[ 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.
[ 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!
[ 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 — ]
[ 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.
[ Wei Wuxian is lost in his emotions for a moment, weeping quietly into Lan Wangji's shoulder even as Lan Wangji pulls his hand out and wipes it clean. It means his hand is free to curl around his body, both arms hugging him tight as he clutches the back of his robes and lets out another soft sob. It's because of this that it takes a moment to register Lan Wangji's voice, his soft concern, his apology...!
No, no, no! ]
No, that's not—
[ His voice is a little choked up, cutting himself off with another soft sob and he pulls a hand back to wipe his face, trying to get his composure again and reassure Lan Wangji. Fuck, this isn't — it's not what he thinks! But it's difficult when the tears come harder and he buries his face in Lan Wangji's shoulder again, his own shoulders shaking as he sobs.
He shakes his head though, continuing to shake his head through anything else Lan Wangji might have to say because it's wrong. It's not what's happening here. He doesn't want Lan Wangji to think this was bad for him at all, that this was anything other than the best thing to ever happen to him. ]
L-Lan Zhan, I'm happy! [ A hiccuping sob here and he shakes his head, trying again to wipe at his eyes but it's a failing venture. The tears keep coming. ] I — I'm so happy. I'm so happy. I love you so much.
[ Of course, that last part comes out in a way that can still be misinterpreted. Is it a general love? Or is he in love with Lan Wangji? Of course, he doesn't realize he's said it because he's still too consumed with emotion and just. Needs to hold Lan Wangji to feel steady again.
So, he hugs him tight, burying his face again and letting out another soft sob, and another and another. He cries steadily against him, clutching him tight in a desperate hug as he just tries to get it together.
A blubbering mess as he is now, he still tries once more to get out his words. Choked up and upset, he exclaims — ]
[ He is so, so happy once he realizes that Wei Ying isn't mad at him, is simply overwhelmed instead of instantly regretting it, and it is enough for Lan Wangji to finally let out the breath he had been holding in a big, long sigh. Oh, Wei Ying..
Comfort works better than words in times such as this, especially when he is involved, so he draws Wei Wuxian in to a proper hug, wrapping both arms around him in turn as he cradles his head against his own chest, just sort of... petting it, and stroking at his hair for almost a full minute as he lets Wei Wuxian work through his tears and sniffles. ]
I was worried. That you were already regretting it, or at worst, were repulsed by it.
[ Because he is somehow still convinced that surely Wei Ying— the very same Wei Ying who is his soulmate, the person who wanted to marry him, who kissed him, who jerked him off, who says he loves him— only holds platonic love for him, perhaps got caught up in his body's reactions to what was going on, and gave in to Lan Wangji's coaxing.
He isn't really expecting a proper answer but he does pull back afterwards, leaving a little room to bring a hand up to Wei Wuxian's face and let his thumb swipe away the worst of the remnants of tears. ]
I am glad that you are happy. So am I. It will be a.... memorable first kiss?
[ He is relieved when it's clear that Lan Wangji understands, that he isn't crying because of unhappiness or shock or revulsion (never, never revulsion). These are tears of happiness, his emotions just so fraught with how much he feels for Lan Wangji. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. He wants to kiss him again, to hold him and be held. He never wants to leave him.
His sobs do finally calm down a little, just before Lan Wangji speaks. Being held, being pet, all of that helps his body regulate a little bit better again and he can finally breathe. He sinks against Lan Wangji then, just leaning the weight of his body against him and feels ... so happy for a moment. Though his sentence does get a shake of his head from Wei Wuxian, adamant that that's not what's happening.
So, he looks up at Lan Wangji with wide, pleading eyes as his face is wiped of tears by Lan Wangji's tender touch. ]
I'd never ever ever be repulsed by you. Or regret anything we do. You're my everything, Lan Zhan.
[ And he nuzzles into that hand caressing his cheek, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm now that he's allowed such idle affection. A few more tears escape but he's better now, even if his face is a little blotchy and swollen from his bout of crying. ]
It was perfect! A first kiss and — and — well, no one's ever touched me... there before. So, that was my first time too. But I wouldn't want it to be anyone other than you!
[ It is such a relief to hear it, the rigidity in Lan Wangji's posture further ebbing away as he listens to the words about how there is no regret, there never would be. Wei Wuxian calls him his everything, says he wouldn't want it to be anyone else, and its so sweet and living that all he can think to do in return is to lean forward, take a gamble and plant a prolonged kiss on those chattering lips, soft and sweet unlike the more heated ones from before.
It lingers as a hand still cradles his face, once it's over his mouth just hovers there as if debating doing it again, but no. He shouldn't.
And then, to avoid actually talking about how he just kissed him again and everything they've done, he jumps on the chance to talk about something else, first. ]
We should return to our quarters. To change.
[ That wet spot in his clothes is getting rather cold and uncomfortable :/ ]
It's the type of kiss to lift a guy's spirits. To make him feel like he's floating on air and that he's loved, down to his bones. It makes all the thoughts disappear from Wei Wuxian's mind and all he can think about is how good he feels, how much he loves Lan Wangji, and how much he wants to do this all again. When it's over, Wei Wuxian's eyes stay closed and a smile lingers on his lips as he doesn't feel the need to speak or do anything at all. Just... stand right here, enjoying the heat radiating off of Lan Wangji.
He finally speaks though and Wei Wuxian's eyes open, still feeling a little dreamy. Right, they should change though, even his pants are feeling... icky. They can bathe and change for bed and that'll be good. It's getting late anyway. ]
Okay.
[ He wants to say that Lan Wangji should kiss him again too, that he should kiss him all the time, whenever he wants. But he doesn't know how to say it so he just takes a beat to hug Lan Wangji again, squeezing him tight and burying his face in his shoulder. Just. One last hug.
But then he is letting go before it lingers too long and lacing his fingers together with Lan Wangji's so they can walk back to their room, hand in hand. ]
[ Once somewhat presentable he takes Wei Wuxian's hand in his, holding it firmly as he slides the door open and steps out into the hallway. He doesn't spare a glance around them, putting that well-known icy glare to his benefit and only looking directly ahead as he leads Wei Wuxian out and towards their room. They have nothing to feel embarrassed or guilty about, what's wrong with halfway devouring your husband in an empty room?
Although he does not say anything, does not turn to spare Wei Ying a look as he leads them at a quickened pace, he squeezes the hand intertwined with his own, letting his thumb rub against the skin beneath it. A little show or support and comfort to show that he is here and present, and things are okay even if from the outside it looks like Hanguang-Jun is marching his tearful, unruly husband somewhere private to give him a good talking to when all he wants is for them to be left alone, somewhere quiet, safe, private.
Thankfully nobody appears to be around save for a few Jin servants who make a point of not looking at them and trying to blend into the scenery, Lan Wangji pointedly ignoring them all save for a couple right beside their room. ]
Fetch hot water, for bathing. Fresh tea. Soup and rice, from the kitchens. We shall not be attending the evening's festivities.
[ Because to hell with those guys out there and their accusations, their need for pedantic gossip. But even if that hadn't happened, there is no reason why he would prefer the crowds over the company of Wei Ying, alone.
The servant girls stammer through their responses and scuttle off as instructed, and Lan Wangji finally releases the hand in his in order to open the double doors to their room, gesturing for his husband to step inside before following him in and closing the door behind him. ]
We should bathe, change. Eat. They are not worthy of your attention.
[ 'They' meaning practically every other living being currently at the banquet. ]
[ He knows that the icy glare is meant for everyone else, that the shift from the softness he had alone to the distance is nothing more than a facade to keep people from getting into their business while they make their trip back to their room. It's funny, he always knew that but seeing the shift so drastically right now makes him ache to get that softness back again, to get Lan Wangji to look at him with a small smile and fond eyes. He wants it, wants it as badly as breathing.
He knows what he looks like too — mussed hair, flushed skin, bloodshot eyes. Very much a teary mess, probably looks like he's been reprimanded sharply by Hanguang-Jun. Which is honestly a better story than the truth, which is that he was absolutely devoured by his husband and is already trying to figure out a way to get him to do it again. So, he keeps his hand laced with Lan Wangji's and hides behind him when he addresses the servants, not looking their way as they move past them and the two of them move into the room instead.
Once they're inside, he finds himself relaxing. The privacy is very much desired and he glances over to the bathtub on one side of the room and lifts his hand, rubbing at his face a little as he tries to think of what to do first. Should he strip down and wait for the water to come? He's also looking forward to that soup too. But then as he looks back at Lan Wangji, he knows what he wants to do the most. ]
Lan Zhan—
[ He steps in close, curls his fingers in the front of Lan Wangji's robes and leans up to kiss him again. A simple, sweet kiss but a kiss nevertheless. He makes such a relieved noise at the feeling of his lips against his own. ]
[ As he closes the doors behind him, Lan Wangji ponders how best to talk about all of this. He should say something— they need to say something— about what happened, the two of them crossed several lines which had not been approached until this evening, and while he himself would be perfectly happy to kiss and touch and love Wei Wuxian for the rest of his days, that isn't necessarily what he wants in return, that isn't why he wanted to be married.
But then Wei Wuxian steps up to kiss him and.. well, that kind of answers one of his questions, doesn't it? So perhaps kissing is okay? He decides to answer it in kind, letting a hand lightly settle upon Wei Wuxian's waist as his lips move, kissing him back in a sweet but gentle manner, keeping a listen out for the servants who could appear at any given moment. ]
[ Wei Wuxian winds his arms around Lan Wangji's shoulders as they kiss, sighing softly against him while their lips move together and he feels his heart settle. He also knows the servants will be here soon and so he can't go too hard on the kissing but for now... for now, it's nice, isn't it?
He just... he always craves affection from Lan Wangji. Hugs, touches, anything he can get. He just wants to be able to bury himself in Lan Wangji's arms and never come out. He didn't know it could get better, just by adding kissing, but now that they've done it the once — he can't go back to not doing it. It can't be a one and done thing. So, maybe if he just keeps kissing Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji will be okay with adding kissing to their relationship.
Either way, for now he's going to deepen the kiss just a little. He knows, he knows, the servants, but just a little bit of tongue is fine, right? ]
[ He'll kiss just a little more. A little more. And then.. words. Yes, it is very important to talk about all of this.
But Wei Wuxian continues kissing him, and the desire to talk about it lessens and lessens as it becomes more and more valid that his husband appears to be rather fine with the idea of keeping this as their new status quo. By the time a tongue slips into his mouth he lets out a soft moan, sucking on it and into his mouth to be caressed by his own, and after that he is a lost cause, going as far as to walk forward and back Wei Ying into a corner once again, because he really like it earlier when he had him pinned up against the wall, but this time he is even bold enough to gather up Wei Wuxian's wrists, to hold them tightly up above his head and then— \
[ Wei Wuxian is quickly losing track of his senses as they kiss, especially as Lan Wangji backs him up against the wall and pins his wrists. Something about that sets his body alight and he's moaning softly into the kiss, body relaxing and swaying softly into Lan Wangji. All nervous energy is sapped from him at the sensation and instead he is just pliable under Lan Wangji's touch.
And then they're interrupted.
When the kiss breaks, Wei Wuxian looks back at Lan Wangji with flushed skin, swollen lips, and an eagerness in his gaze that shows just how much he wants to continue. He doesn't even pull to free his wrists, just stares back at Lan Wangji as his chest rises and falls from breathing so hard.
He should get the water. He should definitely get the water. Then they can clean themselves up and change and Wei Wuxian no longer has to deal with the crusty feeling of his pants anymore. Though what if they... kiss some more... and then they'd need to change again, wouldn't they? Wouldn't it be wise to just keep going and then clean up when they're properly done with everything? Hm, something to think about.
For now, Wei Wuxian leaves the ball in Lan Wangji's court, breathing calming down as he just stares back at him and waits to see what he does next. ]
[ One of the Jin girls is knocking politely on the door, calling to him as Lan Wangji can only stand there, face hovering just inches from Wei Wuxian's as he works to catch his breath, his eyes darting back and forth between the two staring up at him, all wide eyed and wondering, waiting.
Those few seconds seem to stretch on forever as he watches, glances at Wei Ying all flushed and waiting for him to do something, not even trying to break free from his grip, implying that he doesn't want to....
If things go... as they did before... what would be the point in washing now, only to do it again. lan Wangji knows what he wants, but with the way that Wei Wuxian is looking at him right now he doesn't think it possible that they will be able to keep their hands off each other as soon as they are left alone again, and in that case.. ]
Leave it, by the door. [ He calls out. ] We shall retrieve it once needed.
[ And then he simply leans in to capture those lips once more, kissing once more with the same intensity they had been before being so rudely interrupted. ]
[ There is a potent relief in him as Lan Wangji makes that decision, decides that they're just going to keep kissing and get to the hot water later. They can reheat it with a talisman, it wouldn't be too big of an issue. The food too. Right now, there's more pressing matters to attend to and those matters are the tongue in Wei Wuxian's mouth.
Quickly, he relaxes into the kiss, eyes falling closed and moaning softly as Lan Wangji kisses him. He lets his tongue slide against Lan Wangji's and shivers, his ankle hooking around Lan Wangji's and tugging him in closer, while he leaves his wrists to stay pinned by Lan Wangji's big broad hand. He arches up, wanting to press their bodies together and feel the warmth of the other man against him. He just needs a bit more, a bit more touch.
He doesn't know if this is leading to sex yet, or just going to stay at kissing. He wouldn't mind either way. He just needs to keep tasting Lan Wangji, just needs to keep touching him. Now that he's been allowed to cross the line, he can't quite bear to stop. They really do need to have a talk about what they're allowing and what they're not allowing, this murky place of how far can I go can't remain forever. But honestly, he wants Lan Wangji to know that he can go as far with Wei Wuxian as he wants to go, because Wei Wuxian would never tell him no. ]
[ 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? ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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..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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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...!
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—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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No, no, no! ]
No, that's not—
[ His voice is a little choked up, cutting himself off with another soft sob and he pulls a hand back to wipe his face, trying to get his composure again and reassure Lan Wangji. Fuck, this isn't — it's not what he thinks! But it's difficult when the tears come harder and he buries his face in Lan Wangji's shoulder again, his own shoulders shaking as he sobs.
He shakes his head though, continuing to shake his head through anything else Lan Wangji might have to say because it's wrong. It's not what's happening here. He doesn't want Lan Wangji to think this was bad for him at all, that this was anything other than the best thing to ever happen to him. ]
L-Lan Zhan, I'm happy! [ A hiccuping sob here and he shakes his head, trying again to wipe at his eyes but it's a failing venture. The tears keep coming. ] I — I'm so happy. I'm so happy. I love you so much.
[ Of course, that last part comes out in a way that can still be misinterpreted. Is it a general love? Or is he in love with Lan Wangji? Of course, he doesn't realize he's said it because he's still too consumed with emotion and just. Needs to hold Lan Wangji to feel steady again.
So, he hugs him tight, burying his face again and letting out another soft sob, and another and another. He cries steadily against him, clutching him tight in a desperate hug as he just tries to get it together.
A blubbering mess as he is now, he still tries once more to get out his words. Choked up and upset, he exclaims — ]
I'm just really, really happy, Lan Zhan!
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Comfort works better than words in times such as this, especially when he is involved, so he draws Wei Wuxian in to a proper hug, wrapping both arms around him in turn as he cradles his head against his own chest, just sort of... petting it, and stroking at his hair for almost a full minute as he lets Wei Wuxian work through his tears and sniffles. ]
I was worried. That you were already regretting it, or at worst, were repulsed by it.
[ Because he is somehow still convinced that surely Wei Ying— the very same Wei Ying who is his soulmate, the person who wanted to marry him, who kissed him, who jerked him off, who says he loves him— only holds platonic love for him, perhaps got caught up in his body's reactions to what was going on, and gave in to Lan Wangji's coaxing.
He isn't really expecting a proper answer but he does pull back afterwards, leaving a little room to bring a hand up to Wei Wuxian's face and let his thumb swipe away the worst of the remnants of tears. ]
I am glad that you are happy. So am I. It will be a.... memorable first kiss?
[ And then some. ]
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His sobs do finally calm down a little, just before Lan Wangji speaks. Being held, being pet, all of that helps his body regulate a little bit better again and he can finally breathe. He sinks against Lan Wangji then, just leaning the weight of his body against him and feels ... so happy for a moment. Though his sentence does get a shake of his head from Wei Wuxian, adamant that that's not what's happening.
So, he looks up at Lan Wangji with wide, pleading eyes as his face is wiped of tears by Lan Wangji's tender touch. ]
I'd never ever ever be repulsed by you. Or regret anything we do. You're my everything, Lan Zhan.
[ And he nuzzles into that hand caressing his cheek, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm now that he's allowed such idle affection. A few more tears escape but he's better now, even if his face is a little blotchy and swollen from his bout of crying. ]
It was perfect! A first kiss and — and — well, no one's ever touched me... there before. So, that was my first time too. But I wouldn't want it to be anyone other than you!
[ But like, platonically. ]
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It lingers as a hand still cradles his face, once it's over his mouth just hovers there as if debating doing it again, but no. He shouldn't.
And then, to avoid actually talking about how he just kissed him again and everything they've done, he jumps on the chance to talk about something else, first. ]
We should return to our quarters. To change.
[ That wet spot in his clothes is getting rather cold and uncomfortable :/ ]
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It's the type of kiss to lift a guy's spirits. To make him feel like he's floating on air and that he's loved, down to his bones. It makes all the thoughts disappear from Wei Wuxian's mind and all he can think about is how good he feels, how much he loves Lan Wangji, and how much he wants to do this all again. When it's over, Wei Wuxian's eyes stay closed and a smile lingers on his lips as he doesn't feel the need to speak or do anything at all. Just... stand right here, enjoying the heat radiating off of Lan Wangji.
He finally speaks though and Wei Wuxian's eyes open, still feeling a little dreamy. Right, they should change though, even his pants are feeling... icky. They can bathe and change for bed and that'll be good. It's getting late anyway. ]
Okay.
[ He wants to say that Lan Wangji should kiss him again too, that he should kiss him all the time, whenever he wants. But he doesn't know how to say it so he just takes a beat to hug Lan Wangji again, squeezing him tight and burying his face in his shoulder. Just. One last hug.
But then he is letting go before it lingers too long and lacing his fingers together with Lan Wangji's so they can walk back to their room, hand in hand. ]
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Although he does not say anything, does not turn to spare Wei Ying a look as he leads them at a quickened pace, he squeezes the hand intertwined with his own, letting his thumb rub against the skin beneath it. A little show or support and comfort to show that he is here and present, and things are okay even if from the outside it looks like Hanguang-Jun is marching his tearful, unruly husband somewhere private to give him a good talking to when all he wants is for them to be left alone, somewhere quiet, safe, private.
Thankfully nobody appears to be around save for a few Jin servants who make a point of not looking at them and trying to blend into the scenery, Lan Wangji pointedly ignoring them all save for a couple right beside their room. ]
Fetch hot water, for bathing. Fresh tea. Soup and rice, from the kitchens. We shall not be attending the evening's festivities.
[ Because to hell with those guys out there and their accusations, their need for pedantic gossip. But even if that hadn't happened, there is no reason why he would prefer the crowds over the company of Wei Ying, alone.
The servant girls stammer through their responses and scuttle off as instructed, and Lan Wangji finally releases the hand in his in order to open the double doors to their room, gesturing for his husband to step inside before following him in and closing the door behind him. ]
We should bathe, change. Eat. They are not worthy of your attention.
[ 'They' meaning practically every other living being currently at the banquet. ]
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He knows what he looks like too — mussed hair, flushed skin, bloodshot eyes. Very much a teary mess, probably looks like he's been reprimanded sharply by Hanguang-Jun. Which is honestly a better story than the truth, which is that he was absolutely devoured by his husband and is already trying to figure out a way to get him to do it again. So, he keeps his hand laced with Lan Wangji's and hides behind him when he addresses the servants, not looking their way as they move past them and the two of them move into the room instead.
Once they're inside, he finds himself relaxing. The privacy is very much desired and he glances over to the bathtub on one side of the room and lifts his hand, rubbing at his face a little as he tries to think of what to do first. Should he strip down and wait for the water to come? He's also looking forward to that soup too. But then as he looks back at Lan Wangji, he knows what he wants to do the most. ]
Lan Zhan—
[ He steps in close, curls his fingers in the front of Lan Wangji's robes and leans up to kiss him again. A simple, sweet kiss but a kiss nevertheless. He makes such a relieved noise at the feeling of his lips against his own. ]
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But then Wei Wuxian steps up to kiss him and.. well, that kind of answers one of his questions, doesn't it? So perhaps kissing is okay? He decides to answer it in kind, letting a hand lightly settle upon Wei Wuxian's waist as his lips move, kissing him back in a sweet but gentle manner, keeping a listen out for the servants who could appear at any given moment. ]
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He just... he always craves affection from Lan Wangji. Hugs, touches, anything he can get. He just wants to be able to bury himself in Lan Wangji's arms and never come out. He didn't know it could get better, just by adding kissing, but now that they've done it the once — he can't go back to not doing it. It can't be a one and done thing. So, maybe if he just keeps kissing Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji will be okay with adding kissing to their relationship.
Either way, for now he's going to deepen the kiss just a little. He knows, he knows, the servants, but just a little bit of tongue is fine, right? ]
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But Wei Wuxian continues kissing him, and the desire to talk about it lessens and lessens as it becomes more and more valid that his husband appears to be rather fine with the idea of keeping this as their new status quo. By the time a tongue slips into his mouth he lets out a soft moan, sucking on it and into his mouth to be caressed by his own, and after that he is a lost cause, going as far as to walk forward and back Wei Ying into a corner once again, because he really like it earlier when he had him pinned up against the wall, but this time he is even bold enough to gather up Wei Wuxian's wrists, to hold them tightly up above his head and then— \
H-Hanguang-Jun? Your water...
[— And then the servants show up. Dammit. ]
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And then they're interrupted.
When the kiss breaks, Wei Wuxian looks back at Lan Wangji with flushed skin, swollen lips, and an eagerness in his gaze that shows just how much he wants to continue. He doesn't even pull to free his wrists, just stares back at Lan Wangji as his chest rises and falls from breathing so hard.
He should get the water. He should definitely get the water. Then they can clean themselves up and change and Wei Wuxian no longer has to deal with the crusty feeling of his pants anymore. Though what if they... kiss some more... and then they'd need to change again, wouldn't they? Wouldn't it be wise to just keep going and then clean up when they're properly done with everything? Hm, something to think about.
For now, Wei Wuxian leaves the ball in Lan Wangji's court, breathing calming down as he just stares back at him and waits to see what he does next. ]
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Those few seconds seem to stretch on forever as he watches, glances at Wei Ying all flushed and waiting for him to do something, not even trying to break free from his grip, implying that he doesn't want to....
If things go... as they did before... what would be the point in washing now, only to do it again. lan Wangji knows what he wants, but with the way that Wei Wuxian is looking at him right now he doesn't think it possible that they will be able to keep their hands off each other as soon as they are left alone again, and in that case.. ]
Leave it, by the door. [ He calls out. ] We shall retrieve it once needed.
[ And then he simply leans in to capture those lips once more, kissing once more with the same intensity they had been before being so rudely interrupted. ]
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Quickly, he relaxes into the kiss, eyes falling closed and moaning softly as Lan Wangji kisses him. He lets his tongue slide against Lan Wangji's and shivers, his ankle hooking around Lan Wangji's and tugging him in closer, while he leaves his wrists to stay pinned by Lan Wangji's big broad hand. He arches up, wanting to press their bodies together and feel the warmth of the other man against him. He just needs a bit more, a bit more touch.
He doesn't know if this is leading to sex yet, or just going to stay at kissing. He wouldn't mind either way. He just needs to keep tasting Lan Wangji, just needs to keep touching him. Now that he's been allowed to cross the line, he can't quite bear to stop. They really do need to have a talk about what they're allowing and what they're not allowing, this murky place of how far can I go can't remain forever. But honestly, he wants Lan Wangji to know that he can go as far with Wei Wuxian as he wants to go, because Wei Wuxian would never tell him no. ]
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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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