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A/N: Originally written as a thread fic and saved here so people could also save it since twitter saving is...Meh!
Smut Roulette prompts:
-Sex Pollen
-“Were you just masturbating?”
-Exhibitionism
“Lan Zhan - I’ll be back in a few hours! I went to Caiyi Town for a bit!” Lan Wangji smiled at the note his husband had left him. Seeing the large, rushed strokes across the paper always soothed a part of his soul. Seeing it on new paper slips - forming words in new patterns he hadn’t committed to memory - comforted him in ways that always surprised him.
“Eat this,” the note encouraged. “The vendor told me that it would help you relax! You’ve been so stressed gege…I’ll see you soon!”
Lan Wangji felt his lips curl up at his husband’s thoughtfulness and eyed the “this” in question - a single candy. Small and rolled in something that looked like a nut or a seed, it innocently sat on a plate looking back up at him.
The note had said that he should “eat this”. If it were anyone else, he may have questioned it, but he loved his husband, and his husband loved him. He was…curious. It helped that Wei Wuxian was right. He had felt stressed lately, helping his uncle and brother prepare to welcome another class of young cultivators from across all the sects…the planning was putting a strain on him.
Lan Wangji lifted the candy from the plate and sniffed it.
It smelled good - earthy. A little nutty…And he trusted his husband, so…
Lan Wangji popped it into his mouth and chewed. Slowly. It was, in fact, nutty…But it was also rich and sweet.
He should have saved it for after dinner, but…He could already feel it starting to work as he prepared a pot of tea, pouring it into a pristine white cup. Or, at least, it felt like it was beginning to work. His body began to tingle and the knots between his shoulder blades melted away.
When Wei Wuxian returned, he would need to ask him about this vendor.
Lan Wangji took a sip of his tea, delighting in the warm path it took down his throat, pooling in his abdomen. The warmth curled and spread around within him as he allowed his thoughts to drift to his husband.
His wonderful, considerate husband…with his infectious laughter and his beautiful smile...His bright eyes…His trim waist and round ass…
Lan Wangji took another sip of his tea as he began to mentally undress Wei Wuxian, listing the other things he found physically attractive about him. The mole under his lip and on the inside of his left thigh. The brown tint of his nipples. The perfect dip of his navel that had Lan Wangji wanting to scrape his teeth against it.
Lan Wangji placed this cup down on the tabletop, ears flaming red and his cheeks feeling a little flushed as well. The warmth in his belly from the candy was changing - ripening with arousal. He felt hot - like his robes felt heavy on his body, and were clinging to his skin.
Perhaps he should wait for Wei Wuxian to return? Think of something other than the dimples that framed his ass, or the lines carved into his abdomen pointing towards Wei Ying’s cock. The thickness of his thighs…
Rabbits. He should think of those.
Only that reminded Lan Wangji of the day Wei Wuxian had gifted them to him…and how he had longed to thank Wei Ying by falling to his knees, pushing Wei Ying’s robes apart and—
—His uncle, perhaps?
Only that reminded him of the many times Wei Wuxian had been sent to the library to copy their sect’s rules…And how Lan Wangji had wanted to issue a special punishment of his own by pushing Wei Wuxian to his knees.
Lan Xichen, then?
He was almost instantly reminded of the time his brother had betrayed him and set a nearly naked Wei Wuxian upon him as a teen, and Lan Wangji knew how to accept defeat graciously.
He had time before Wei Wuxian would return. He could be quick about it.
...Or perhaps he wouldn’t be. What if Wei Wuxian returned and found him? Hard and ready and waiting for him…What would Wei Wuxian do?
Lan Wangji felt his eyes drift shut as he pictured it - Wei Wuxian coming home to find him naked, covered in sweat, panting “Wei Wuxian” over and over again like a prayer for his ears only…
Lan Wangji’s fingers began to pluck at the ties of his clothing, removing the thick heavy layers of robes that adorned his body until he sat as bare as the day he was born at their table. The table where they took their meals. The table where Wei Ying had laid Lan Wangji flat on his back, spread his cheeks, and teased his hole with his tongue until he came untouched.
A shiver ran down his spine as he stood, folding his clothes and putting them away in their room. His heavy cock swayed between his thighs with every step he took, and the hot need in his blood prickled - both sensations working together to hasten him.
“Patience,” he told himself, placing the last neatly folded robes on the bed.
It did little to curb the aching need. He felt so hot now…a churning inferno stirring in his blood as sweat dotted his skin and his collar bones.
He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to drift and pretend that Wei Ying was finally home and pressed against him from behind.
“So hard for me, gege?” Wei Ying mused as he ran a hand from his neck down to his pecs, tweaking a sensitive nipple, and Lan Wangji moaned. That felt so good - why did that alone feel so good so soon? He did it again and exhaled shakily as his mind began to swim.
“Yes,” Lan Wangji agreed on a sigh as Wei Wuxian’s hand began to burn a path down his chest towards his cock. “Always for you…”
Always him. He would never do this with another. Has no desire to. It has always been, and would always be, Wei Wuxian who made him like this. He wanted Wei Wuxian to see.
He found himself moving towards the window, as if guided by Wei Wuxian, encouraging him with little kisses on the back of his neck and warm praising words.
“Ah, Lan Zhan…Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…So good for me,” Wei Wuxian murmured into his neck as he took Lan Wangji’s cock in his hand. “Wanting this to be the first thing I see when I get home…But what if someone comes by? What if someone sees my beautiful Lan-Er-Gege in the window?” he pondered.
Lan Wangji shivered as Wei Wuxian ran his thumb around the head of his cock.
“I suppose I’ll have to blind them all for daring to look at him this way,” Wei Wuxian mused, and Lan Wangji shivered as his belly swooped. “How could I ever let them get away unscathed for looking at my beautiful husband this way, hm?”
“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji moaned, his hand beginning to move in a steady pace over his hard length.
“Mmm,” Wei Ying continued. “You should see yourself Lan Zhan. You should see how beautiful you are. How needy…You’re already so wet for me, and we’ve only just begun.”
The hand on Lan Zhan’s cock gripped him more firmly - his fingers running through the pearl of precum that began to leak from the tip.
“Would you like to come, Lan Zhan? Should I do that for you?”
“Yes,” Lan Wangji begged - a swirling fog beginning to settle into his mind. “Please.”
Wei Wuxian’s hand began to move over him with wreckless abandon, pumping him faster and faster until Lan Wangji needed to grip the curtains framing his window with one hand to remain upright. He needed to hold on to something, anything to withstand the ache he felt deep within his bones. The all-consuming need that gripped him in its jaws like some beast.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji moaned as his hand reached between his legs to fondle his sack. “Wei Ying please…”
“...Please what, dearest husband?”
Lan Wangji snapped his head around, towards the voice that very much so was no longer in his head, but instead coming from the very real man he had married.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji panted - knees weak and trembling. His other hand rising to grip the curtain. “You’re home.”
Wei Wuxian said nothing for a moment as he stood there, simply staring at him.
“Were you truly just masturbating, Lan Zhan?”
He could say nothing - all he could do was stare back at his husband.
“Hanguang-Jun…” he mused softly. “A light-bearing lord indeed.” Wei Ying’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of him, bathed in the early evening light. “Your title does you justice, as does word of your beauty…But tell me, oh husband mine.”
Lan Wangji swallowed - watching Wei Wuxian stalk towards him with rapt attention. “Would you rather I kill or blind anyone who looks upon you like this? Not that I could blame them - I would gladly blind myself just to see you standing here, naked and hard, calling my name in pleasure one time.”
“Wei Ying…” he replied, the words echoing the fantasy he had just played in his head.
“But maybe you want to see, hmm? Is that it, Hanguang-Jun? Do you want the world to see just how beautiful you are? Do you want them to hear you calling out for me?”
Lan Wangji watched as Wei Wuxian’s hands began to undo the bow of his ruby red hair ribbon, and felt his throat go dry - the intense itch in his skin begging for more.
“Yes.”
Wei Wuxian was upon him then, binding his wrists behind his back and sucking marks into his skin.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji moaned, his his thrusting up to brush against the soft fabric of the curtains. “Please…”
“Please?” Wei Wuxian repeated hotly against Lan Wangji’s skin - his mouth soft and wet and hot. It made his toes curl as his head lulled to the side to grant him better access.
“I need…” he continued, winding his fingers through the fabric of Wei Ying’s ribbon, needing something to hold onto as his husband's nimble fingers found his nipples. Tweaked them.
Pinched.
“What do you need?” Wei Ying demanded, kneading the firm muscle of Lan Wangji’s pecs in his palms. “Do you need me to touch you?”
“Yes…”
“Kiss you?”
“Mm…”
“Fuck you?”
“Yes…please…Wei Ying…Please…”
Wei Wuxian laughed breathily against Lan Wangji’s neck. “Lan-Er-Gege…Whatever has gotten into you, I wonder? Certainly not me. Not yet.”
Lan Wangji released a breathy keen, as Wei Wuxian smoothed his hands down Lan Wangji’s chest and laughed. “Don’t worry…I will. Soon enough…It seems Hanguang-Jun was too impatient to wait for his husband to return. Tell me…has he been neglecting you that poorly?”
“No,” Lan Wangji mewled, fingers tugging at the ribbon as Wei Wuxian fisted his cock at long last - his teasing touches too much for him to handle. He was burning up inside - his whole body crackling like lightning under his husband’s ministrations as he began to pump his cock.
“Tell me, Lan Wangji…do you think I should fuck you here? In front of this window for all to see?”
“Wei Ying…”
“Lan Zhan…” he replied, nipping his earlobe. “Do you want it, baobei? Tell me yes, Lan-Er-Gege…Tell me if you want it…say the words…”
“I…” Lan Wangji swallowed. “I want it.”
“So good for me,” Wei Ying replied, sucking a mark into his neck. “The best…Stand here and behave for me, hm? Let me get some oil…”
Lan Wangji felt himself sway on his feet as Wei Wuxian abandoned him for a moment, and he took the opportunity to try and clear the fog in his head. It was so hard though. All he could think about was the burning need in his veins. The throbbing in his cock. The insistent need to feel full and have Wei Wuxian inside him…
It felt like if he didn’t have it, he would perish.
The strength of that need frightened him. It felt almost unnatural.
Almost like…
His eyes widened as a thought occurred to him. The nutty flavor of the candy from Wei Ying…the one that had been meant to help him relax…
There was a plant he knew of called the horny cottontail weed. Its seeds were sometimes used to arouse men, almost unnaturally.
Had the candy been made—
“—Good boy,” Wei Ying praised kissing Lan Wangji’s neck and shoulders. “Now spread your legs for me, and don’t move…”
Lan Wangji obeyed, shifting his legs apart so Wei Wuxian could fall to his knees behind him and part his cheeks.
“Wei—AH!” Lan Wangji cried out as Wei Wuxian’s tongue began to circle the tight ring of his hole. Lan Wangji loved it when Wei Ying did this to him. He loved it when he slipped his tongue inside, as he was now. He loved being at his husband’s mercy, allowing him to do with his body as he pleased and turn him into a mewling mess.
A hand wrapped around Lan Wangji’s cock, stroking it in time with the thrusting of the tongue on his hole, pumping him faster and faster - building the coil up within him until—
“—Wei Ying!”
It snapped, and Lan Wangji found himself falling off the precipice of the cliff as ropes of cum splashed across the tan skin of Wei Wuxian’s knuckles and fist. He continued to pump his hand over his cock, allowing Lan Wangji to thrust into his fist as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, using his own cum to help lubricate the movements.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji panted, swallowing thickly around the sudden dryness of his throat.
“You’re still hard,” Wei Ying observed, giving Lan Wangji’s cock a tug, as if to demonstrate his point.
“Mm,” LWK replied, blinking wearily around. “I believe…that candy may have had some horny cottontail weed in it.”
“Really?” Wei Wuxian mused, pressing slick fingers into Lan Wangji’s hole. “Well…I suppose this is one way to help you relax…But I’ll need to speak with that vendor about being more exact with certain details in the future.”
What Wei Wuxian said next - if anything - was lost on Lan Wangji as Wei Wuxian began pumping his fingers inside him, stretching him until he could fit a second, then a third finger inside his hole, and Lan Wangji felt like an incoherent mess.
He supposed he had said something - given Wei Wuxian a reason to kiss his ass cheek and say “I will, right now”, but he didn’t recall what. Perhaps he had reached the point of begging Wei Ying to fuck him? He needed it, oh how he needed it…he felt like he was going to die if he didn’t have his husband’s cock inside him.
It was a blessing when Wei Wuxian stood and pressed the tip of it against his hole.
“Shhh…Be a good boy and relax for me…Yes…Just like that…Ah! Just like that, Er-Gege.”
“Wei Ying…” It was all he could say. It was all he could do, just to respond to Wei Ying. The feeling of his husband pushing inside him…of his cock inside his body…Stretching him. Filling him…It was all he ever wanted.
Then, he started to move, and Lan Wangji had never felt anything else like it before. The candy had made him overly sensitive - he knew that now. It made everything more intense. More pleasurable…and his husband’s thick cock felt even better than it normally did. Wei Wuxian was naturally talented at everything he did, and that extended to this as well.
Wei Wuxian made him feel like he was floating. Like it was impossible to think. Like thoughts didn’t even have a place in this world anymore. He was glad for it, even as Wei Ying teased him. Changed his pace to draw it out.
“So good gege…You feel so good…” Wei Ying breathed into his neck, above a mark he had just left behind in his skin. “Why is fucking you so addicting, Lan Zhan? You truly excel at everything…”
“Wei Ying…Please…Fuck me…” Lan Wangji begged, and Wei Ying laughed hotly into his skin.
“Don’t want to be caught? But why else would you touch yourself in front of a window if you didn’t want to be caught?”
“By you. Only you.”
His words made Wei Wuxian moan into his neck and whine his name, long and low.
“The things you do to me…” he laughed breathily before picking up his pace, pushing Lan Wangji forward until he bent at the waist. He could feel Wei Ying holding him up with just one hand on his hip, and the other by grabbing his bound wrists. His pace like this was relentless like this - Wei Ying’s cock targeting his prostate again and again with ruthless abandon. Every nerve in his body a live wire, rippling with electricity. It was unsurprising to him when he felt the coil within begin to tighten again.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji managed to choke out. “I’m going to…”
“Do it,” Wei Ying encouraged, pounding into him even faster than before. “Come for me, baobei…”
He did.
His orgasm ripped through him - his world whiting out. His ears ringing. Nothing made sense and everything felt so good and floaty. He felt positively euphoric. When his head stopped spinning, he found himself cleaned up and in bed, his wrists unbound and one arm thrown across Wei Ying’s side of the bed as he snuggled into his side.
“Hey,” Wei Wuxian smirked at him, kissing his pectoral. “Welcome back.”
“Mm,” Lan Wangji replied, and Wei Wuxian laughed into the still flushed skin of his chest.
“How are you feeling?”
Lan Wangji inhaled deeply, then slowly exhaled.
“Relaxed.”
Another laugh from his husband.
“And they say you aren’t funny. You should be funny around others too, Lan Zhan. People think I make it up, you know.”
“Mm,” he agreed, too tired to say much else as his eyes drifted shut.
“Shall I send for dinner to be sent here? Would you like a nap before you eat? I feel famished. That was a real workout, you know.”
“Mm…” He replied, and Wei Ying moved up to kiss his cheek. “I’ll go do that. Rest up.”
Lan Wangji felt Wei Wuxian move around on the bed, rolling out of it and dressing.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji called before he left the room, and Lan Wangji heard his footsteps stop.
“Yes?”
“When you go back to speak with that vendor…You should buy more of that candy. It was very relaxing.”