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Cloud Recesses was a place known far and wide for its beauty, hidden away from sight like its namesake poem. A place of purity and clear springs. Truly, a treasure of the cultivation world.
But sometimes the clouds would descend and turn into waves of mist, secluding the place entirely from the world beneath and each building from the next. Every building its own little island in the mist, its own little world.
During days like this, the Lan tended to stay inside and use the time for quiet contemplation, and Lan Wangji was no different. When the mists rolled in, he could often be heard playing in the Jingshi, the sounds muted and numbed by the humid air. And again today, he was sat in front of his guqin, strumming a melancholy song with closed eyes. Truly the picture of the perfect cultivator.
Wei Wuxian on the other hand found no such calm on days like this. He was used to night hunting in all manners of weather, and no mist would bring him down. In fact, it made his flute playing substantially eerier! And the eerier he could make his entrance, the more fun it was to reveal himself to his opponents, be they monsters or other cultivators. Watching their reactions was such fun!
But when they visited Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji preferred staying in during misty days, and Wei Wuxian respected that, he really did. He just couldn’t help but become extraordinarily bored sometimes. And when he was bored, bad things tended to happen, so really, who could blame him for alleviating his boredom just a bit?
So, tonight had Lan Wangji serenely playing the guqin, and Wei Wuxian listlessly messing around with his forehead ribbon. At first, he was content just batting the ends of the ribbon around like a giant blithe cat, but soon he grew bored of that too.
“Say”
Golden eyes immediately locked onto Wei Wuxian and his mischievous fingers, twirling the white ribbon around his fingertips.
“Lan Zhan, how good are you at focusing, ah, you just rolled your eyes at me, didn’t you?”
The smallest huff escaped Lan Wangji, and he ceased playing, silencing the strings with a gentle touch of his hand. He was about to turn to Wei Wuxian fully, but the man had quickly jumped behind him and turned Lan Wangji’s head back forward.
“Ah-ah-ah, Lan Zhan. I just said I want you to focus. Can’t have you distracted already, though I know I’m terribly distracting”.
He leaned against his back suggestively and inhaled his signature sandalwood scent, his fingers caressing Lan Wangji’s cheeks and scratching his chin. Lan Wangji sat seemingly unmoved, but Wei Wuxian felt him lean ever so slightly back, out of his correct posture and sinking his weight into him. He turned his head in Wei Wuxian’s hands, grabbed one and kissed the palm. Wei Wuxian huffed fondly.
“Now who’s being distracting, ah?”
Lan Wangji lowered his head, but otherwise showed no remorse.
“Now look here, I need you to keep playing your lovely song. Otherwise, how will I be able to test your strength of focus?”
Wei Wuxian leaned forward and whispered in his ears: “Play, and I shall do my best to distract you, Lan-Er-Gege”
After a brief pause, Wei Wuxian felt the barest of nods in his hands, and his grin grew wide and triumphant. The sort of smile that always spelt trouble.
As Lan Wangji once again strummed his guqin and slowly began the introductory chords of a lighthearted hymn to spring, Wei Wuxian leaned his entire weight on him and listened in.
“Aah, the Spring Flower Maiden. Always a stickler for the classics, Hanguang-jun, and such a difficult piece too!”, he slowly caressed Lan Wangji’s lips, careful to quickly move them, before the man got a bite in, “But surely a musician as venerated and impeccable as the Second Jade of Lan will have no trouble keeping it up”
With that serving as his only warning, Wei Wuxian slid his hands down his beloved’s neck, briefly caressing his throat, before quickly replacing his fingers with his mouth. His fingers had much more important tasks to focus on!
With the nimble practice that came from stealing into Lan Wangji’s robes countless times, Wei Wuxian slid his hands underneath the layers of white silk and cotton, until he reached that jade-white skin.
Lan Wangji continued playing in that same ramrod straight position, seemingly unbothered by his lover groping his chest, however his posture had turned stiff, and there was a hitch in his breathing, when Wei Wuxian’s deft fingers found a nipple to tease ever so carefully. Soft strokes, just barely on the edge of even touching the skin. Lan Wangji was not particularly ticklish, but watching – and more importantly feeling – the way he froze up for just a moment, made something inside Wei Wuxian want to squirm in delight. Such a stoic man! But the more Lan Wangji forced himself to sit calmly and focus on his breathing and his hands elegantly moving over the strings, the more Wei Wuxian wanted to break that focus.
It had always been like this – nothing delighted him as much as the full force of Lan Wangji’s attention. As a youth the intensity had almost unnerved him and made him think that Lan Wangji must have detested him, and yet he could never stay away. Now Wei Wuxian knew that intensity as that of adoration rather than anger, but it still made him feel caught in ways he could not explain. Seen in his entirety, held in place by a single gaze, just feeling… held.
Lan Wangji had moved to the bridge between two movements of the song, his only tell a slight furrowing of his brows, and that just would not do. As Lan Wangji began the second part, Wei Wuxian meanly pinched a nipple, feeling him startle slightly, yet not faltering in his song whatsoever.
“You truly are peerless, Hanguang-jun”, Wei Wuxian huffed, while he caressed his lover’s equally peerless stomach with one hand, keeping the nipple occupied with the other, alternatingly fondling and massaging the nub into an enticing redness. Just seeing it made Wei Wuxian want to get his mouth on it already, but he wasn’t willing to abandon his plan just yet.
“How can you ignore your Wei Ying like this?”, he breathed in Lan Wangji’s ear, which had turned a glowing red. Lan Wangji looked down, either in concentration or consternation, but his fingers remembered the song flawlessly. Contrary to his complaints, it made Wei Wuxian smile. How honest like this, his Er-gege. Wei Wuxian glanced down the alluring body in front of him to another very honest part of Lan Wangji. Maybe it was time to turn the difficulty up a bit.
He quickly slid his hand down Lan Wangji’s stomach to the rather pressing matter in his pants. Leaning his cheek on Lan Wangji’s shoulder to get a better view of his face, Wei Wuxian grabbed ahold of his cock through the many layers of cloth. Lan Wangji instantly opened his eyes to cast him a look, and his fingers skipped a note. Just one, but Wei Wuxian felt the joy in his very core. His smile widened.
It felt blasphemous somehow, handling Lan Wangji like this, stroking him through his clothes and surely sullying them. Just knowing that somewhere under all that pristine white was a very passionate man made Wei Wuxian all giddy though. Giddy and more than a little hot and bothered himself. Sitting right up and down against Lan Wangji made his body rub against him with every slight movement and knowing that Lan Wangji could feel it too made his cock rapidly fill out, and it was soon becoming a bit of an issue.
Wei Wuxian tried to sit still and make this all about Lan Wangji, but he had never been good at sitting still in the first place, so it was a battle quickly lost. It started with small involuntary movements, but he soon started rubbing actual circles on the solid backside in front of him.
Lan Wangji was staring at him out the corner of his eye, gaze piercing and unwavering.
“Okay?”, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but ask, touching his dearest’s face.
His only answer was a slight huff, before Lan Wangji simply turned to bite his fingers.
“Lan Zhan, you beast!”, Wei Wuxian cried out, but Lan Wangji did not release him. Instead, he took his fingers further in, laving them with his warm, wet tongue.
That was… blatantly unfair. Trying to turn the tables on him like that. But not tonight! Wei Wuxian had been down this path many times before, and when Lan Wangji got bitey, there was no saying, when he would snap and tackle Wei Wuxian to the ground. A pleasurable detour for sure, but that was not the plan! Lan Wangji would not win, not tonight!
Wei Wuxian decided to play rough against rough and slipped his hand into Lan Wangji’s robes and quickly found his hardened member. He grabbed him firmly, while instead of trying to pull his fingers out of Lan Wangji’s commanding mouth, he only slipped them further in. Lan Wangji froze, and for a short moment, nothing but silence filled the Jingshi.
“Laan Zhaaan”, Wei Wuxian exclaimed in glee: “It appears you’ve lost, Er-gege. The illustrious Lan-er-gonzi finally lost his focus ah?”
Lan Wangji sent a silent glare his way, but Wei Wuxian only retaliated by gently sliding a finger down the soft skin of his cock. Wei Wuxian felt Lan Wangji bodily shudder, and he couldn’t contain his glee anymore.
He unstuck himself from Lan Wangji’s back and quickly climbed into his lap instead, carefully avoiding the qugin.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan”, he sing-songed, as he rocked them side to side: “Let me see your face, Lan Zhan, stop hiding something so beautiful from the world!”
Lan Wangji let his face be untucked from Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, but his gaze remained downcast, his ears a blazing red.
“Lan Zhan! Are you sulking?!”
No response came, but the downturned line of his mouth betrayed him. Wei Wuxian was so giddy, he almost wanted to howl – either in laughter or in delight. He grabbed Lan Wangji’s face and planted a big kiss on those sulking lips. Lan Wangji finally blinked and looked at him.
“Aah, Lan Zhan, what am I going to do with you? When you look at me like that my heart just can’t take it”
He started planting loving kisses all over Lan Wangji’s face, until the sound of his rich timbre broke the quiet:
“Again”
“Again, what? Kiss you again? I am kissing you, mwah, again and again, Lan Zhan!”
“No”, Lan Wangji said seriously, grabbing Wei Wuxian’s face with both his hands and leaning in, until the warmth of his breath fanned out over the latter’s lips.
“Again”
For a moment Wei Wuxian just sat there, while Lan Wangji’s eyes bore into his. That look… that strong set of his jaw, he knew it all so well. He had been on the other end of those eyes so many times in their youth, provoked that clench of the jaw innumerous times, done the silliest things just to be the cause of that look.
Of Lan Wangji’s stubborn competitiveness.
“Aah, are we a sore loser tonight? But that’s fine, I wasn’t planning on stopping here anyway”, he caressed Lan Wangji’s lips, wiping away his downturned pout. “So, let’s try again and see, if you can keep up this time”
He winked.
Lan Wangji immediately dove in and captured his infuriating lips. His fingers and tongue quickly coaxed open Wei Wuxian’s mouth, and soon their tongues were dancing, sliding and rubbing against each other in frantic need, Lan Wangji dominating the other in quick succession. Wei Wuxian let his head be tilted backwards to allow for further access and felt his head grow pleasantly foggy. Aah, this was so unfair, why was Lan Wangji such a good kisser?
While Wei Wuxian’s mouth had finally been occupied with better things, Lan Wangji slid a hand down his back, and it came to rest on his backside, caressing and rubbing his husband’s waist. His fingers sneaked further south, and though his hand was still on the outside of the robe, he pressed the fabric down and parted the cheeks – rubbing against the rim through the cloth.
Wei Wuxian jumped with a startled moan, but was unable to tear himself away from Lan Wangji’s greedy mouth to voice any protest. He felt the fabric slide across the sensitive edge of his rim, giving small dry sparks of pleasure without offering enough to really get him anywhere further. The quality of his clothes had vastly improved ever since his return, but even the smooth silk felt too coarse to be completely pleasurable. Through it he felt Lan Wangji’s long, slender fingers move.
A quick press and glide across followed by a consistent push against his rim. Wei Wuxian felt perverse for thinking it, but it felt like the silk was pressed inside – just barely and just for a moment, but every glide and press made him more sensitive and hyper-focused on an area that was both getting too much stimulation and far, far too little.
Wei Wuxian whined his protests deep in his throat, even as Lan Wangji held his head steady with a firm hand planted in his hair. He rocked forward, feeling his cock glide against the fabric of his pants, probably staining them with precum, but it seemed that Lan Wangji was intent on dirtying his clothes this night – probably revenge for earlier.
Wait, revenge… weren’t they supposed to be having a competition right now?!
“Hold on- Lan Zha- wait, you beast!”, Wei Wuxian struggled to escape Lan Wangji’s demanding lips. The man only bit his lips in retaliation and pressed harder against his rim. Wei Wuxian let out a helpless moan, but managed to catch his breath.
“I can’t believe you, Lan Zhan”, he panted, his heart struggling to escape his chest: “You cheat!”
Lan Wangji minutely cocked his head, looking infuriatingly innocent.
“Don’t pretend not to know! How can I test your focus, if you devour me down like that, huh?”
“Mn, Wei Ying’s loss”, the man only blinked at him slowly, like Wei Wuxian was being particularly slow-witted tonight. How infuriating! Wei Wuxian puffed up.
Lan Wangji once again pressed against his rim and oh! Oh, the silk was really going a bit in. Wei Wuxian could feel even his thick face glow red at the realization. Meanwhile, strong hands pushed him closer, and Wei Wuxian’s hip thrust again Lan Wangji’s and his very, very hard cock… Oh. This focus thing was actually really hard.
But he wouldn’t lose!
The small reprieve had gotten him the air he needed to think, and he wasn’t going down that easily.
Boldly, he reached down and pulled Lan Wangji’s cock free of its confines. He slid down, out of Lan Wangji’s lap, until he was face to face with said cock. In the far reaches of his mind, he noticed Lan Wangji move his guqin to the side, so he could lie down unhindered. Ever the gentleman, his Lan Zhan.
Wei Wuxian stared at the magnificent specimen in front of him. He’d always liked Lan Wangji’s cock. The way it filled out so nicely in his hands, red and oh so hot, radiating heat against his face, and then there was the size… Before knowing the wild ride that was having sex with Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have thought he would have liked a big cock, heck, he hadn’t known he was a cut-sleeve at all. However, once they’d both really gotten familiar with each other’s bodies (and introduced the miracle tool that is oil), Wei Wuxian had found himself enjoying the experience of being filled. Really filled. It didn’t really matter, if it were his hands, his face or his ass. Just that feeling of having his focus lightning sharp on one point of his body was always something that could push him past ecstasy. That and mercilessly teasing his dear Lan Zhan past his boundaries of curtesy.
Fortunately, Lan Wangji was plenty capable in both categories – being extremely cute and stubborn, when teased in bed, and of filling Wei Wuxian up plenty and more. Like everything else about him, Hanguang-jun’s cock was prodigious in size and equally prodigious in skills.
Such a cock could certainly not stand to be neglected!
Wei Wuxian leaned forward and licked a big, wet stripe up the cock, before blowing his hot breath on it. Lan Wangji released a helpless sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. A little startled and almost nakedly open in its wantonness.
“Eager tonight, huh, Hanguang-jun”, Wei Wuxian sang, while he spread his saliva with his hand. Still far too dry to get a proper glide, but certainly enough to provoke the dragon lying in wait. Lan Wangji’s eyes were blazing.
“Don’t look at me like that now. You were the one, who wanted to start our game again. So, play then, show the skills of the peerless Second Jade of Lan”
Lan Wangji’s brows were set, and he moved a hand to his guqin. So stubborn!
“Meanwhile”, Wei Wuxian angled Lan Wangji’s cock right in front of his mouth “I’ll play the ‘flute’. Let’s see, who loses this duet”
Without further preamble he leaned down and slid his lips down Lan Wangji’s cock. Faintly he heard Lan Wangji making a choked-off sound, but he was focused on the glide, the feeling of his massive member sliding against the flat of his tongue. Really enjoying the feel of every ridge and vein he came across. The slightly bitter salt of his precum. He hollowed out his cheek and let it be lathered by his saliva, getting proper wet and slippery, before he slid it partway down his throat. Not a lot, just a future promise, before he released it with a filthy, wet pop.
Just then he realized that not only was Lan Wangji not playing, he had never even begun. Instead, he was staring at Wei Wuxian with wide eyes and the cutest, red ears, looking deliciously bullied.
Wei Wuxian would never have thought that being skilled at giving head was something he would proudly proclaim, but somehow here he was. Somehow, despite all their many couplings this was one thing that always got his husband, made him even more speechless than he normally was. And maybe Wei Wuxian couldn’t claim to be the greatest at this to ever walk the earth, but when it came to Lan Wangji, there was no doubt about his skills. Lan Wangji was normally a man, who enjoyed feeling in control in bed, but when Wei Wuxian swallowed him down, he became surprisingly docile. Cute even.
And here Hanguang-jun was again, completely forgetting their game in his stupor. That would technically make Wei Wuxian the winner for the second time, wouldn’t it?
But as he looked at his husband’s flushed face, he couldn’t make himself stop, even to gloat.
He leaned in and kissed Lan Wangji’s cock tenderly, before looking up at the man himself with a challenging glint in his eyes. Somehow that seemed to shake Lan Wangji out of his daze, and his fingers strummed the first few notes to a song that Wei Wuxian recognized as an ode to summer storms - fast and challenging, the opening almost aggressive.
Perfect.
His lips parted around Lan Wangji’s cock, and his soft and tender mouth enveloped it so completely that Wei Wuxian felt its rock-hard heat to his fledgling core. He couldn’t wait to get it inside him proper, his hips twitched forward at the thought, but until then he would serve his Hanguang-jun well. He bobbed his head a few times experimentally, before he relaxed his throat around the hardness, swallowing down the heat with practiced ease. Lan Wangji sat still as a rock, his back ramrod straight, while his fingers caressed the strings in a flurry of notes. Outwardly completely calm, but Wei Wuxian felt the tension in his legs clearly - laid out over his lap, as he was – and with every bob of his head, he felt a small counter-thrust beneath him.
Lan Wangji’s position made for awkward playing with both of his hands, and after a while he abandoned the notion to play solely with his right. Somehow, the song didn’t suffer at all, but well, that was Hanguang-jun for you – peerless playing, despite Wei Wuxian knowing, how close his control had been to snapping the entire time. His left hand ended up lying on his lap, restlessly clenching the air, whenever Wei Wuxian swallowed around his cock. Finally, Wei Wuxian had mercy on him, reached out for the lonesome hand and placed it in his hair.
At first it only rested against his head, gently carting his fingers through Wei Wuxian’s ponytail, lovingly as if handling the most precious strings. Wei Wuxian felt his heart clench painfully and his whole body itch. The feeling of being so treasured always rubbed against him in the most irksome, yet pleasurable way. Always slightly unexpected. And here in Lan Wangji’s hand he truly felt like a most treasured being.
At least until Lan Wangji clenched his hand and grabbed his hair by the fistful, and without further warning roughly pressed his head down. Wei Wuxian felt the massive member slide forcefully down his throat, which clenched around it instinctively.
He came up for air with a gasp, locked eyes, and said with a rough voice: “Do that again”
Always one to please when it came to Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji tightened his grasp and once again lined Wei Wuxian’s mouth up with his cock. Said mouth complied easily and shapely lips enveloped the intruder lovingly. Once he had Wei Wuxian all lined up, and where he wanted him, he started thrusting up into his mouth. Slowly, almost gently at first, entirely unlike that first rough thrust, but soon he picked up the pace.
Wei Wuxian let himself be led, thrived on Lan Wangji snapping enough to grasp for control like this. He swallowed around him every time he slid down his throat, and savoured each grunt and restrained moan that slipped from his dear Hanguang-jun’s lips. The man looked like he dearly wanted to close his eyes and just ride the high, but he hung on, clung to the song his right hand was still playing. Still wanting to win their silly little game.
He wouldn’t though – not like this. Wei Wuxian felt Lan Wangji’s thighs tense underneath him and knew that the man was this close to coming. And even the peerless Hanguang-jun could not keep his focus, while in the throes of pleasure…
But just as Wei Wuxian felt sure in his victory, he felt himself roughly being pulled off - only to see Lan Wangji’s strained, almost pained expression. The man breathed evenly through his nose, big measured breaths, as he clung to his restraint.
“Ah-ah, Hanguang-jun”, Wei Wuxian sing-songed and sat up again. “Why so stubborn? Not going to come once even to reward your Wei Ying?”
He teasingly slid a finger up the poor cock, clearly engorged and aggressively red. The veins were marked and it felt so, so hot against his skin.
Lan Wangji stared at him with the mien of a combatant steeling himself for a duel. Instead of answering, he drew Wei Wuxian close with a strong arm – effectively trapping his teasing hand between them. Wei Wuxian wriggled a bit in vain and was delighted to find himself trapped.
“Er-gege! So naughty!”
He leaned fully into his captor, against that broad, hard chest, and reached up with his free arm to grasp teasingly at the Lan ribbon. He caressed it lovingly between his fingertips.
“Maybe it’s time for this to come off, mm?”
He licked his lips in anticipation at the hungry look in Lan Wangji’s eyes, felt that hard, hard cock still trapped between them.
“Mm”
That was all the assent that Wei Wuxian needed to tug firmly at the ribbon, which untied smoothly as always and fell down in a graceful arch following his hand. Wei Wuxian loved, how Lan Wangji looked without his ribbon. There was something… wild… about him with his hair loose and his forehead bare. He knew that the ribbon was only symbolic, yet he couldn’t help but feel like he was unleashing some powerful, hungry beast, when he untied it.
While Wei Wuxian was preoccupied by the forehead ribbon, Lan Wangji reached behind him into one of the cupboards and finding one of the many small jars of oil, he had hidden around the Jingshi.
Suddenly Wei Wuxian was ripped out of his ribbon reverie, when he felt two slick fingers slide down his backside.
“Hanguang-jun.” he squealed in abject delight: “Where are you even hiding those?! Were you expecting to ravage me here all this time?”
Lan Wangji leaned forward to capture his lips, tongue beseeching and demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of himself on Wei Wuxian.
“Mm”, he only let out with a decidedly smug look on his face.
Wei Wuxian wanted to object to such smugness, yet he couldn’t help but feel entranced at that beautiful near-smile that lifted the edges of Lan Wangji’s mouth. He wanted to touch it. Not that Lan Wangji gave him the time to object, before he sealed Wei Wuxian’s loud mouth once again.
Meanwhile his fingers had found, what they searched for, and he started petting the furl of skin, sliding his fingers in and out of Wei Wuxian’s cheeks, rubbing the oil in and making Wei Wuxian’s entire backside quite slippery.
Wei Wuxian breathed out heavily through his nose, while all his small sounds were swallowed by Lan Wangji’s insisting mouth. His fingers slid slowly over his hole, pressing inwards, but never quite breaching. This combined with the slow, teasing way he let his fingers slide between his cheeks, like the mere act was enjoyable in itself, was slowly driving Wei Wuxian mad.
The man was fucking him with his tongue just fine, so why couldn’t he just jump him and take him already?!
Maybe Wei Wuxian should just push him down…
Before he could make good on his idea, he finally felt a long, experienced finger slowly pierce him. The slick finger pushed inside him in one long, smooth motion. Insistently burying itself deep within him, before withdrawing a bit – only to dig deeper again. But still slow. Slow, like Lan Wangji was making a point.
It was only then that Wei Wuxian noticed the that music in the background was still there. Slower now, a lull in the storm that the piece portrayed, and even more maddingly in sync with the finger currently caressing his insides.
Lan Wangji – the mad man – was still making good on their competition, playing Wei Wuxian just as well as his guqin, pushing him to make needy sounds of impatience that mixed with the slow strums of the strings, which combined made for an eerily arousing piece.
It sounded like a song that a huli-jin might play to seduce its intended target.
Slow, heady, each heavy breath mixing with another strum, each whine accentuated to the fullest.
Wei Wuxian almost felt embarrassed then. Somewhat embarrassed that he most certainly was losing this game of theirs, but even more so hearing his own voice in such an arousing composition.
But before he could voice his complaints to Lan Wangji out loud, the song changed character. The tempo rapidly increased, and Lan Wangji’s finger stroked him in precise time. It wasn’t long, before it settled on that tight nerve of pleasure inside him, and Wei Wuxian felt a sharp moan being ripped out of him.
Lan Wangji’s finger quickly withdrew, and Wei Wuxian immediately wanted to complain, but it swiftly returned slicker than before and joined by another long finger. They both slipped in smoothly with a very indecent, wet sound.
There wasn’t much of a preamble, before the fingers dug into, pressing, swirling, sliding deep – so very deep – spreading Wei Wuxian’s insides, until he felt the tiniest breath of cold air slip inside. And the sounds. The wet, slippery sounds as the slicked-up fingers continued to fuck him. The oil spreading slickly over his insides, sliding in and out with the movements of the fingers, while the excess dripped beneath him. The sounds were pushing him fully into embarrassment, and he pushed further into the firm safety of Lan Wangji’s chest, hiding his face in the nape of his husband. His fist grasped the forehead ribbon tightly and he felt his ears burn. To think that he – the notorious Wei Wuxian – should blush like a maiden from something so minor!
Lan Wangji leaned down and kissed his burning ear gently, so very unlike his insisting fingers – the contrast so exquisite that it was almost unbearable.
“Lan Zhan!”, Wei Wuxian whined into his neck: “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, this isn’t fair! Not fair at all – hnng – how can you do this to me-AH!”
Lan Wangji took the opportunity to add a third finger and relentlessly bully that tight place of pleasure inside. Wei Wuxian gasped for breath, as his hips lurched forward helplessly. His cock slid against the hard surface of Lan Wangji’s muscles, but every other twitch he felt it – Lan Wangji’s own rock-hard cock. Twitching, so very hard and hot.
Wei Wuxian pulled himself together and stretched upward, catching Lan Wangji’s ear with his teeth, before whispering: “Lan Zhan, Er-gege, don’t you want to be inside me already? Let’s call it a draw, ah?”
The fingers stilled inside him, and Wei Wuxian was able to finally catch his breath. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji was clearly struggling between his competitiveness and his urge to finally fuck Wei Wuxian properly. Well, Wei Wuxian might as well tip the balance.
“Er-gege, come inside. I feel so empty”, he breathed hotly into his ear and leaned back to see the effect of his work.
The words were ludicrous, beyond shameless, but Wei Wuxian was nothing if not experienced in throwing all shame to the wind. And it was worth it for the blank, stunned look of his Hanguang-jun, whose blush was slowly creeping beyond the ears and beginning to dust his lovely cheeks as well.
Wei Wuxian smiled cheekily, no longer caring about the game at all beyond getting Lan Wangji’s restraint to crack enough that the man would finally let go and bed him properly. Or bend him over his work table. It didn’t terribly matter, as long as he got that hot cock inside him already.
Lan Wangji’s fingers stilled the strings of his guqin, and silence filled the room.
It was only broken by the heavy breathing of Wei Wuxian, slowly coming down from a high that almost felt painful. The break in action only worsened the itch he had inside, the need to just grab Lan Wangji already. But the man in question was so eerily silent. Then, much to Wei Wuxian’s dismay, he removed his fingers from inside him and cleaned them on a nearby cloth. He reached out for Wei Wuxian’s hands and plucked the forehead ribbon, and for a short moment, Wei Wuxian almost feared that Lan Wangji was actually going to put an end to tonight’s tryst for some reason. But then Lan Wangji smoothened out the white fabric and in one swift movement gathered Wei Wuxian’s wrists behind his back with one hand and bound them tightly together with the other.
Wei Wuxian perked right up, as he tested the strength of his bindings. He did so love, when Lan Wangji tied him up like this. There was a swooping drop in his stomach of elation, whenever Lan Wangji restricted his movements and his control. Tied up and on his knees - feeling so utterly at Hanguang-jun’s disposal…
“Oh Hanguang-jun, did you so much want to win our little game? Was it not enough to play me like a guqin?”, he licked a stripe up Lan Wangji’s ear, “To hear me moan at every twitch of your finger?”
But though his ears were burning, Lan Wangji’s brow was set, and he simply let out a resolute: “Mm”
“Pff, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Er-gege, I can’t with you!”, Wei Wuxian howled with laughter.
Lan Wangji just ignored the snickering mess that was the man in his lap and carted his fingers through his hair instead, nimble fingers quickly untying Wei Wuxian’s red ribbon and unleashing his long hair. Wei Wuxian stilled and looked at him.
Even now, even in a new body, the loose hair changed the air around him. No longer the careless malevolent spirit Wei Wuxian had carefully portrayed in the past, but still it matured him somewhat. Made him look more serious. And it made sensual, what was normally playful.
Wei Wuxian cocked his head to the side
“Are you feeling nostalgic tonight, husband?”, he mumbled.
Lan Wangji’s blush deepened, but he did not look away. He gently cupped Wei Wuxian’s face and caressed his cheek right beneath his eye. Wei Wuxian leaned into that familiar touch and closed his eyes. He didn’t mind lulls in the excitement like this once in a while. Despite having been so terribly keyed up earlier on, he understood that his husband needed this peace to collect himself, to express those thoughts he often kept locked up inside.
As expected, the silence was broken, when Lan Wangji quietly murmured: “If this one’s husband will indulge him”
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes to his beloved staring at him intently, blazingly, and how could he do anything other than smile and nod?
“Always”
He rubbed his lower body sensually against him, both men groaning as the unfulfilled aches between their legs suddenly demanded attention again.
“Lan Zhan is the only one that this one will always indulge”
At this something finally settled in Lan Wangji’s eyes. He grabbed the red ribbon and gently blindfolded Wei Wuxian.
As the world grew dark, Wei Wuxian’s senses grew sharper, and he was forced to focus on singular sensations:
The hot breaths filling the space between them, their faces surely close enough for kissing, but instead Wei Wuxian felt the small puff of exertion and excitement from Lan Wangji. The air felt intense, and Wei Wuxian knew that those golden eyes were catching every motion, every tiny little gasp that escaped his lips, as Lan Wangji grasped their cocks together in his big hand. The other landed on Wei Wuxian’s backside and pressed lightly against it – guiding Wei Wuxian’s hips, as he rocked forward into the tightness in front of him.
He felt every ridge, as he slid against Lan Wangji’s cock, felt it twitch, when he moaned loudly, and Lan Wangji let out a small huff every time. So naturally he did it more, delighted that even now, bound and guided, he could still affect his husband to this degree.
But naturally, his position meant that he could only do so much. Lan Wangji’s fingers splayed out on his ass and kept his hips rolling in a smooth rhythm. Sitting in the lap of such a musician, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but feel that he was still an instrument under the sure hands of Hanguang-jun. Only now he had abandoned the light-hearted ode to spring maidens and furious storms to instead play a symphony of pleasure.
And what could Wei Wuxian do but make the most pleasurable duet?
Suddenly, it all stopped though. Lan Wangji took his time, carefully pulling Wei Wuxian up and right against his chest, so that he was now sitting with his ass against Lan Wangji’s cock. His hand returned once again slick and without any preamble slid between Wei Wuxian’s cheeks, once more rubbing and slicking his backside up completely.
Wei Wuxian had no idea, what Lan Wangji was planning, and the blindfold kept him from even reading it from his face. It made him feel… vulnerable. Completely at the mercy of the man before him.
The man whose heartbeat was roaring through his chest, beating so strongly that Wei Wuxian almost felt like he had two hearts. The strong heartbeat both soothed and aroused him. It made him wonder just what his Er-gege was up to tonight to warrant such a strong response
And then Lan Wangji slid his cock between his cheeks, using them to slick himself up.
Every thrust was an infuriating, delectable tease. It slid past his sensitive rim, giving him just a glint of pleasure, before it faded again. But he did it again and again. As if this was enough for him. As if this was anywhere near enough for Wei Wuxian!
But still, he couldn’t help moaning at every thrust. It felt almost unwilling, like it was ripped from his pouting lips
The other hand returned to Wei Wuxian’s cock, enveloping it almost entirely and he felt every rough patch of skin on Lan Wangji’s beautiful hand. The pace was different now. Each stroke forceful and loaded with intent, his hand twisted at each stroke up, the way he knew could drive Wei Wuxian to come quickly. Wei Wuxian soon found himself in a maddening loop of Lan Wangji’s cock splitting his cheeks apart, forcing Wei Wuxian to rock forward and into the mercy of the hand instead.
Wei Wuxian panted and moaned his complaints, never quite managing to form the words he needed.
Cock, hand.
Cock hand.
The slide was good. The sensations so slick.
Wei Wuxian felt completely at his husband’s mercy, who sadly appeared to have none, as he twisted on a downward stroke, and Wei Wuxian came.
His entire body tensed up, and Lan Wangji paused, letting him lean completely into his chest, as he lightly massaged his shoulder.
“La.. Lan Zh… you beast”, Wei Wuxian managed to pant.
His world was still darkness, but he heard the smile in Lan Wangji’s voice, as he answered: “Mn”
“Does Lan Zhan really not need release? After all this time?”
At this, he rutted back against the cock still trapped between his cheeks. His only answer was the quiet.
He squeezed his cheeks slightly, effectively trapping Lan Wangji against him
“Really?”
Lan Wangji released one of his rare grunts, but still didn’t spring into action like Wei Wuxian wanted him to. Well, time to turn it up a notch.
“I know I married the Second Jade of Lan, but it appears that he has truly turned into jade.”, Wei Wuxian goated.
“Can it be”, he whispered and grinded back against that hard member that was being cruelly withheld from him, “that the Second Jade of Lan even has a jade coc-“
Suddenly, Lan Wangji’s slender fingers dug into the meat of his backside, as he pulled him away and up into the air. Furthermore, the fingers were spreading his cheeks wide apart, and Lan Wangji’s cock was rocking against his hole, spreading it just slightly, but never quite entering.
Wei Wuxian made an undignified squeal – half happiness and half indignity at the position he was being put in. He could only imagine how this position looked in the eyes of his dear Hanguang-jun: tied up and blindfolded, his hole spread out for all to see, and even though they were alone in the quiet of their own house, Wei Wuxian felt naked and seen. Like he couldn’t escape neither the hands nor the intense gaze that seemed to sear his skin. It had that slight tinge of unease, that slight touch of fear, he had found he enjoyed. Or rather he enjoyed it only at the hands of one man – the one he trusted above all else.
And if there was one person, he trusted to treat him well even at his most vulnerable, it was Lan Wangji.
While he had been contemplating his sexual relations to Lan Wangji, the man in question had decided to finally end the wait.
His hands held Wei Wuxian’s hips tight and started slowly pushing them down. Wei Wuxian gasped at that first breach. Even thoroughly prepared and slick beyond belief and reason, having his Hanguang-jun’s cock inside of him was an entirely different experience. It pierced him, hot and hard, sliding in, before being pulled out again the slightest bit – the barest reprieve – before Lan Wangji thrust it in again, this time a bit further.
While his hips continued these slow undulating rolls, his hands kept pressing Wei Wuxian’s hips down. The cock slid in, further and further, and Wei Wuxian felt every single thrust, every single inch, as he was being made to slide down the slick cock.
There was no escape. Wei Wuxian instinctually twitched in his bindings and rolled in Lan Wangji’s hands. He longed to hold him, to caress his face and kiss him. But he couldn’t even see his husband, he only felt those strong hands hold him down, digging into his skin, and that cock thrusting further and further into him. It was all he could focus on. His world narrowed down to these points of contact.
The room was being filled with his own moans and whines, and in the background were Lan Wangji’s more restrained groans. So slight that Wei Wuxian could barely hear him over himself. He longed to hear more, hear Lan Wangji talk to him.
“Say… Hanguang-jun, was… was thi-ah, do you dream, mng, of this too?”
Lan Wangji didn’t answer, but his thrusts became harder and more focused, almost as if he knew Wei Wuxian was about to utter only sexual nonsense and dirty nothings.
“Did you-hng-did… you want to, haa, do… this on Phoenix Mountain?”, Wei Wuxian finally managed to get out, despite Lan Wangji’s best efforts.
“… quiet”
“Ha! You did! Hanguang-jun you perv-AH”
Lan Wangji thrusts became rough. He was all the way in now, and his every thrust brushed against that bundle of nerves that made Wei Wuxian’s toes curl. Having already come once, Wei Wuxian felt fatigued enough that his thighs were already complaining from the strain, and he let his weight sink almost entirely into the hands that were bouncing him up and down.
“If you, ah, hate it so much, haa, why don’t you just Silence me?”, Wei Wuxian cajoled.
But he knew that Lan Wangji never would. For one reason or another, Lan Wangji would never use the silence spell on him in bed, no matter how much Wei Wuxian taunted and talked nonsense. Whether it was because he was against using the spell on his husband or secretly enjoyed his rambling and moans, more than he was willing to say, Lan Wangji would only silence his husband with his own lips.
Wei Wuxian was jarred out of his thoughts by a particular hard thrust.
“Your thoughts wander”, Lan Wangji’s voice rumbled, clearly petulant, and it tickled Wei Wuxian’s heart so much. If only he could see him.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhaan, won’t you untie your husband already, hmm?”
Lan Wangji however stayed quiet.
“Please?”
“… no”
Wei Wuxian gasped in indignation and wanted to whine, but soon he was gasping for entirely different reasons. Lan Wangji had grasped his bound hands and pulled him further back. The change in angle made his trust feel deeper, and soon Wei Wuxian’s high-pitched cries filled the room.
He felt completely bound, held tight and at the mercy of the hands holding him. He stopped squirming, as his thoughts grew thick and pleasantly hazy around the edges. All he could focus on were those hands keeping him still, holding him up, and the cock continuously thrusting up into him.
It was too much and too little all at once. It was the delicious feeling of being both caught and held.
And the sounds.
His voice rung loud and clear, and if he’d had half a thought to spare, he would pity any passerby hearing it. It was loud, almost reedy and in his own ears, it sounded embarrassingly needy. It mixed with the slick squelch, when Lan Wangji’s cock parted his cheeks and was swallowed by his hole. Wei Wuxian was sure his ears were burning, but Lan Wangji’s must be too!
If only he could see.
But he was stuck in Lan Wangji’s needy grasp. Lan Wangji leaned down, and as he thrust in, he bit Wei Wuxian’s neck.
Wei Wuxian released a broken cry.
“Whom does Wei Ying belong to?”, came the dark whisper close to his ear.
It was hard to focus on the individual words, but eventually Wei Wuxian managed to piece the sentence together.
“Ha…Hanguang-jun”
Lan Wangji thrust harder into him.
“Whom?”
“La-AH-Lan Wangji!”
But the thrusts came harder still, now focusing in on his most pleasurable spot.
“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!”, Wei Wuxian screamed, and Lan Wangji rewarded him with a breathtaking kiss.
“Mn”
He moved one hand to Wei Wuxian’s neglected cock, which had risen once again to full attention. Wei Wuxian yelped.
“Too… too deep, mng, Lan Zhan!”
Wei Wuxian let his body be moved to the everlasting rhythm of Lan Wangji’s hips thrusting into him, which had slowed down to a sweetly slow, but deep fucking, making him thrust into Lan Wangji’s hand in return. It was a continuous feedback loop of sensations, pleasure and just that tinge of pained “too much” at the edge. Wei Wuxian tried to lean forward, seeking comfort, but the strong hand held him back, held him at the angle that made every single thrust hit him deep, deep inside, sliding past the bundle of nerves that made his entire body light up in pleasure.
“Lan Zhan”, he pleaded, and Lan Wangji instantly gathered him in his arms.
“Mn, I am here”, Lan Wangji rumbled in his ear, sweetly kissing the edge of it.
Despite his sweet manners, his thrust did not slow down, rather he sped up again, thrusting in and out of Wei Wuxian’s hole with the measured focus of a musician playing towards his final crescendo. His hand on Wei Wuxian’s cock also sped up, pushing him further and further towards his second climax.
It was then that Wei Wuxian felt the familiar tightening in his husband’s hips, the clear signs that he was close, and at the edge of his hazy mind Wei Wuxian heard his own mouth running wild:
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you’re close, aren’t you? It feels good, doesn’t it? You’re so deep, I feel you deep inside, come, Lan Zhan, fill me up already, come for your Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian never could help himself, when it came to sex talk. He had one mouth, and what was it for, if not for talking?
Lan Wangji however grunted in clear concentration. Even blindfolded, Wei Wuxian could tell that his words were affecting him; his hips twitched and his rhythm faltered for just a moment.
“… be quiet”, Lan Wangji finally bit out, but still made no move to silence him with a spell.
“Make me”
Lan Wangji surged down and captured those disobedient lips, muffling Wei Wuxian’s scream, as he thrust straight into that place of pleasure. He swallowed down every gasp and moan, and Wei Wuxian felt a victorious surge.
The rush of victory was, what finally pushed him over the edge, and as his body tightened and spasmed, he felt Lan Wangji still with one final thrust, felt the familiar warmth filling his insides.
The Jingshi quieted down once again, only filled with the pants of the two men entangled inside. Wei Wuxian was gasping for breath and trying to get his bearings again, but the world was still dark, and he was still restrained from moving.
A drop of sweat rolled down his neck, and then Lan Wangji’s lips were there, chasing it down to his clavicle. He continued his journey up Wei Wuxian’s neck, where he settled to mark the skin.
Wei Wuxian felt the vague stirrings of arousal, but he was well-worn and well-fucked for the night and sighed: “Lan Zhan”
It was just his name, but Lan Wangji immediately understood. He sat up and got to work freeing his husband.
First the blindfold came off, and Wei Wuxian blinked hazily against the soft light. Then Lan Wangji untied the forehead ribbon, folding it neatly to the side, before taking Wei Wuxian’s wrists in his hands. He started gingerly massaging the aching wrists, being very mindful of the red and vaguely irritated skin, but not looking repentant in the least, Wei Wuxian noted.
Lan Wangji then fetched a small jar of ointment from his robes, something he seemingly carried around with him everywhere. Wei Wuxian appreciated the secret pervet that his upright, prestigious husband had hidden inside. Within him Lan Wangji hid a man, who was just as shameless as Wei Wuxian, if not more.
Wei Wuxian indulged him in this post-sex treatment, but as soon as Lan Wangji put the ointment away, he threw his arms around him.
“Hanguang-jun, you were cruel, you know?”, he mumbled, while he held him tight, “denying me this comfort the entire time”
Lan Wangji’s entire body softened, and he wrapped his arms around Wei Wuxian, shielding his husband’s naked form from the world in his embrace.
Wei Wuxian felt the drowsiness set in, as he snuggled closer, Lan Wangji’s sleeves keeping him warm and comfortable. He considered just skipping the bed entirely and sleeping in Lan Wangji’s lap instead. The longer he thought about it, the more sensible it seemed, really.
“Bath first”, Lan Wangji said and moved to slip out of him.
“But Hanguang-juuuun”, Wei Wuxian whined, utterly unwilling to move.
Lan Wangji huffed, but it was a fond sound.
“Don’t laugh at me, Lan Zhan, you’ve wrecked me!”
He gestured towards his neck, where countless marks were blooming: “Look at this?! Was it not enough that I declared myself yours, huh? You had to bite me too?”
He leaned back and stared into those golden eyes, which were doing a good job of trying to escape. Lan Wangji was looking surprisingly repenting and meek, and Wei Wuxian felt his heart melt.
“Aaah, Lan Zhan, don’t look like that. It’s not like I mind showing the world I belong to you”
“… wrong”, Lan Zhan mumbled – mumbled even!
“Ah?”
“Wei Ying belongs to Wei Ying”, he said in a clear voice, clearly taking issue.
“Pff… hahahaha, oh Lan Zhan, you’re still such a fuddy-duddy sometimes”
He leaned closed and pecked him on the nose.
“Of course, I belong to myself, but I love being yours as well, you naughty man”, he said caressing Lan Wangji’s ears, which were once again blazing red, despite everything they had done, “Lan Zhan also belongs to me too, right?”
“Mn”
“Then that’s that”, Wei Wuxian said with a shrug, “We belong to each other and to ourselves”
He finished the last sentence with a yawn.
“And now, I think you should let your Wei Ying sleep”, he tried to snuggle back in, but let out a yelp, when Lan Wangji suddenly stood up in one fluid motion.
“Wha-Lan Zhan!”
“Mm, bath first”
“But Lan Zhaaan!”, Wei Wuxian whined.
Lan Wangji carried him towards the bath, a small smile adorning his lips.