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[ He can tell that Wei Wuxian is struggling to put his thoughts into words. At least he doesn't seem too upset over it, and with what he has managed to say it doesn't seem that any confusion is directed at Lan Wangji himself. He doesn't know what he would do if Wei Ying were laugh it off as if it were nothing, or to actually complain about a ruined first kiss, and he honestly isn't sure which out of the two would be worse.

Lan Wangji was perfectly happy to not say a word other than neccessary, to keep his own feelings hidden and unknown. But to see his husband ( husband! ) continue to struggle to explain, he is overcome with the urge to help, to ease that pain and share his own thoughts. He raises a hand to settle upon Wei Wuxian's arm, giving it a light squeeze to gain his attention before he speaks, tentatively, hesitantly. ]

This.. was also my first.

[ He may as well be truthful about it, right? But until with Wei Ying, he does not think this will come as a surprise to anyone. ]

I do not regret it.. only that the memories of a first kiss will be forever intertwined with the sound of Sect Leader Yao grating my ears.

[ Let us focus on who is truly at fault here, the reason for any uncomfortableness felt. ]

[ When Lan Wangji settles a hand on his arm, Wei Wuxian looks back up to him, meets his eyes. No, he is not surprised when he hears it was Lan Wangji's first kiss, but he also does feel a twist of guilt at letting Sect Leader Yao bait him, at allowing that kiss to be their first kiss. For both of them. It was a good kiss though and one he would gladly repeat at another time but maybe... without Sect Leader Yao around to bully them into it?

So, he laughs a little at Lan Wangji's joke, smile spreading across his face and softening his features. He looks less nervous now, less flustered, though his cheeks are still pink.

And then when he speaks, it's the first thing that came to his mind and perhaps, not the wisest thing. ]

We should do it again.

[ —Ah? Wait. Shit. ]

I — I mean. As practice? In case this comes up again? And — ah, to make it a better memory.

[ Scrambling slightly to find better justification over suggesting to kiss again other than Wei Wuxian's pure desire just to kiss Lan Wangji all over again. Which, honestly, that's all it is. That's all he really wants. ]

—Yes.

[ Wait. Oh no. That response came far too fast. Despite the calm exterior his mind is still replying the kiss over and over again, committing every last moment of it to memory, so when Wei Wuxian suggests they do it again, of course his mouth says yes before his brain even catches up and realises.

Thankfully though, his beautiful, brilliant Wei Ying has come up with the perfect excuse. ]

If we repeat it now, that could count as the first in its stead. One that is not born out of coercion. Not instigated by outsiders.

[ You cannot replace a first kiss, that is literally the whole point of calling it a first, but if it means kissing Wei Ying again then he is going to try, to rally behind this flimsy excuse in order to align his own selfish with the pretense that it is for their mutual benefit, to make the memory a better one and Yao-free.

He reaches up, takes one of Wei Wuxian's hands into his own and leads them out of the room in a quickened pace, to a nearby room or a balcony, whatever they come across first that can lend them the privacy sought. ]

[ Ah, he isn't sure what he was expecting but he was nervously anticipating some rejection. Just a little bit. Just a dash. But it doesn't come and instead Lan Wangji is telling him yes and the pure relief that fills Wei Wuxian at the commitment makes him relax. It's still an excuse, a flimsy one really, but Lan Wangji seems to agree with the logic — making it a better, clearer memory for them both. One where they did it willingly, not because of Sect Leader Yao or any other burdensome individual.

(Of course, there's the thought of why. Why is it so important for the memory of their first kiss to be a good one? That is something Wei Wuxian is not going to answer.)

When his hand is taken, he slips his fingers between Lan Wangji's and holds on as he's ferried out of the room. There's a few glances their way and his eyes do meet a scowling Jiang Cheng's, which he just responds to with a sheepish grin, before they are out of the room and off to find some sort of privacy.

It's a room nearby, clearly something of a storage space. Probably just used by servants. But the door is unlocked and they are able to slip inside quickly without any disturbances. The room is covered in a thin layer of dust so Wei Wuxian doubts they'll be disturbed anytime soon and thus it is perfect for what they need. To return to their bedroom would take too long, be too much of a trip, lose the window of time to call this kiss a first, so this works for their needs.

The moment Lan Wangji turns to face him, the moment the door is closed and they are alone, Wei Wuxian pulls his hand free so he can wrap his arms around Lan Wangji's neck and surge forward to kiss him. He wastes no time in getting his mouth against his husband's, pressing lips against lips and moving them against his as he finds the perfect rhythm again, getting to that space that they were before they were interrupted by Sect Leader Yao.

Warm breath exchanged, heart hammering in his chest, Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and sinks into the kiss. It's still so new, so fresh, and a little more chaste because of inexperience, but it's still a kiss and Wei Wuxian is so, so, so happy to receive it. ]

[ Lan Wangji closes the door behind them as he swallows thickly, his throat dry and heartbeat kicking up a storm within his chest as he anticipates what is to come. A re-do of their first kiss— that's all this is— it makes sense when explained logically.

( Does it though? Part of him cannot believe Wei Ying even agreed to it, this thinly veiled excuse being paraded about just so he can feel those soft lips against his once more. )

He has a plan. A kiss, just one, he tells himself as he moves to turn around. One to replace the first, similar in length. A kiss that is chaste and sweet and nothing else, for no matter how much he longs for anything but, to kiss Wei Ying until he is a breathless mess, to taste his mouth with his tongue as his hands grasp their way over warmed skin, he can't, cannot let his true feelings be known for ruining this— their friendship, their marriage, everything— entirely.

Lan Wangji lets out a noise of muffled shock as he makes those final steps to face Wei Ying, only to be accosted by him, to have arms wrapped around him and lips against his own. He had a plan? What plan? It is too easy, too natural as his eyes flutter closed once more and his arms move on their own to wrap around Wei Wuxian's back, lightly at first but soon moving to a tight embrace as he sighs into the kiss, Any thought of a singular, chaste thing dispersed as he tilts his head, parts his lips, anything that can help him feel it even more. ]

[ Wei Wuxian does not have a plan for this. He does not know whether to keep the kiss light and chaste or devour Lan Wangji fully. He does not have an explanation for any of this beyond a flimsy excuse of practice and making a good memory. The boundary between them and the truth of his feelings is so thin right now, easy to be popped, so close to being shown just how pathetically in love with his husband he is. But even with the risk of all this, he can't bear to pull away from Lan Wangji.

So, they kiss. A soft sigh pressed into his mouth, head tilted, kiss deepened. He feels Lan Wangji part his lips and his own do the same, tentative as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth and touch against Lan Wangji's. A shiver runs through him as the kiss deepens. As they make out, right here in this little room. His arms tighten around Lan Wangji's neck and the kiss grows a little hotter, wetter.

Tongues move against each other, hot breath exchanged, eyes closed. It all feels so good. Wei Wuxian can't even help it as he lets out the softest moan into the kiss, the pleasure building inside of him as he gets to kiss his soulmate finally, finally, finally. He feels like he might melt with how good it feels, to kiss Lan Wangji of all people, to finally have something he's dreamed of for ages.

So, yeah, there is no pulling back. No breaking the kiss. No slowing down. He kisses Lan Wangji with everything he's got, pouring just how much he wants him into it, until he's lost in the haze and nothing exists beyond their point of connection, lips to lips. ]

[ Short and stuttered breaths intertwine as they come up for air, only to delve back in. It's perfect, everything is perfect. As the kiss continues on the hesitation and markings of inexperience ebb away, both of them adept learners after all, and Lan Wangji can only revel in it, exploring the wet heat of Wei Wuxian's mouth and the taste of his tongue with his own, the slight sounds of agreement he makes and the curling of his fingertips against his skin overwhelming his senses.

Suddenly not even this feels enough, he needs to be closer and to feel more and with a firm grip placed on Wei Wuxian's hips he is spinning them around, not breaking the kiss as he backs his husband against the door, doesn't stop stepping forward until he cannot possibly be any closer, leaning against the other man with his taller, larger frame as hands come up to hold Wei Wuxian's head, trapping him there as he kisses intensely. ]

[ Oh, that's —

Well, if anything it tells him that Lan Wangji is enjoying this as much as he is. This kiss is perfect, the taste of him is perfect, Wei Wuxian can't help the tiny little pleading noises that spill from his throat as he's kissed and kissed and kissed some more. His arms clutch Lan Wangji tighter, fingers clutching the back of his robes, his shoulder as he lets Lan Wangji absolutely devour him.

Then he's being turned, being pushed up against the door and the full length of Lan Wangji's body is against his own. The pleading noises turn to a full on moan into Lan Wangji's mouth and he doesn't even hesitate before hooking a leg around Lan Wangji's waist and dragging him in closer, between his spread legs. Chest to chest, hips to hips, they're absolutely consuming each other and this is all Wei Wuxian wanted. All he wanted.

Eventually the kiss does break, Wei Wuxian's need for air too great. His lips are red and kiss swollen, his face flushed, his eyes closed. Voice sounding absolutely wrecked, he mumbles out — ]

Lan Zhan.

[ Just the most pleased tone of Lan Wangji's name before he drags him back in for more kissing. Deep, wanton, a little desperate. He kisses him like he wants nothing more in the world than to kiss him, for as long as humanly possible. ]

[ Oh this is wonderful, they should do this forever. They are married after all, both making it quite clear they do not intend to pursue any other despite their... unique... arrangement, so... would it be a bad thing? If they kissed now and then? Wei Ying might not love him in the same way but there is affection there, and as this make-out session is proving he seems to enjoy being kissed so... perhaps, they could?

And then there is the slightest bit of friction to their movements and his body chases after it, hips rocking forward to bring their bodies together and that is when he breaks away, wide-eyed and hovering barely an inch from Wei Wuxian's face as he realises that they are beginning to take this a little too far. ]

Wei Ying, I—

[ His mouth hangs open for a moment, then promptly clamping shut. He.. what? What can he say? Instead he waits for his Wei Ying to speak, searching his eyes for a hint to what his husband must be thinking, then letting his gaze drop to those reddened, puffy lips... ]

[ Would it be so bad? Hilariously enough, Wei Wuxian's thoughts are circling the same theme. They're married, they're not going to ever be with anyone else, so... why not? Why not kiss once in a while? It's healthy, right? To do these sort of things and while Wei Wuxian wasn't sure of Lan Wangji's ability to have urges like this before, this kiss has promptly shown him that Lan Wangji isn't a eunuch.

Especially when their hips come together and the arousal he's beginning to sport drags against Lan Wangji's own. That pulls a groan from deep inside of him, never having been touched like this before and not wanting to stop now that he's started. He's only ever masturbated and while he enjoys doing that, his thoughts immediately fill with the idea of what else they could be doing and oh, that's a dangerous road to follow.

Lan Wangji pulls away from him, looking wide-eyed and flustered, so close to his face. He's clearly at a loss for words and needs some sort of direction and Wei Wuxian wants to laugh because what the hell, he doesn't know what they're doing either. But a part of him... ]

Hanguang-Jun. [ Direct, authoritative. ] You're a married man.

[ A pause and then — ]

Kiss your wife.

[ And he isn't going to wait for Lan Wangji to initiate the kiss again before his hands drag Lan Wangji back in, his face surging forward to latch their lips against each other again. They can... think about consequences later. About what this means. Make up an excuse to do it more. He doesn't know about feelings, about what this means for what's between them, he's still pretty sure they're just... friends, just soulmates. But they both clearly want to kiss each other some more and what's so wrong with a married couple kissing?

... Or more.

Oh god, don't think about the more, Wei Wuxian. ]

[ You know what, he is a married man. And what are all good married men supposed to do? Take their spouses wants and needs into consideration.

Wei Ying requests— no, directs— that he be kissed again and Lan Wangji doesn't think twice about opposing it, a soft look taking over his features as he dips his head back down to take his husband's lips in his once more. Better not to think of the consequences that will come over, it is fine, this is all fine. Probably.

So they kiss, and they kiss, and soon enough his hands begin to wander. Tracing over the delicate features of his neck, feeling Wei Ying's heartbeat hammering while over a pulse point. Letting his hand roam down over smooth, slim but toned arms before once again settling on his waist, gripping his hip bone and he attempts to pull the other man even closer, letting their bodies be properly flush against each other once more because it really did feel good. Then, he becomes a little braver, more daring, breaking off from the kiss for need of air but instead letting his lips cross to the corner of Wei Ying's mouth, giving it a light kiss before his own moves down across his jaw, running kisses over it in the same places his fingers had just been. ]

[ The consequences. Yeah, there will be consequences, they'll have to think about this, what it means for them, what they're looking to get out of it. Just because they're kissing doesn't mean that Lan Wangji's feelings for him are anything more than something you feel for a friend, a soulmate. This is different, this is bodily desire, not romantic intent.

Hands drag over his body, making him shiver. Lan Wangji has touched him plenty of times but never like this and suddenly, Wei Wuxian doesn't know why he hasn't. It feels much too good. The leg hooked around Lan Wangji's waist tightens as he pulls their hips flush together. He can feel it, their shared arousal, and he doesn't mind it at all, he thinks.

He's not expecting the kiss to break, panting softly and eyes opening as it does and then Lan Wangji's mouth is on the corner of his, on his jaw, down to his throat and Wei Wuxian makes a helpless, whimpering noise of want. Oh, no one's ever kissed his throat before either, this is so... so nice. His hands move from clutching Lan Wangji's shoulders, one resting against the back of his head to almost... keep Lan Wangji there, right there. The other curls fingers into the front of his robes, just holding onto him.

Unable to stop himself, he babbles just a bit — ]

Mm, yeah... ah... ha... Lan Zhan, your mouth feels so good...

[ Let's hope no one is listening at the door. ]

[ It comes as a pleasant surprise once he realises that Wei Wuxian really isn't intending to stop him at all, letting his mouth roam free to explore and to taste, letting him do as he pleases.

Of course though the babbling soon starts, and Lan Wangji upon hearing it, is well aware of what such words could imply were any nosy sect leader to stand beside the door and listen out for nefarious gossip, thinks to himself he needs to put an end to it, and in the moment there is only one such way of doing so.

His head rises as he drives another kiss into Wei Wuxian's mouth, assertive , claiming, his bottom lip threated with the hint of teeth as he hisses against it. ]

—Shameless!

[ says the guy feeling him up and making out with him in a storage room...]

[ Oh, he's being scolded. Oh, he's being kissed. There's a muffled noise of want against Lan Wangji's mouth as he's kissed, his arms sliding back around Lan Wangji's neck to pull him in close and kiss him. Of course, he's not thinking at all about what it might be like if someone heard them because he doesn't even realize he's babbling in the first place. He just feels good, warm, perfect. Just needs Lan Wangji to keep kissing him.

Tongue sliding against tongue, bodies pressed together, Wei Wuxian is absolutely not thinking about anything but the two of them in this little bubble of space. He doesn't know if they have a goal here beyond kissing like crazy, but he is hard underneath his robes and aches slightly. Which is honestly fine because he feels like he could come from just kissing. Embarrassing as that would be. ]

[ Lan Wangji wonders if he could simply spend the rest of this cultivation conference kissing Wei Ying instead. Let them sort out their own problems, for he would much rather be doing this, wrapped up in his limbs warm and happy and having his tongue sucked on.

He continues kissing some more, absolutely fine with doing it for an eternity until Wei Ying asks him to stop, but before long it becomes too hard to ignore the build up of arousal completely, to not want to do something with the aching between his legs, and so once more he leans forward and lets their arousals meet ( he knows Wei Ying is hard, felt it there the last time before he abruptly moved away ) just... well, he isn't actually sure where he is going with this, his brain isn't thinking coherently, he just wants to kiss, to touch, he wants. ]

[ The press of their arousals has Wei Wuxian making a gasping noise between them, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead against Lan Wangji's, breathing hard. His leg on his hip drops down to hook his ankle around Lan Wangji's ankle and tug him in closer. It gives him the leverage to rock up against Lan Wangji, letting their cocks drag together through their clothes and letting his breath hitch again at the feeling.

This time, whispered between them because he has a bit more sense now — ]

Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan, can I touch you?

[ He wants so desperately to get his hands on that cock and stroke Lan Wangji until he comes. He wants Lan Wangji to do the same for him. Wants that satisfaction of being able to devour each other for a moment before they make themselves presentable enough to go back to their bedroom together. And there... there they might be able to do a bit more. But for right now? In this storage closet? He wants to give Lan Wangji a handjob. ]

[ The thought of Wei Wuxian getting a hand down his trousers, of spilling all over those deft fingers, Lan Wangji feels his cock twitch at the very idea as a new wave of arousal drops into the pit of his stomach. ]

Please—

[ He whispers into Wei Wuxian's ear as he nuzzles against it, rolling his hips forward to find that delightful friction once again. That's what he wants— to be touched, for Wei Ying to touch him. To do the same for him in return, to swallow up his muffled cries as he comes, and for them to leave he realises— belatedly but rather proudly— looking so disheveled that anyone unfortunate to cross their path will know exactly what they have been up to, hopefully putting an end to the rumours for good. ]

[ Lan Wangji tells him please, makes it clear he wants it and that's all Wei Wuxian needs to push forward. He breathes out heavy against Lan Wangji's ear, nuzzling the side of his head and pulling his hands back so he can get to work. The first thing he has to do is get to the sash around Lan Wangji's middle, fingers trailing over the edges before he's able to pull it loose, letting it fall to the ground.

It leaves the robes open for him, for what he wants to do next. He pulls his head back so he can capture Lan Wangji's mouth in another kiss, licking into it and groaning softly against him. His mouth stays preoccupied as his hands slip into the front of Lan Wangji's robes, as he finds the waistband of Lan Wangji's pants and slips a hand in. The hand presses in deep, searching until he finds Lan Wangji's arousal and a moment later, inexperienced fingers are wrapping around his shaft and giving it a stroke. He's done this to himself hundreds of times but to someone else? This is his first time.

But he doesn't break the kiss or let his nerves show. He just... keeps stroking him, easy as he can, fingers tight but not too tight and thumb swiping over the tip, teasing at Lan Wangji's foreskin. After a while, he does break the kiss, panting softly against Lan Wangji's mouth and then letting out a low groan. Fuck, this is amazing.

More mumbling against his mouth — ]

Do you like that? Tell me, tell me, tell me.

[ Yes— he wants to say. Like it, love it, love you— ]

..I like it. Feels good. Wei Ying feels good—

[ is what he says instead, letting a small groan emit as he rocks forward ever so slightly, into the hand so wonderfully wrapped around his soon fully-hardened arousal. He has, shamelessly, touched himself before, would unlikely admit to it, but that cannot compare to this, another hand— Wei Ying's hand— working his length, deft fingers bringing about a pleasure ten times of that he thought possible.

He wishes to do the same, to stick his own hand down Wei Ying's pants and feel the same hardness he knows is there, to tease and stroke until his husband is a quivering mess and spilling his seed all over the hand which services him, knows he will have to keep his mouth on Wei Ying's own to drown out the noises—

He lets out a shuddering sigh into Wei Ying's ear as he nuzzles against it, surprised at himself and how quickly the pleasure is rising. There is no way he could last long, not like this, and with that new found sense of urgency he does not delay in seeking what he wants. He doesn't ask, simply does, a hand making quick work of Wei Wuxian's belts and letting them drop to the ground, a hand slipping in between his husband's robes and then further down as the other remains wrapped around his back, seemingly clinging on for dear life. ]

[ His heart soars. Maybe this is all going too far, blurring a line between them that shouldn't be blurred, but it doesn't matter. Not when it feels this good, this satisfying. Lan Wangji says Wei Ying feels good, no one else, not anyone else, and it makes Wei Wuxian feel like he's going to burst out of his own skin with joy. He's wanted this for so long, some way to vent his feelings for Lan Wangji out in some form when he's been too much of a coward to admit the truth. Now, this is helping. This is helping a lot.

His hand continues to work Lan Wangji's cock, his other arm moving to brace itself against his shoulder as he leans in to kiss Lan Wangji again. A messy, open-mouthed kiss with tongue sliding against each other as he groans. It's during this kiss that he feels Lan Wangji taking matters into his own hands, removing his belt and sliding his hand into his robes.

He pulls off with a soft, surprised noise as he feels those fingers wrap around his shaft and his hips jerk forward slightly. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's never had anyone touch him like this before and the fact that it's Lan Wangji — ahhhh. He's going to go nuts. His eyes close and he whimpers, his hand going a little sloppy in its rhythm as he keeps stroking over his cock, keeps working it with his own clumsy fingers. ]

Nngh... Lan Zhan feels so good, I'm going crazy. Please don't stop, ahhh. We should've done this forever ago. Fuck. Since we were teenagers, that would've been way better than what the hell else we were doing!

[ Please, make him stop talking. ]

[ His hand wraps around Wei Wuxian's cock, fingers moving around its shaft loose and tentatively at first. He hasn't done anything like this before after all, and despite his willingness too, despite all the thoughts about it, this is the first time he has touched another in this way.

The hesitancy of inexperience soon fades, giving way to both the fact that it is Wei Ying, literally the manifestation of all those explicit dreams he has had over the years, and the fact that all he wants right now is to let Wei Ying feels what he feels right now, to touch and stroke him until it overcomes him with bliss. His hand takes a slightly firmer grip, moving over the shaft experimentally at first until he falls into a rhythm, stroking to match the timing of the hand on his own arousal.

Lan Wangji doesn't know if Wei Ying means what he says or if it's only mindless babble. He might talk about them doing this earlier now in the midst of it but what happens after, in the clarity which comes once no longer tempted by pleasures of the flesh? He cannot admit to it— admit that he wishes they had done this since they were teenagers, had thought of it, dreamt of it even back then— because what if Wei Wuxian regrets it afterwards, not wishing for their relationship to be of that level, and it becomes awkward once he discovers that his soulmate has been in love with him ever since that time? That his husband desires him?

No, it's better for now that he do not speak at all, especially the words long-kept within his heart that are now so, so close to breaking free, especially as pleasure rises and the prospect of orgasm looms and loosens his tongue. Better for Wei Ying to not talk either, lest they get caught and the other cultivators become even worse to deal with than before. ]

Husband talks too much..

[ Instead he captures Wei Wuxian's lips in another potent kiss, filling his mouth with tongue so that neither can form words even if they tried. The hand Lan Wangji has around his cock begins to quicken its pace, certain that if Wei Ying feels even a fraction of how he feels himself right now, unable to completely subdue the little moans and gasps he breathes into the mouth against his own, it will not be long until he is overcome by it. ]

[ Wei Wuxian is overcome. It's a good thing that Lan Wangji kisses him because if his mouth was left free to talk, he would say things that could not be taken back no matter how he babbled. Instead, like this, he is able to be quieted and focus on the hand he has wrapped around Lan Wangji's cock and the hand around his own in turn. He moans, helpless and wanton as he rocks his hips into the hand stroking him and his hand squeezes lightly around Lan Wangji's cock and teases his tip with his thumb.

It makes him think of so many other things. Of being able to put his mouth on Lan Wangji, of being able to take him to bed and feel him inside of him and give up his virginity to the love of his life. Not that Lan Wangji knows that he's the love of his life but, eh. He thinks of how it'd feel, knows that he likes it from the times he's fingered himself while masturbating, knows that it would be even more intense if it was Lan Wangji's cock instead.

His mind goes a little fuzzy with desire then and his hips stutter as they kiss and kiss and kiss. He begins whimpering then, free arm wrapping around Lan Wangji's neck and pulling him closer. He's so close now, so close, he just needs a little bit more to be pushed over the edge. He wants Lan Wangji to come as well, for both of them to reach their climax at the same time. It would be so good, he thinks. So good.

Gasping against Lan Wangji's mouth, there's a muffled — ]

Please.

[ And then a soft whine as he kisses him harder. ]

[ Those little whispered whines are sending him crazy. Next time, if there is to be a next time ( he hopes there is ) Lan Wangji wants it to be somewhere private, in their room, where they don't need to worry about being caught and Wei Wuxian can make all the wonderful noises he wants. He'll touch him like this again, perhaps even fuck him, surely then the noises he makes will increase threefold. He wishes to see it. To hear it.

His husband asks please and as a dutiful spouse he provides, the request spurring him on to give a little more. He continues working Wei Wuxian's length with his own hand, a flick of the wrist or light squeeze of his fingers here or there to change it up, letting his thumb run over the head once his hand reaches it while he still has the focus to do so.

His mind becomes hazy on the brink of release and in a matter of moments he can't even kiss any more, only letting their foreheads rest together as his free hand still rests around Wei Wuxian's back, clutching him for dear life. Wei Ying's hand, his voice, his kisses, it all feels wonderful and before long he feels that tell-tale tightening down below, rocking into the touch as it finally sends him over the edge and he comes with a soft moan, it barely registering with him that he's whispering Wei Ying's name between shuddered breaths, or that he's trying his best to keep his own hand going, completely at the mercy of his husband's nimble handiwork as it guides him through the waves of mind-numbing pleasure that follow. ]

[ He's so close himself, so close that he's stopped babbling even. It's just too overwhelming to think, to talk, to do anything except rock into Lan Wangji's touch and let it take him over the edge. He can feel it, when Lan Wangji reaches his climax, hears his name whispered over and over again and despite himself, his eyes grow hot with tears from just how good it feels, just how desperately he wants it. There's a sniff and a choked out — ]

Lan Zhan.

[ Before he's spilling all over his hand, his release hitting him with a low groan in his throat and eyes squeezing shut, tears spilling from the edges as he comes. It's so overwhelming, so perfect, so wonderful, that he can't even fathom not doing this again. He wants it so badly now, wants Lan Wangji more than he ever did before. He knew he was in love with him before but now that he knows their bodies are this compatible, he doesn't know how he's going to withstand not having this all the time. Every day. He needs it, he realizes. Needs it desperately.

As his orgasm fades, mess all over the insides of his pants and Lan Wangji's hand, he lets out another choked out sob and buries his face in Lan Wangji's shoulder. Why is he crying? He has no idea, he's just overwhelmed with emotion and can't keep himself from doing so. He whines softly, the fingers of his free hand clutching the back of Lan Wangji's robes while he cries softly into his shoulder, holding him so tight and desperate.

His mumbled voice comes, just repeating over and over — ]

Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan...!

[ The next few moments are a mixture of pure pleasure and happiness as he leans against Wei Wuxian, feeling the force of his orgasm flow through him as he hears the other man's cries, feels the wet heat on his hand as he comes too, guides him through it as they lean against one another, a mixture of breaths and whispers and this is wonderful and perfect and—

—and then it comes crashing to a halt as he realises Wei Ying is crying against him. Oh no. Ohhh nooooo. Panic sets in immediately as Lan Wangji goes still and rigid, not daring to move a single muscle. How aware he suddenly is that he has a hand down the other man's pants as he is sobbing. He must regret it, it's obvious, and it was nigh instantaneous after the deed was done. ]

Wei... Ying...?

[ He sounds so worried as he lets the words out, so quiet and hesitant against him as he wonders how in the hell he is going to salvage this. He lets Wei Wuxian's softening cock fall from his hand as he gently pulls his hand out from his clothes, raising it so that his free arm can dip into the sleeves and pull out a clean cloth to wipe it off, and then he's reaching down to place fingers ever so lightly around Wei Wuxian's wrist, pulling his hand out too in order to do the same. ]

Wei Ying... I—

[ What does he even say? Oh no oh no oh no—]

This... I am the one who is to blame. I should not have let you be coerced into it.

[ :( ]

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