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What would the righteous Lan Wangji look like sprawled out and taking a cock?
Wuxian's got two of Wangji’s fingers up his ass when the thought makes its way into his consciousness. While their everyday activities have been very eventful, he hasn't yet offered to return this specific act. He's not even sure if it's allowed given that he's been the receiving partner for months now.
He lifts his head to take a look at his husband. Wangji is watching with rapt interest as he thrusts his fingers inside Wuxian. There's a sparkle in his eye when he twists and spreads and curls those fingers and he gets a reaction he likes.
The thought of Wangji spread as Wuxian is now, legs shaking while he's the one working his fingers is enough to have him burning up inside.
“Lan Zhan,” he says, reaching down to wrap his hand around Wangji’s wrist. He stops at once, giving his full attention to Wuxian. “Can we try something?”
Wangji doesn’t remove his fingers, leaves them in as he sits back on his heels. Although he doesn't say anything, his face is open and Wuxian knows he's listening.
“Could I do this to you?”
There's a moment of silence where they only look at each other in silence. Wuxian is about to repeat himself when Wangji finally answers, “Mn.”
He pulls his fingers free and wipes the oil from them on his own discarded undergarments. Before Wuxian can even sit up, Wangji has already laid himself out on his back. Wuxian can’t help the giggle that bubbles to the surface and can’t hide the grin that’s on his face.
He rolls onto his side, mouth pressed to Wangji’s shoulder. “Lan Zhan, is it that you’ve secretly been wanting to try this?”
He lays his palm on Wangji’s chest and feels for the heartbeat within. It races. His smile grows wider and he grows braver, lifting his palm to drag his fingertips down Wangji’s torso. He dips his forefinger into Wangji’s navel, swirling it around before continuing down. If Wangji’s racing heart hadn’t been telling, his erection that visibly throbs would be next to tell.
“Lan Zhan, won’t you answer me?”
His cock jerks. “Mn. I trust Wei Ying.”
The confession has him reeling, so hard that he has to look away from Wangji. Happy tears well up in his eyes and he almost reneges on his plan so he can just ride Wangji instead.
"Oil?" Wuxian's gaze snaps back. While Wangji's tone is quite calm, Wuxian picks up on the impatience he's hiding.
He quickly finds the vial of oil and gets to work, positioning himself between Wangji’s legs. He spreads Wangji’s legs further and guides them up until his feet are flat to the bed. There’s not a moment of resistance. He pets Wangji's pale inner thighs, squeezing the muscle beneath his soft skin. His grip slides lower, parting Wangji's cheeks until he can see the tender flesh of Wangji's entrance.
Perhaps he stares a little too long, but he just can't believe that Wangji agreed so eagerly. He swipes his thumb across the tight opening, feels it clench and then release. Wangji clears his throat, moves his legs just a bit and Wuxian comes back to himself, shaking his head.
Wangji is looking at him through his lashes, not intending to, yet still looking very sultry. A crimson flush creeps from his earlobes up to the shell of his ear.
He wants to beg for the time to tease and touch and enjoy. He wants to commit the feeling of the skin here to memory, to remember the heat on his fingers. But Wangji is looking away from Wuxian's glittery eyes, fidgeting with his fingers atop his own chest.
Wuxian doesn't dare beg.
When he brings his fingers back down, they're dripping wet and less teasing. He slides the fingertip of his first finger inside and he can't hold back his whimpering. It's impossibly hot inside, gripping onto him. He can hardly imagine how he'll get his cock inside without embarrassing himself.
Wuxian can see and feel the tension in Wangji's body and it slowly unravels. With his eyes closed, his body relaxes from head to toe, that's Wuxian's cue to continue. He carefully pushes his finger in until his knuckle is pressed against the rim.
Just this has Wuxian losing his mind. He adds more oil and strokes inside, gaze trained to his own finger disappearing.
His cock throbs with insistence and Wangji is so relaxed, so ready that he adds a second finger.
"A-Ying," Wangji hisses in surprise, before he can rein his emotions in. The crease in his brow smooths out and the hard set of his jaw follows.
"That's it, Lan Zhan. Relax and open up for me." Wuxian spreads his fingers and it tricks a whimper from Wangji's soft mouth. Pink raises to Wangji's cheeks and he looks at Wuxian, more open than before.
"Another."
He sounds very sure.
So Wuxian slides in a third finger, curls up until he draws another reaction out of Wangji. A gasp. His chest swells with it and, on his belly, his cock jerks helplessly.
"Wei Ying." He's impatient again.
"Wait, just a little longer." Wuxian can't contain his smug feelings. He works his fingers how he might on himself, building a rhythm; spreading them and then coming back to massage that one spot that'll make him shake apart. Wangji bites into his lips to stay quiet, but he can't control his breathing now.
Near squirming under Wuxian's touch, he groans, "Wei Ying."
That's what Wuxian wants. He wants to see his husband absolutely enraptured, wants him to be the one that can't keep quiet. Rubbing more ardently, he lowers his mouth to Wangji's thigh and bites. And, then, Wangji moans, deep and trembling.
"Heavens." Wuxian's mind goes blank and he goes perfectly still.
"Put it in," Wangji urges, his chest still heaving. There's a blush blooming in the center of his sternum.
"Yes." Wuxian is one moan away from losing it all, feeling a mounting sense of urgency. Yet he is still careful withdrawing his fingers, watching how Wangji's body clings around him. It's soft and open, glistening wet, clenching intermittently. His attention is averted and he traces the rim with his fingertip, breath catching when it tries to pull him in again.
He can't look away, not even to find the oil again. Blindly, he feels across the bed until Wangji lifts his leg and kicks it his way.
"Ah. Sorry, Lan Zhan. You're even beautiful here too." He laughs and he can feel his heart skip when Wangji's lips twitch in response. The smile is gone before it's settled, but it's like he has his own moon hung in his bedroom.
He nearly drops the bottle of oil back onto the bed with his slick hand, recovering with a chuckle. It's cool pouring over his dick, thick and running down the length of him to cling to the curls at the base. He's overly sensitive when he goes to spread the oil, hissing even though he anticipated his own touch. Wangji watches with dark and hazy eyes, looking more aroused than ever before.
Wuxian feels like he should say something, should confess undying love as he enters Wangji's body. Perhaps he should promise to be gentle or promise to take care of him. He's tongue-tied though, his jaw clenched tight just from the heat of the first touch. Abruptly, Wangji raises his fist to his mouth and sets his teeth into his knuckles.
"Lan Zhan," Wuxian whispers, leaning up over his body, offering himself. "Bite me instead."
Wangji wraps his arms around Wuxian's back and bites into Wuxian's shoulder. He doesn't draw blood, only leaves behind an imprint of his teeth. Hazy in his own right, Wuxian sinks in faster and harder, pressing their bodies together until he can't tell where he ends and Wangji begins. He hangs his head and lets Wangji leave bite marks and bruises up his neck, claiming him.
Wuxian wonders if Wangji has the same feeling that he always gets, if Wangji can feel it pushing up between his lungs. Is Wangji breathless? He doesn't have the wits to ask right now.
"Wei Ying, move," Wangji pleads, but his voice is strained and quiet.
"Of course."
And he does want to move, but it's so hot and tight, fluttering around him, that he feels like he might burst. Taking in a deep breath, he works his hips in short little circles.
"Lan Zhan. Oh, Lan Zhan, how do you manage," he asks with a thin voice. "How do you manage to go so long?"
Reluctant to leave Wangji's embrace, he pushes himself up on one arm only enough to glance down. Though he can't see where his cock disappears into Wangji's body, he's greatly affected by the thought alone. He pulls out a little, a slow and controlled movement, before his control wears away and he thrusts back in. Fire climbs up from his groin, burning him up.
Wangji releases Wuxian from his hold and Wuxian mourns the loss of touch immediately. His hands move over his own body. Staring at him, Wuxian can barely manage more than a few stuttering thrusts. One of Wangji's hands slides down and he presses gently at the space between his hips.
"Wei Ying, I feel you here," he whispers and Wuxian can feel his heart stop. The words slowly sink in and the world becomes smaller and smaller until all he's aware of is his cock and the tight grip of Wangji's ass. His body coils tighter and tighter, his muscles winding up until—
He abruptly pulls out, wincing when he hears how Wangji groans. His thighs are quivering and his groin throbbing from denying himself.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Lan Zhan. It's just too good."
He stands on his knees, his cock jutting out and dripping obscenely. It pulses with his heartbeat. Wangji watches, expression unguarded and clearly wanting, hungry for more, but unwilling to ask.
Wuxian sits back on his heels, admiring the view until he can't bear to just look anymore. This time he can see their bodies join together. Wangji swallows him up.
Unlike Wangji he's unable to keep such a cool persona when pleasure is coursing through him so hotly. He tells Wangji just how good it is, how hot and tight, how perfect. Praise spills from his lips to comfort his lover, to please him.
The fingertips of Wangji's left hand reach down to skim across Wuxian's thigh. Lightning zings up from that spot and Wuxian can't hold back anymore. He secures his hold around either of Wangji's thighs, yanks their bodies together.
It seems to wear down on Wangji.
His lashes flutter softly and his eyes roll back until Wuxian can only see white. Chest flushed and heaving, he arches his back, his free hand comes up to clamp over his own mouth.
Wuxian wants to hear, needs his husband calling out for him, calling for more, or even calling for mercy.
"Lan Zhan, it's alright." He hopes his words don't get lost in the slap of skin. "I want to hear."
Yet even with his reassurances, Wangji doesn't remove his hand from his mouth, but balls it up into a fist again. He doesn't bite himself this time, he hums out long moans that have Wuxian drunk and close.
Wuxian, in a moment of wild desperation to have Wangji as wrecked as him, grabs Wangji's cock. He strokes Wangji with practiced motions, fast and rough, with one hand while hauling Wangji into hard thrusts with his other hand.
A cramp pinches Wuxian's wrist, but he keeps on. Then Wangji finally comes and he lets out a ragged sound that slams into Wuxian like the deep tones of the qin. His fists tremble, one at his side and the other pressed still at his open mouth. Wuxian can feel him trembling inside too, holding him snugly, fluttering around him.
Wuxian lays closer to him, pressing their chests together. Wangji lets his hand fall from his mouth and his lips are plump and wet, bitten red. They're so beautiful that Wuxian leans down and kisses him. It's messy, Wangji can hardly attempt to kiss back, Wuxian just licks inside his mouth, strokes Wangji's tongue with his own.
The smallest shift of Wangji's hips has Wuxian remembering that he hasn't finished. He very carefully pulls out and he almost breaks when he hears Wangji's little groan. He almost pushes deep into Wangji again, fucks him until they're both senseless, but he doesn't.
"Wei Ying," Wangji whispers, reaching for him. It squeezes Wuxian's heart. He presses close to Wangji again, his cock sliding against Wangji's thigh. "Inside."
It's only a word, but Wuxian can feel the lust filling him up again. He reaches down and drags his finger up Wangji's strong thigh until he finds him slick and open. The flesh trembles as he traces over it. Then he drives his hips forward, slowly, lining up his cock to slide smoothly back in. Wangji groans, tilting his hips to meet in the middle.
Wuxian doesn't have the patience to maintain any elegance in the way he rolls his hips anymore. It's a smooth pull out and a desperate push forward that binds his muscles tight. Even that is short-lived. He's reduced to frantic thrusts that have him right at the edge, staving it off by simply grinding into Wangji. He wants to savor it, wants to be able to remember Wangji in this first time for years to come.
"A-Ying!" Wangji's voice is clipped. His heels fastened onto Wuxian, tucked just under his buttocks.
He takes one of Wangji's fists and pries it open with his own hand shaking. As if they were made to be, their fingers slot together and hold.
His own moaning is loud, but if he lowers his head he can still make out the little gasps coming from Wangji. It sounds so close to how he'd sounded right before he finished that Wuxian has to glance down, see if he's managed to get hard again. He isn't hard, but his cock twitches and dribbles on his belly anyway.
His body goes tight and vibrates like a loosed bowstring. And the noise that rips from him can only be called a cry. The sight is enough to break Wuxian, to have him coming sooner than he thought he might. He tries in vain to keep his eyes open so he can see the way Wangji's face is pinched, nose scrunched and mouth hanging open to make way for the sounds he'd held in before.
Wuxian's arm gives out and he lands hard on his elbow, still grinding forward, wringing himself dry.
Wangji gasps in his ear and he uses all the strength he has left to push himself back up, if only to look at his lover. What a sight he is. A vision of debauchery, a god or maybe a demon laid before Wuxian to tempt him further. His skin is flushed, dampened with sweat, his hair sticking to the back of his neck and shoulders. He's still not relaxed, knees pulled near his chest, shaking like a leaf in the wind. There's a drying mess on his stomach. Wuxian squeezes his hand.
After a while, Wuxian pulls out and Wangji's face relaxes, his eyes fluttering open. Wuxian sits back between his legs, looking down to where their bodies had joined. He reaches out to touch, to press the very tip of a finger in until he can see his come on his fingers and running down Wangji's skin.
"Wei Ying," Wangji scolds, pronouncing each syllable clearly. He can't look Wuxian in the eye, his lashes flutter against his cheeks.
Wearing a wicked smile, Wuxian stretches out over him again, kisses either of his cheeks. "Was it that good, Lan Zhan?"
He waits a moment before answering. "Mn."
"I'm glad I could make my Lan Zhan feel good." He dips his head to the side to overlap his old kisses with new, his lips parted, tongue tasting salty sweat. Both of Wangji's hands come up to hold his sides.
His own hands want to wander some more, to feel Wangji's as he is now; soft and hot, pliant and pleased. He slinks down to kiss Wangji's chest, suck his nipples, take a taste of the come on his belly.
Wangji keeps his legs spread, doesn't look away now when Wuxian casts him a dark look. Impulse has him kissing across Wangji's thighs, the tip of his soft dick, lower on his bottom. There's a trail of Wuxian's come between his cheeks.
Wuxian hesitates, chances a glance up, then lays his tongue flat to Wangji's skin, laps up his own come now.
"W– Wei Ying !" Wangji chokes.
Excitement zips up his body, settles on his face in a grin. Wangji squirms, tries to sit up, but Wuxian holds him in place, spreads him open. He wriggles his tongue inside, something terribly erotic stirring within his body.
Although Wangji is blushing furiously, he can't quiet himself now. He doesn't dare try to push Wuxian away either. He just watches Wuxian lick deeper, his brow creased and lips parted.
"Wei Ying, that's all," he says, but Wuxian stays right where he is.
Wuxian touches his hole very gently with the tips of his fingers, teases one in alongside his tongue. It's still slippery slick and it goes in with no resistance. He's ever so gentle, but he won't go easy, wants to see if he can work another orgasm out of Wangji.
He can.
With only a few seconds of very pointed massaging, Wangji is growling like a wild animal, shivering. He catches Wuxian's wrist in an iron grip, but Wuxian doesn't stop. Wuxian leans up and kisses his open mouth again, whispers filthy praise.
The ropes of pleasure finally unbind Wangji and, still shaking, he lies back. He catches his breath, then whispers, "Mercy."
Wuxian crawls up his body, his heart softened now.
"Yes. Yes, my dear. You did so well." Wangji wraps his arm around Wuxian and uses what little strength he has now to pull him down. Their skin is sticky with sweat and come. "Let me draw us a bath."
"Mn. After a little rest, soulmate."
Wuxian's heart melts inside his chest now. He settles down and watches Wangji fall asleep. He smiles. "Anything for you, soulmate."