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“I still can’t believe you never told me there were hot springs in the Cloud Recesses,” Wei Wuxian said with a little huff. There was no heat in his voice at all, but how could there be? It was a cool night, he was walking along a forest path with his husband (sneaking out past curfew actually), to visit the springs he’d learned about the day before, and he was quite pleased at the situation, even if he wished he’d known about this months ago.
“You didn’t ask,” Lan Wangji replied simply.
Which... was a fair enough response, Wei Wuxian supposed. Lan Wangji’s personality, after all, was the type that if he wasn’t asked, he wasn’t likely to say anything, and Wei Wuxian had never even thought to ask.
“You’re right,” Wei Wuxian admitted, before continuing in a teasing tone, “but you could have saved me the embarrassment of not knowing. I had to be corrected by Jingyi, of all people. Do you know what it’s like to be corrected by Jingyi?”
Wei Wuxian had been out with the juniors the day before, lurking through the back mountains to see what trouble they could stir up--which ended up being quite a bit. After disturbing several monster nests, and getting knocked around more than any of them would like to admit, they headed back, a bit worse for the wear, and he’d heard Jingyi say to the other juniors that they should go to the hot springs after dinner.
Of course, after spending a few teenage months here, and now living here with Lan Wangji on and off for the better part of the last nine months, Wei Wuxian was only aware of the meditative cold springs he’d known Lan Wangji to visit from time to time, and he’d asked Jingyi if that was what he’d meant... only to get quite a look in return, an expression that clearly said, “how do you not know this?” before Jingyi repeated that he did indeed mean hot springs, which the other junior disciples all backed up.
This led to Wei Wuxian asking Lan Wangji about it later, being floored to find out that it was true, which in turn led to Wei Wuxian’s insistence that they go as soon as possible.
Lan Wangji shot him a disapproving look at the question, and Wei Wuxian laughed, grabbing onto Lan Wangji’s arm. “Stop, stop, you know I’m kidding,” he assured. He found it sweet how protective Lan Wangji could be of the junior disciples--though it was fair to say Wei Wuxian felt protective of them too. Jingyi just made it too easy and too fun to tease him sometimes. He continued on, still joking, “Jingyi is very smart and I love him as much as I love any of our children.”
Lan Wangji just sighed softly, mostly used to Wei Wuxian’s humor by this point, and continued leading them towards the hot springs. It wasn’t a place he went very often, honestly, as it was a place used mostly for relaxing and light socializing, which was never something he’d played a major part in. The cold springs, meant solely for meditation and healing, and which were far less popular than the hot springs, had always been his preference. But if Wei Wuxian wanted to see the hot springs, Lan Wangji had no reason not to take him there.
He had specifically decided it was something to break curfew for though. He couldn’t say for sure that Wei Wuxian had ulterior motives, but... he did almost always have ulterior motives, and Lan Wangji would rather not run the risk of being discovered. Although, even if this trip was meant to be entirely innocent, Lan Wangji would still rather enjoy the privacy of knowing that nearly everyone would be asleep at this point. And hopefully, whoever was patrolling tonight would... keep their distance.
It didn’t take long to reach the hot springs themselves, a grouping of a handful of pools of various sizes, all separated from one another by natural rock formations and some added fencing. Lan Wangji led Wei Wuxian to one the smaller pools, one of the ones designated specifically for senior sect members, closed the gate behind them once they were inside, and lit the handful of lanterns around the sides of the area, casting a warm yellow light over the surface of the pool and compensating for the barely visible sliver of moon in the sky above them.
By the time the fifth lantern was lit, Wei Wuxian was already, eagerly, mostly undressed. His sash and robes had been tossed to lay over a rock, and he was barely maintaining his balance while in a hurry to tug his boots off. Lan Wangji shook his head and took it upon himself to fold Wei Wuxian’s clothes up properly for him, while Wei Wuxian slid out of his pants and moved towards the water.
Wei Wuxian let out a soft sigh as soon as his foot broke the surface, the hot water a perfect relief from the crisp night air, and it didn’t take long for him to descend fully into the spring. At its deepest point, the water came up to about the bottom of his rib cage, and without hesitating, Wei Wuxian let himself sink down into it. Another rush of breath escaped him as his head bobbed above the water and he turned back to look at Lan Wangji, who was in the process of disrobing.
A grin spreading over his lips, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but watch. It didn’t seem to matter how many times, or how often Lan Wangji undressed in front of him, Wei Wuxian always wanted to watch, as much as he could. He loved his husband’s body, the firm lines of muscle beneath the pale skin, as beautiful as if he really were a statue carved from jade. He loved trailing his eyes down over his chest and arms, his hips, his cock, his thighs, and calves, eyes never quite sure where to stay, and knowing that all of it was on display for him to look. And though the brand on Lan Wangji’s chest and the whip scars that littered Lan Wangji’s skin had initially filled him with more guilt than he could bear... Lan Wangji had made it clear months ago that his regret wasn’t in the scars, but in not being willing to risk them sooner, before it was too late, and that he didn't want Wei Wuxian to guilty over them. Since then, Wei Wuxian had been choosing to see them as... reminders of Lan Wangji’s devotion to him, rather than something to feel culpable for.
Tonight... Wei Wuxian knew exactly where he wanted his eyes to linger as Lan Wangji folded up his own clothes and laid them near Wei Wuxian’s.
If Lan Wangji noticed his staring (Wei Wuxian doubted he hadn’t), he didn’t react to it, taking his time and moving at his standard pace, which means Wei Wuxian got quite a lot of staring in before Lan Wangji stepped into the spring, submerging his lower half beneath the glossy surface of the water.
Instead of moving towards him, Lan Wangji moved to the long wall of the spring, where a bench was carved into the rock beneath the water, and he took a seat, the water coming up to cover just the bottom most portion of his chest. He gave Wei Wuxian a little look that Wei Wuxian almost immediately interpreted as a request for him to come closer, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t possibly deny him.
He drifted over towards Lan Wangji, turning to sit beside him on the submerged stone ledge, and Lan Wangji’s arm naturally stretched behind him, resting on the edge of the spring and against Wei Wuxian’s upper back.
Wei Wuxian let out a slow sigh as he settled back against Lan Wangji’s arm and chest, letting his neck go loose to flop his head back against Lan Wangji’s shoulder. He did take a few minutes to enjoy the hot spring, but he could hardly call it relaxing, as his thoughts were very much fixated on his husband sitting naked beside him, and exactly what he wanted to do to him, and more importantly, have done by him.
His hand slid over to Lan Wangji’s thigh after a moment and started to teasingly work itself up his legs towards his intended location, but before it had arrived, Lan Wangji was saying his name in a particular tone, “Wei Ying.”
It wasn’t a scolding or warning tone, really--Wei Wuxian was good enough at recognizing when he was being told no, and this wasn’t it. This tone was just... resigned, as if Lan Wangji was disappointed in himself for not being willing to admit to himself all along why Wei Wuxian really wanted to visit the hot springs.
Wei Wuxian grinned a little, turning his head to press a kiss to the corner of Lan Wangji’s jaw as he replied back, “Lan Zhan~”
When Lan Wangji shook his head, it took on an air of defeat, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help laughing. He turned easily beneath the water, half-weightless, to drape his legs over Lan Wangji’s lap, and his arms followed suit to encircle Lan Wangji’s neck as he nuzzled in close.
Lan Wangji closed his eyes, tilting his jaw just slightly as Wei Wuxian’s mouth pressed to the skin, letting him do as he pleased. Lan Wangji was usually the one using his mouth on Wei Wuxian’s neck, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like this too. Wei Wuxian’s lips were warm and a little wet as he pressed kisses to the skin, until eventually his tongue was flicked against his neck at the end of each soft kiss--after teasing for a bit, Wei Wuxian chose a spot down near Lan Wangji’s collar bone to latch his mouth on and start sucking and teething lightly.
Lan Wangji took a slow breath in and out, though his control could only go so far. Having Wei Wuxian naked and in his lap, having Wei Wuxian’s mouth on his skin--particularly when he grazed his teeth--was quick to cause a reaction in him. His breathing picked up the tiniest bit, barely noticeable, though the much more obvious difference... was one Wei Wuxian would have no choice but to be aware of as it started to press up against the thigh that was on top of it.
He certainly took his time in teasing the spot, and after a few minutes, the wet kisses trailed back up his neck until Wei Wuxian’s mouth had found his ear and decided to nibble on that instead.
“Er-gege~” Wei Wuxian teased in that cutesy little voice, the pet name and tone doing nothing to help suppress the heat that was slowly rising beneath his skin. He felt Wei Wuxian wiggling his hips purposefully in his lap, as he continued, “Someone’s already quite excited, aren’t they?”
All Lan Wangji did was take another slow breath, his face mostly neutral, but that was all he needed to do for Wei Wuxian to start laughing.
“Mm, well, what kind of husband would I be to just leave you like this? How about this,” Wei Wuxian hummed in a soft seductive voice near his ear, nipping at the lobe again. “I spent so much time swimming in the lakes around Lotus Pier growing up, you know... Have I ever shown you how long I can hold my breath?”
“You haven’t,” Lan Wangji replied simply, already having a clear picture of what Wei Wuxian was planning with just that one question.
“Let me change that then,” Wei Wuxian replied. He moved slowly off of Lan Wangji’s lap and his hand was quick to move back into its previous position beneath the water. Lan Wangji’s body stiffened slightly and his cock stiffened considerably as Wei Wuxian’s hand wrapped around it.
His strokes were teasingly slow as his mouth made another journey south, kissing and licking along Lan Wangji’s jawline, down his neck, dragging his tongue over Lan Wangji’s adam’s apple and then down to the hollow of his throat--times like this were always the greatest test of Lan Wangji’s self-control. The two halves of his brain struggled for dominance, one desperate to end the teasing, to just flip Wei Wuxian around and take him as quickly as possible, while the other half of him wanted to let Wei Wuxian tease him, enjoying when his husband touched him in the ways he wanted. It was always a struggle, and Lan Wangji often felt it was easier to get through the mental battle if he just didn’t move at all--because any movement at all might make him lose his tightly enforced restraint.
He did open his eyes though as Wei Wuxian’s lip pressed over his sternum, making sure to watch as Wei Wuxian gave him a final grin before letting his head slip beneath the surface of the water.
Just a second later, Wei Wuxian’s lips pressed to the head of his cock before he quickly took him into his mouth, which was somehow even hotter than the water of the hot springs. Immediately, he felt the swirl of Wei Wuxian’s tongue around the head, felt him lapping at him as hungrily as he might lap at a swiftly melting bowl of frozen dessert. Lan Wangji’s hand gripped the edge of the pool (not daring to touch Wei Wuxian just now so that Wei Wuxian would have absolute control over when he’d need to come up), and he let out a rough breath, the velvety texture of Wei Wuxian’s skillful tongue quite a bit to take in, even before he felt Wei Wuxian suckling on it.
Lan Wangji hadn’t been counting (or hadn’t been capable of it), but it seemed like a shockingly long time before Wei Wuxian came up for air--and when he did, his head popped above the water just long enough to take two breaths in and out, his hand continuing to stroke in his mouth’s absence, before he was submerging himself again.
He took the head into his mouth once more, gave it another swirl of his tongue before quickly taking it in deeper. Lan Wangji felt Wei Wuxian’s lips pressed firmly around the shaft, felt the head of his cock brushing against the roof of Wei Wuxian’s mouth, and almost his throat as Wei Wuxian’s head bobbed, causing steady ripples across the surface of the water... and then after a moment, he was up for air, then back down again, his hand stroking a little faster... this time his mouth focused on sucking onto the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock; his lips latched on, he suckled lightly and prodded the tip of his tongue against it, because such light touches were all that were needed for a spot with so much sensitivity.
Though no one could have told what was happening by the only slight crease in Lan Wangji’s brow on his otherwise calm face, his ears and neck were pink and his breathing had become quite ragged.
Wei Wuxian appeared above the water once more, then back down, this time holding no punches, after just a brief pause to prod the tip of his tongue lightly to the tip of Lan Wangji’s cock, he quickly took Lan Wangji deeply into his throat, swallowing all but a tiny fraction of the shaft--a task that still left Lan Wangji in shock, even months later, considering he was aware enough of his size and how he compared to most, and just how much it was to take all at once.
His thoughts didn’t get very far though as the tight bit of Wei Wuxian’s throat suddenly squeezed around the head of Lan Wangji’s cock. His breathing huffed in a surprised and rather undignified way, body somehow going tighter as Wei Wuxian did it again, and again, the rhythmic swallowing motion around his cock all but driving him crazy, before he gasped a sharp warning, “Wei Ying.”
Though Lan Wangji was afraid that might not be enough, Wei Wuxian must have heard the thrum of his voice above the water, because his mouth quickly pulled back along the shaft, suckling firmly around the head for but a few seconds, before Lan Wangji sucked in a sharp breath and came with a softly strained exhale.
Somehow, Wei Wuxian managed to stay under a few extra seconds with his mouth still working on Lan Wangji’s cock, as if making sure to suck him dry, before his head bobbed to the surface of the water once more, giving Lan Wangji a grin that could easily be described as wicked.
Some days, Lan Wangji still couldn’t believe this was the man he fell in love with. There were any number of intelligent, handsome, talented, well-mannered, reasonable people he could have fallen for, and this was the only one that had ever stirred his heart and left a mark on his soul. This was the one he’d chosen to exclusively love for the rest of his life.
Lan Wangji didn’t regret it, not one bit. He just couldn’t say he understood it.
It finally felt safe to let go of the stone edge he’d been gripping and his hand trailed down to Wei Wuxian’s chin, slowly guiding it up, pulling him out of the water and back into his lap. He pulled Wei Wuxian close for a kiss as he pushed back some of the wet hair sticking to Wei Wuxian’s face. Their lips pressed together, on and off for a few seconds as they both took a few steadying breaths, before Wei Wuxian’s lips parted and Lan Wangji’s tongue slipped past them. The kiss was lightly salty, lightly bitter, though whether that was his own taste on Wei Wuxian’s lips, the minerals from the hot springs, or both, he couldn’t say.
Wei Wuxian hummed against Lan Wangji’s mouth as he settled his ass on Lan Wangji’s thighs, wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck as he trailed stray droplets of water in his hair and across his skin. He shivered at the cool air against his skin now that he was back above the water, and he was a little light-headed from the effort to stay under for so long, and from his own arousal at performing for Lan Wangji.
He edged his hips forward, his own erection brushing up against the firm skin of Lan Wangji’s stomach, sucking in a soft breath through his nose just to have a little contact as Lan Wangji’s tongue dipped deep between his lips. His arms wrapped tighter around Lan Wangji’s neck, and Lan Wangji’s hands didn’t take much time at all to start roaming. A minute later, Wei Wuxian felt Lan Wangji’s fingers at his chest, where his thumb started rubbing circles around his nipple, flicking back and forth across it leisurely, while the other hand moved down to Wei Wuxian’s hip and thigh, kneading along the flesh with his strong hand.
Wei Wuxian moaned softly. He was already warm from the spring, it was hard to tell where the heat from the water ended and the heat from the arousal began, and he couldn’t say he was bothered enough to find out, just letting the warmth settle around his brain like the buzz from a good liquor as he let Lan Wangji’s tongue invade his mouth and his hands explore his body.
The hand on his nipple eventually starting to twist and tug, drawing out quicker, shorter breaths, the soft pulls sending ripples of arousal through him; it wasn’t long at all before he was squirming gently in Lan Wangji’s lap, could feel Lan Wangji’s cock rising eagerly to the occasion beneath him once more.
Wei Wuxian broke away from the kiss after a minute to capitalize on his chance to explore Lan Wangji’s neck with his mouth once more. There were still a good dozen hickeys of various stages of healing on his own neck, so Lan Wangji’s instinctual need to mark him was surely sated enough that it gave Wei Wuxian a chance to leave a few of his own. Though it wasn’t something he did frequently, it was something he liked, though he was usually careful to restrict his own mark-making to areas that would be hidden below the line of Lan Wangji’s clothing, since Lan Wangji actually had important official duties from time to time, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Lan Wangji’s reputation.
This time though... there wasn’t anything really important coming up as far as Wei Wuxian knew, so his mouth latched onto a spot a little bit below Lan Wangji’s ear as he started sucking and grazing his teeth over the patch of skin. It caused him a particular bit of delight as he heard Lan Wangji’s breath hitching for him again. He was always so greedy for any reaction he could drag out of Lan Wangji, any break in his composure, even when it was something so small as a raised eyebrow or a hitched breath. He loved making Lan Wangji lose control--he loved that Lan Wangji could let himself lose control around him.
His teasing drove Lan Wangji’s actions forward. Wei Wuxian was feeling nearly satisfied with the current mark he was making when the hand on his thigh slid back towards his ass instead, and in one smooth motion Lan Wangji’s fingers were pressed between his cheeks... though it seemed Lan Wangji had decided to do some of his own teasing as his fingertips rubbed the length of the space up and down a few times, while each casual drift past his entrance made Wei Wuxian suck in soft breath against Lan Wangji’s neck.
Wei Wuxian’s mouth slid down a few inches, starting a new mark, and Lan Wangji’s fingertips slowly traced their way back to Wei Wuxian’s entrance. Wei Wuxian moaned softly as he felt them pressing circles around it, kneading up and down, Lan Wangji dragging the length of his slender fingers across it, even applying a bit of pressure with a fingertip, but not pressing inside.
Wei Wuxian arched his hips back impatiently into Lan Wangji’s fingers, the anticipation and need slowly creeping up his spine the longer Lan Wangji teased. He bit down a little harder on Lan Wangji’s neck before releasing the skin and just pressing his face there instead, he panted softly and said with a pout, “Lan Zhan, you tease.”
Lan Wangji huffed out a soft breath, a sound that, by now, Wei Wuxian unmistakably recognized as a laugh. It was such a rare, wonderful sound from Lan Wangji that Wei Wuxian felt a dazed grin spreading over his lips, and when he turned his head to glance up, he could see the slight curve of a smile at the corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth.
Immediately, Wei Wuxian lifted his head and pressed a quick, sloppy kiss to Lan Wangji’s mouth, a soft laugh shaking his chest, before he pulled back to ask with fake accusation, “Hey, what’s so funny?”
What was funny was Wei Wuxian having the audacity to accuse anyone else of teasing-related crimes, they were both well aware of that. Lan Wangji didn’t need to say anything for them to both know it, but he kissed Wei Wuxian softly, his fingers still rubbing across Wei Wuxian’s entrance without penetrating, and replied, “You.”
“Me?” Wei Wuxian replied dramatically. He would have outright laughed if he wasn’t feeling so desperate, but as it was, he was still grinning brightly as he mumbled against Lan Wangji’s lips. “How dare you. Here I am in your lap, eager and ready for you, and I can’t even call you a tease without getting laughed at.”
“That’s correct,” Lan Wangji agreed--at which point Wei Wuxian did let out a breathless laugh, before again, fruitlessly attempting to press down against Lan Wangji’s fingers, which then slid down further to the perineum, rubbing his fingers firmly into the spot and sending a strong wave of pleasure crashing into him.
“Lan Zhan,” he whined, gripping Lan Wangji tighter, before deciding to bite Lan Wangji again, as if it were some sort of retaliation instead of just cause for more amusement.
“Perhaps I misunderstood,” Lan Wangji said, the mirth evident in his voice as he pressed a kiss to the side of Wei Wuxian’s head. His voice near Wei Wuxian’s ear, he instructed in a low purr, “Tell me what you want.”
Though Wei Wuxian was bold enough to say whatever it was he wanted to say, there was still something thrilling in being ordered to say it, and he felt a little chill run down his spine as he requested, slightly breathlessly, “Put your fingers inside.”
Lan Wangji didn’t say anything in reply, but just a second later, his fingers dragged across the skin on their way back up to Wei Wuxian’s entrance and started to gently prod inside.
Wei Wuxian sucked in a breath at the stretch, let it out with a moan of relief and delight. Having been beneath the water for so long, Lan Wangji’s fingers felt warmer than usual, which was a strange, but welcome sensation... though he noticed that after Lan Wangji’s fingers were about halfway in, they stopped, and Wei Wuxian was almost frustrated until he realized with a pained laugh what Lan Wangji was doing.
“Thrust them,” Wei Wuxian said next, and of course, Lan Wangji’s fingers started thrusting, a nice smooth in and out motion. Wei Wuxian let his body relax, eyes closing as he let his face rest in the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck as he just... enjoyed the sensation, the soft stretch, the heat of the water against his rim, and the heat that rose off of the water towards his chest and face. There was something almost soothing about Lan Wangji’s fingers moving in him like this, like it’s where they were meant to be. It was a thought that Wei Wuxian often found himself thinking whenever Lan Wangji was inside of him, whether it was his tongue or fingers or cock, it just felt like Lan Wangji belonged there, and it was a deeply satisfying feeling.
Eventually, his hips started to rock in Lan Wangji’s lap as the desperation began to climb, began demanding more--though it seemed Lan Wangji wasn’t just going to give it to him this time. But Wei Wuxian already understood the game they were playing, and though he felt a little bit of heat on his cheeks needing to ask for it, he said, “Deeper.”
Immediately, Lan Wangji’s fingers pressed in more firmly, then continued thrusting like they had before, until, Wei Wuxian said, “faster,” at which the pace of them picked up a little more.
Wei Wuxian’s breath was quickening, little by little, his hips rocking a little faster in time to the thrusts. It was a sweet torture to feel the pleasure building so slowly, to fight the urgent urges and hold them back as long as he could when it just felt so good to be fucked by Lan Wangji’s fingers.
“Add another finger,” Wei Wuxian said next, feeling his cheeks get a bit warmer, then, “open me up.” With as much as he gladly talked about Lan Wangji fucking him with any degree of detail, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why this was flustering him, except that Lan Wangji had never made him do it before, walk him through each step of the process of fingering him.
Lan Wangji’s fingers withdrew just enough to make room to nudge the third finger in, before he pushed them just as deeply inside, a few slow thrusts before Lan Wangji was resuming the previous pace, and Wei Wuxian was rocking his hips quicker, sending ripples across the surface of the spring and making it lap softly against the rock edges.
As Lan Wangji moved onto the next instruction, Wei Wuxian felt his fingers spreading apart--and he gasped as he felt the burst of hot spring water slipping inside the opening, his hips bucking a little. Lan Wangji’s fingers thrust a few more times, pressing in deeper, before pulling them apart and stretching Wei Wuxian open again, the heat of the water inside sudden and delightful.
By the time Lan Wangji had repeated the motion a few times, Wei Wuxian was dizzy as he gasped for air, and his cock was starting to ache with the need of his arousal.
“Enough, enough,” he gasped, pressing his face harder into Lan Wangji’s skin, as if it could give him the relief he sought, “I want your cock inside, please, I can’t take any more.”
Wei Wuxian felt Lan Wangji’s fingers pulling out of him then, and he took a deep breath, sitting up, raising his hips as he felt Lan Wangji adjusting his cock beneath him, helped him pressed the head to Wei Wuxian’s entrance, and Wei Wuxian lowered his hips enough to gently press the head inside as he sucked in a breath.
But no sooner was the head inside than Lan Wangji’s hands had found his hips and tugged Wei Wuxian sharply down into his lap as Wei Wuxian let out a soft cry at the spike of arousal from Lan Wangji’s cock piercing him so suddenly.
His mouth navigated quickly back to Lan Wangji’s mouth, as he clenched and released around the shaft a few times, making himself shiver each time with the size of it. Wei Wuxian had spent quite some time in the early months of their relationship, marveling over the shape and thickness of Lan Wangji’s cock, and marveling equally over how it could even fit inside of him. Between art and just growing up surrounded by other teens, Wei Wuxian had seen a fair share of cocks, and Lan Wangji’s was by far the most impressive--though, to be fair, Wei Wuxian was biased.
Lan Wangji’s tongue pressed quickly between Wei Wuxian’s lips. Wei Wuxian’s body already seemed to fit his cock so snugly inside, like two pieces made to be joined together, and when Wei Wuxian clenched tightly around him like he was doing now, or like he did during orgasm, it was enough to make Lan Wangji feel wild, the pressure and the heat stoking his arousal like the coals beneath a bonfire. His breathing was going ragged again as his hands tightened on Wei Wuxian’s hips, and he kissed Wei Wuxian deeply, as if that alone could keep his mind in one piece.
When Wei Wuxian’s hips finally started to move, rocking in his lap, he left out a firm breath through his nose as the arousal climbed quickly up his spine. Keeping still and letting Wei Wuxian do as he pleased was in some ways like trying to hold back a tidal wave, like it was too tremendous a task, even with as much control as Lan Wangji had. The heat and friction of his cock moving inside of Wei Wuxian’s tight heat chipped away little by little at his self-restraint, wanting nothing more than to adjust them into some position that would allow him to fuck Wei Wuxian with abandon, fuck him until he was begging to come, then begging to come again. Wei Wuxian’s voice was never more beautiful than when he was moaning and crying out for him, calling his name with desperation and arousal.
Lan Wangji managed to hold back for a few minutes, before his tightly dammed self-control started to crack and he had to do something--his hands tightened a bit more on Wei Wuxian’s hips and he started to increase the pace of Wei Wuxian’s thrusts, lifting him a bit off of his cock, before bringing his body down swiftly back into his lap. Wei Wuxian’s moans picked up and Lan Wangji swallowed every one of them, feeling Wei Wuxian’s arms tightening around him.
As soon as Lan Wangji’s hands started moving him, Wei Wuxian quickly went along with the new pace. He’d been aroused ever since he’d taken Lan Wangji’s cock into his mouth, so as far as he was concerned, his orgasm was long overdue. He moaned around Lan Wangji’s tongue, breaths coming sharp and quick through his nose as Lan Wangji’s hands gripped him tighter and his cock filled him again and again, a distinct burst of pleasure shooting through him every time Lan Wangji tugged him roughly down onto his lap and his cock filled him completely.
His moans climbed in pitch as the splashing of the water in the pool grew louder with their increased movements, as the pressure of the arousal built up--until it finally boiled over and Wei Wuxian released a sharp cry into Lan Wangji’s mouth, his hole clenching hard around Lan Wangji’s cock as Lan Wangji continued to fuck him through the wave of his orgasm.
No sooner had it passed than Lan Wangji was quite suddenly pulling Wei Wuxian off his cock, the emptiness unexpected and unwelcome, though in one swift notion, Lan Wangji had turned them--Wei Wuxian’s knees were on the stone bench where Lan Wangji’s had been sitting, his arms holding him on the ground outside of the pool, and Lan Wangji was behind him, hands on his hips.
Wei Wuxian already knew what was coming, but as Lan Wangji’s cock pierced him promptly, he still let out a surprised shout, letting his chest and face press to the cool stone outside of the spring. Lan Wangji’s hips started thrusting immediately, and Wei Wuxian was quickly left shuddering with a flood of overstimulation, Lan Wangji’s cock angled more pointedly towards the most sensitive spot inside in this position.
His breaths came as sharp and fast as Lan Wangji’s cock driving into him, each exhale tainted with a desperate sound despite Wei Wuxian making some attempt to keep his voice down at least a bit, considering some passing patrol might hear them--though the idea of being discovered bent over and getting fucked so thoroughly by his husband added a rush of excitement to something that was already exhilarating.
He loved it when Lan Wangji lost control like this, when his physical need to fuck Wei Wuxian recklessly overwrote everyone of his long-enforced sensibilities. Wei Wuxian drove Lan Wangji to it more often than not, he adored it, his senses all abuzz when Lan Wangji would take him roughly, desperately, as if there was nothing more he could possibly need in that moment than to fuck him senseless. Though the intimate stimulation right after an orgasm had once been overwhelming, Wei Wuxian had come to look forward to it, to need it--one orgasm hardly satisfied him anymore and he felt lucky that Lan Wangji’s endurance could easily carry him through two or three before he would reach his own.
Though he let this hole relax as Lan Wangji’s hips snapped faster, their bodies colliding with a loud splash of water, the rest of him quivered at the tense cascade of pleasure at each of Lan Wangji’s thrusts. Wei Wuxian quickly buried his face against his elbow to muffle the stream of his climbing cries. His hips arched back into Lan Wangji’s hands, needing, needing...
Lan Wangji let out a soft, guttural noise as Wei Wuxian felt the explosive heat of him spilling inside, and Lan Wangji’s hips slammed in deep, grinding forcefully against Wei Wuxian’s ass, until just a moment later, the torrent of pleasure and tension tormenting Wei Wuxian snapped, and he came again, moaning loudly against his skin.
Both their chests heaving, Lan Wangji’s grip on Wei Wuxian’s hips finally loosened. He slid his cock out and slowly leaned over Wei Wuxian’s back to wrap his arms around his chest and waist. He held him tenderly to his chest as he maneuvered them again, turning back around to sit on the bench once more, allowing Wei Wuxian to settle in his lap and leaning back against the wall to let them both recover.
Before either of them could so much as catch their breath, however, they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the gate and a younger voice asking, “I-is someone in there?”
Lan Wangji felt his heart freeze in his chest for a second--it wasn’t panic that he felt, but something akin to it, shock, or perhaps a strong displeasure. It wasn’t like he’d forgotten this was possible. They were outside, after all, and though the hot springs weren’t that close to the sleeping quarters, there were always a few disciples on patrol at night to prevent the breaking of curfew.
He took some small respite in thinking that the timing could have been worse, at least. Better now than two minutes ago.
While Lan Wangji was still considering his response, Wei Wuxian--who had started shaking with silent laughter almost immediately after the question--jumped in to relieve Lan Wangji of the duty.
“Lan Jingyi, is that you?” Wei Wuxian called back--and now that Lan Wangji thought about it, it did sound like Jingyi. The junior disciples all took turns as part of the patrol, and Lan Wangji hadn’t known that he’d be on duty for tonight.
Jingyi’s voice stuttered on the other side of the gate, but his reply wasn’t important as Wei Wuxian continued, “It’s just Hanguang-Jun and me. He had a very long day grading classwork, so we wanted to come have a soak before bed.”
“Then what was all that noise?” Jingyi replied quickly and suspiciously, though based on his tone, it was a question he wouldn’t have asked if it weren’t for his poor brain-to-mouth filter and the fact that it was Wei Wuxian’s voice he heard, because by now all the juniors had learned to have a certain bit of skepticism at anything Wei Wuxian told them.
Lan Wangji’s arms wrapped around Wei Wuxian a little bit tighter; he was shaking so hard with the efforts to suppress his laughter that Lan Wangji was half-afraid he would shake himself apart.
“We were....” Wei Wuxian had to take a breath to force out the words without laughing, “having a splash fight. All my fault, I started it.” He crumpled instantly after that, turning to bury his face against Lan Wangji, nearly about to burst from his efforts.
“We’ll be leaving shortly,” Lan Wangji finally managed to reply.
Upon actually hearing Lan Wangji’s voice, Jingyi seemed to straighten right out as he replied in a proper tone, “Y-yes, Hanguang-Jun! Sorry!”
His footsteps retreated quickly from the area, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Wei Wuxian lost it. He clung to Lan Wangji and buried his face against him as his laughter overflowed, going so far as to kick his legs wildly under the water in his utter glee.
After taking a grounding breath, even Lan Wangji couldn’t help but smile slightly, mostly because he really did not know what to do with his husband.
“Did you hear that?” Wei Wuxian finally managed through the tail end of his laughter, lifting his head to look at Lan Wangji and wiping away tears. “How quick his tone changed once you spoke? He didn’t believe me when I said you were here.”
Lan Wangji shook his head faintly. “He didn’t believe anything you said.”
“Yeah, that was bad,” Wei Wuxian admitted, settling bit by bit. He shifted in Lan Wangji’s lap just enough so that he could lay his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “I couldn’t think of anything else, and I figured a bad lie was better than the truth. Oh well. At least it was Jingyi and not Sizhui.”
Lan Wangji couldn’t help but think Wei Wuxian might as well have told the truth for how obvious it was what they were doing. He also didn’t have the heart to say that he’d be shocked if the news didn’t spread to all the junior disciples with the way teenagers talked, even in spite of their rules against gossiping, particularly because this was Jingyi. Lan Wangji could understand why Wei Wuxian might not want Sizhui to have discovered them, but if he had, their secret might have remained safe. Sizhui either would have known not to come to the gate, or would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone about what he’d discovered.
After taking another slow breath, Lan Wangji leaned in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s head, then settled back against the side of the spring. He closed his eyes and let himself relax for a bit, particularly as he felt Wei Wuxian relaxing in his lap. They had been discovered and there was nothing to be done about it now, so there was no point in stressing about it. If there were to be consequences, they would deal with them as they came. Lan Wangji had anticipated this might have been Wei Wuxian’s plan, after all, and he’d still escorted him out here. He’d accepted the risks and was willing to accept the consequences.
The two of them stayed that way for a little while longer, relaxed in the waters of the hot springs as Lan Wangji embraced Wei Wuxian, until eventually they’d recovered and felt ready to retire to the Jingshi for the night.
The next day, Lan Wangji couldn’t help but notice most of the junior disciples, Sizhui in particular, avoiding his gaze, and he didn’t have to ask to know that his assumption about the news spreading had come true. He also couldn't help but notice the few times their eyes would linger on the marks Wei Wuxian had left behind on his neck, though as soon as they were caught, their gaze flickered away with embarrassment.
It wasn’t something Lan Wangji cared enough about to look into, so he could never say who or how many people found out just what happened in the hot springs, and though Lan Qiren never approached him, his knowledge of the evening became evident as soon as Lan Wangji heard the hot springs would be closed for a week... for “cleaning.”