmented by heavy breaths. ] —We should stop. If we do not, it is going to be become difficult later. To stop— to not touch you. Like before. More.
[ To not take you to bed. You understand the meaning, right? ]
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It's exhilarating, to know that Lan Wangji wants to sleep with him as much as he wants to sleep with Lan Wangji. There are still... feelings here that he's unsure of but the press of their bodies, the way Lan Wangji looks at him, it's all clear to him that the other man wants him. Even his words, to not touch you has Wei Wuxian's heart beating just that much faster. Fuck. He wants him, he wants him so badly.
His fingers curl into his palms before stretching out but he doesn't dislodge Lan Wangji's hand. He likes this, being pinned. He didn't know it was something he'd like until it happened though but right now, he's very much into it. He bites his bottom lip, arching up into Lan Wangji and tries to think but his thoughts are just a mess of want and need. ]
Is that a bad thing?
[ Voice gone breathy and soft, face flushed, eyes half-lidded. He looks the picture of temptation right now. ]
What if I want you to touch me?
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Wei Ying wants this, he finally realises. Wants to be touched, to be kissed, to perhaps take it even further than they did earlier.
It still isn't a conversation, but it is at least confirmation, permission that this, whatever it is, is okay for them to do. It's a relief off his shoulders honestly, worried deep down that Wei Ying was simply going along with it, that there would be a line crossed and even if he were to smile and say it's alright, it wouldn't be, not really.
But this... ]
Then, I should endeavor to make sure my husband is pleased. Satisfied.
[ Decision made, Lan Wangji lets go of the wrists held by his hand only for that arm to swoop down and behind Wei Wuxian's thighs instead, lifting him up one-handed rather effortlessly as he marches them over to their shared bed as he then drops his husband down onto it, immediately crawling on himself to hover above him, to lean in and begin kissing once again but like this, letting his body weight press against Wei Ying below him, is already ten times better than it had been before. ]
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Then he's on the bed, then Lan Wangji is on him and there's little time for thought after that. Lan Wangji is kissing him and Wei Wuxian moans into it, his arms wrapping around Lan Wangji's neck while his legs automatically splay open, as if on offer for Lan Wangji. He doesn't keep himself quiet this time either, letting out soft little whimpers of pleasure with the swipe of their tongues, with every soft bite against his lips. He squirms underneath Lan Wangji, wanting more, needing more, and already overwhelmed by what he's getting.
One of his legs goes and hooks around Lan Wangji's waist, pulling him even more flush against him. It's then that it's obvious that Wei Wuxian is hard already, his arousal pressing up into Lan Wangji's hip as their bodies press together. Aching, needy, he just moans again at the press. ]
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This is just as before, tongues in each other's mouths as they both become hard with such speed that it is too alluring to be embarrassing, but this time there is no need to worry about walked in on, not if the servants value their lives. No need to worry about sounds as much, what is or isn't allowed, and without the uncertainly hanging over his head that Wei Wuxian was going to come to his senses and plead for him to stop at any moment, he is free to fully commit to it— to chase those good feelings, to make Wei Wuxian feel just as good in return, to touch and taste and watch as he unravels and submits himself to Lan Wangji's mouth, his hands, his cock.
The need for skin-on-skin grows stronger, so while his mouth focuses on the kissing, interspersing between nips and sucks to Wei Wuxian's lips, his hands work on untying the loosely-applied belt from earlier, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor as he can then unravel the layers of robes and free the warm body within, allowing a firm touch to lay claim to the warm, smooth skin of the torse found beneath. ]
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But Lan Wangji is pulling his robes apart and Wei Wuxian does not fight him. In fact, he helps him along, his hands tugging at the fabric to pull it apart and slipping his arms out of his sleeves. It leaves his robes in a mess underneath him, his pants still tied at his waist and his erection obvious behind the fabric. He even takes the time to lift his hips, pushing his pants off and shimmying them down over his thighs before kicking them off completely. It leaves him nude under Lan Wangji, laying in the pile of his robes afterwards.
Then he continues to kiss Lan Wangji. His hands clutch at the front of the other man's robes and tug him in even closer, letting go as his arms slide back around his neck and hold him tight as he kisses up into his mouth. Tongue and teeth and open mouthed desire. Wei Wuxian moans again, and again, and again. Helpless to the touch of Lan Wangji. He doesn't stifle his noises either. Anyone who passes by their room, servant or cultivator alike, will know exactly what is happening in there. This time though, it's their own private room and they're a married couple, aren't they? No one can judge them. ]
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He begins to strip himself at a hurried pace, his sash easily tugged and coming loose as he sits up to slip his arms out of the layers of robes. Once they are off he shuffles sideways on the bed, enough to sort of take a seat and slide his own trousers off, his own erection springing free to rest upright against his belly before he is soon back and making a home for himself between Wei Wuxian's legs, coming back to kiss him once more, first on his mouth and then further down on his neck, as his teeth graze over a pulse point. He wants to bite it so badly, to leave a huge, bruising mark there, one that would let everyone at this conference know who left it there and why—
With that last thought he gives in, teeth claiming skin to certainly leave a mark, high enough that no robe collar is going to be able to cover it. His hands reach out for Wei Ying's as he does it, securing them with his own, intertwining fingers in a silent apology at the expected hiss, and once content he keeps his lips right there, to soothe, and to kiss. ]
Unbelievable, that they question my affections towards you.
[ Now there surely won't be any doubts, not when anyone passing the room is certain to hear the sounds from within, not when the maids outside are surely gossiping over how dishelved they looked before locking themselves away, not when tomorrow Wei Wuxian will be spotted with quite obvious imprints to his skin. ]
As if Wei Ying, as a husband, could be found to be lacking in some way. Ridiculous.
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He wonders idly if Lan Wangji will let him suck his cock eventually. He will, right? He has to. It's so big... Wei Wuxian wants nothing more than to take it within his mouth.
But then Lan Wangji is on him, their bodies touching, Wei Wuxian moans. He wants more, wants everything, and it's just so satisfying to feel. He's lost in the pleasure when suddenly there's a sharp pain from the bite that Lan Wangji places upon his throat. He hisses sharply, feeling hands in his own and curling fingers back together with Lan Wangji. The softest of whines follow, eyes fluttering closed as Lan Wangji licks at the bite mark.
There's not going to be any hiding that. Everyone will see it. He's already got a laugh building in his throat at the idea of Jiang Cheng's face when he sees Lan Wangji's claiming bite on his throat. Then there's his words and while Wei Wuxian knows Lan Wangji means it platonically, his heart still swells as if it's not. Lan Wangji's affections towards him... Lan Wangji not finding him lacking... he laughs, a little breathless, and squeezes his fingers back. ]
Er-gege, you should leave as many bites as you want. Mark me up as much as you can. No one will ever doubt your affection again.
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Lan Wangji cannot help but acknowledge that Wei Wuxian isn't shying away from it, isn't simply going with the flow or putting up with it, and is instead encouraging him to do more. He isn't certain why— even if this were just a physical thing surely he doesn't want the reminder of bitemarks and bruises the next day. Oh well, that can be something to dwell upon and pick apart later, for now Lan Wangji is more than happy to follow his husband's instruction, his head moving over to the other side as he marks him again, pushes both of his arms together to hold them down with an iron grip in one of his own, and now that his other hand is free it trails downwards between them as he keeps himself busy with teeth latched on to a collarbone, fingers spreading out to wrap around Wei Wuxian's cock once more, this time trapped it between the grip of his hand and his own arousal. He wants to hear it again— that same panting and gasping as before that became literal music to his ears. ]
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And then there is a hand on his cock, so pleasant as fingers wrap around his arousal and he feels the rub of Lan Wangji's against him. There is the softest whine, an arch of his back and Wei Wuxian just wants more of this. More of Lan Wangji and his intimate touches and perfect bites.
So, if Lan Wangji is trying to get him to moan and pant and beg so sweetly, he succeeds. There's a soft gasp as his cock is stroked and a whine before he's breathing out over and over, moaning softly as the pace of Lan Wangji's hand picks up. He doesn't try to tug his arms free either, finger curled into his palms as he rocks his hips up into Lan Wangji's grip. ]
Nngh... husband, please...!
[ Though, he's not entirely sure what he's begging for. He just wants more. ]
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But it doesn't seem like it would be enough this time, he craves something more, something like— ]
Wei Ying, there is something we have not yet completed.
[ A pause lingers as he mouths against Wei Wuxian's jaw, the strokes he is giving to their cocks become more lax as he gets out his statement. ]
The last marriage right. Consummation.
[ It hadn't mattered to the two of them, not only because this was a 'fake' and 'platonic' marriage but also, because they were two men. Consummation was always the act to fully seal a union when it came to the politics of inter-clan marriages, evidence sought for copulation without protection that could potentially secure an heir— and well, they didn't need to worry about that, did they?
It's why it was never brought up, there was no need, and their marriage wasn't physical. But now that they lie against one another naked and touching each other's cocks, it has sort of become that way, hasn't it, and Lan Wangji for one kind of hopes that it can stay that way, that maybe if he shows Wei Ying how pleasurable it can be, then maybe his husband will actually be open to being claimed and taken in their marriage bed, every night.
And if not, if they only did it this once, at least they can claim with certainty that their marriage is a true one, with following all of the usual regulations. Right? ]
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His back arches, toes curling, cock pressing up into Lan Wangji's slow strokes and he whimpers. He's played with his hole before when he's masturbated but he's never had anything inside him. Now, the thought laid before him, he feels impossibly empty and wants to feel Lan Wangji in him, fucking him, filling him with his seed. It's all so erotic that Wei Wuxian gives a shiver and breathes out heavily. ]
Please. Lan Zhan — husband. Please. Fuck me. I'll do anything you want, I'll make you feel so good. [ He babbles a little, overwhelmed, cock leaking pre against Lan Wangji's hand. ] I've never — you'd be my first.
[ Which, duh, he already knows that but Wei Wuxian is a little worked up at the idea of it. Pupils blown, cock hard, face flushed, he just wants. Lan Wangji's already been his first kiss, his first handjob, his first everything so far. Now he wants him as his first time. ]
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He answers it with another intense kiss, tongue ravishing the mouth below it before he pulls away and sits up, leaning over Wei Wuxian to reach for one of the small containers displayed upon a shelf above the head of their bed.
They had had a good giggle over it yesterday— well, Wei Ying had giggled while Lan Wangji said unnecessary, frivolous, and a whole host of other adjectives, commenting on how well stocked guest quarters were on items which could prove useful for the more... intimate moments of married life, neither of them truly paying any serious attention to it until now, in this moment. Bless whatever poor servant was tasked with providing them. ]
How does Wei Ying wish to be taken? On his stomach.. on his back?
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It's ironic though, that they've ended up using the supplies that brought such humor the day before. Though, admittedly, Wei Wuxian laughed and laughed about it and also thought — wouldn't it be nice? To have intimacy like that with Lan Wangji? He didn't expect his wish to be granted so soon. ]
On my back, I want to face Lan Zhan. I want to kiss him.
[ He theorizes that it'd probably be easier to do this if he was on his stomach, ass in the air and on offer for Lan Wangji but that's fine for another time. When they're back home and Lan Wangji can nail him to the bed while he moans and cries and screams. For their first time? Wei Wuxian wants to be kissed and fucked and wants his moans lost to the space between the two of them. ]
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He wants this to feel good, to be pleasurable. It's selfish in it's own way, but if Wei Wuxian comes out of it completely sated and content, aren't the odds high of him wanting to do it again? And again and again and again—
Lan Wangji uses one of his legs to nudge out one of Wei Wuxian's, further parting them to leave him wide open, vulnerable, exposed as his hands are busy opening up the oil. He even has the nerve to sit up and look down there as he does it, glancing back at Wei Wuxian with a dark, unknown look, one he will recognize later in the future to be one of barely-kempt desire.
He is leaning back down soon after and kissing once more, Wei Ying said he wanted kisses after all. An arm rests on the bed besides his husband's head to keep him sturdy, upright, as his other hand is doing... something.. and without much of a warning Lan Wangji is bringing their tongues together once more, kissing Wei Wuxian through it as well-oiled fingers and feeling their way down below and between his legs, rubbing over his hole once their find it. ]
Relax, Wei Ying. I am here.
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That line of questioning is cut off immediately as Lan Wangji leans in to kiss him instead and Wei Wuxian needs the comfort of it, needs to feel secure again in what they're doing. So he surges upwards as Lan Wangji kisses him, his arms going around Lan Wangji's neck now that they're free and letting his mouth fall open, his tongue sliding against Lan Wangji's as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
Then there's the warm touch of something wet against his hole and instinctively, he pulls back before Lan Wangji is pulling off from the kiss, telling him to relax. He swallows and bites his lip, eyes flicking upwards to meet Lan Wangji's before looking away, shyness overtaking him for a moment before he nods and lets Lan Wangji continue to press at his hole. It's an odd sensation, makes him squirm a little as he feels the oil against his rim and then the finger pressing inside of him. And he's going to take Lan Wangji's cock? Is he out of his mind?
But he wants it. He wants it, he wants it, he wants it. He wants so desperately for Lan Wangji to fuck him, to make him feel good. So, he relaxes under his touch and breathes out slowly, pulling Lan Wangji back in to continue kissing. ]
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Soon enough he is moving to add a second a finger, and once again he notices a little squirm, a fleeting moment of what he interprets as panic, which Lan Wangji then internalizes as apprehension of his own. What if it is uncomfortable, or it hurts? What if Wei Ying decides he doesn't like it— decides that when it comes to intimacy he really does only like women after all? And if that happens he probably won't even kiss him anymore, to reduce the risk of them getting worked up like this..
Lan Wangji breaks from the kiss as his fingers also retreat, and then he's moving silently, down the bed, away. He doesn't want to talk about it, he only needs to rectify it. He may be inexperienced, but he is also a man. He has an idea of what things would feel good— warmth, wetness to ease the friction— and with that in mind he settles there between Wei Wuxian's legs, fingers gently angling his cock in such a way that brings the head before his mouth, letting it push past his lips to rest upon his tongue, and then brings back a freshly coated, oiled up finger to press back into him. ]
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But then Lan Wangji is pulling away from his mouth and moving down his body. Wei Wuxian makes a confused noise and sits up on his elbows, watching as Lan Wangji settles between his legs and oh. Oh. He swallows, hard, and watches as his cock slips between Lan Wangji's lips, as the man begins to suck and mouth on him while his fingers touch at his hole and Wei Wuxian lets out a punched out groan, lifting a hand to cover his face with his fingers. Oh god, oh god, oh god. ]
L-Lan Zhan...!
[ He never in a million years thought that he'd ever get this treatment from Lan Wangji. The idea of him sucking his cock is... it's so outlandish and so beyond what a Lan should do, but here he is, doing exactly that. It feels illicit, like the first time Lan Wangji brought him Emperor's Smile in Cloud Recesses. But ten times more illicit than that. He moans, helpless, and falls back against the bed again. His hands cover his face, skin flushed pink with desire.
His hole is definitely relaxed now, easy for Lan Wangji to press two fingers inside of him and continue the stretch. ]
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Then Wei Ying calls out his name, and in this newfound confidence it would seem he also found the inspiration to be a bit of a brat as his mouth opens, letting his cock slide out of it with an illicitly wet sound as he answers, fingers still working inside him. ]
Yes, Wei Ying? Did you need something?
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Around Lan Wangji's fingers, he squeezes. ]
You're a menace! [ He groans then, eyes fluttering closed as he pushes back on those fingers. ] Just... keep... keep touching me, okay?
[ He'll absolutely die if Lan Wangji stops touching him, mouth or fingers. ]
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[ 'Mn' indeed.. interpret that as you will. Lan Wangji almost has the showings of what could be considered a smirk on his face now that the apprehension from before seems to have dissipated, and he even stretches his two fingers a little, pushes them in a little deeper as he watches Wei Wuxian's expression.
But he can also play nice, and he really does hold the desire to grant his Wei Ying anything he wants for, so he takes him back into his mouth, jaw falling slack as he bobs his head a little to take in more, becoming a little more coordinated with it as his fingers work to open him up. It's still not enough he thinks to himself, Wei Ying's body so new to this and tight that there is resistance even with the two, so as his fingers pull out and glide back in he adds a third to push past the rim, to keep him thoroughly full and hopefully to relax around them, and ready him to take something more.. weighty ]
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L-Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan... ahh... Lan Zhan, please... mmm...
[ Just soft, pleading cries of his name, over and over, unable to keep quiet. At the third finger, he whimpers so helplessly, so wantonly, hands clutching the pillow under his head as a full body shiver runs through him. He's lost in a sea of pleasure at this point, drowning as wave after wave crashes over him and pulls him under. They haven't even gotten to the main event yet but he feels himself overwhelmed and happy, so, so, blissfully happy. ]