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Wei Wuxian has spent the past ten minutes trying to find Lan Wangji inside the Cloud Recesses. He wasn't in the Jingshi, nor was he in the Library Pavilion or even in the training grounds where he usually trains the Lan Juniors. He figures Lan Wangji must be in a meeting with his uncle and brother, discussing sect affairs. He couldn't find Lan Xichen anywhere either.
He has just gotten back from Caiyi Town. He had been roaming the town for a whole day as he had gotten bored with holing himself up in Cloud Recesses, bringing two jugs of Emperor's Smile with him, hidden in the sleeves of his robes. He tries to walk a bit slower, lest the clinking of the two jugs will be heard by disciples passing by him.
But the wine isn't the only thing he has bought today. He has bought something else for Lan Wangji, something he will greatly enjoy and he can't wait for his dear husband to try it.
Lan Zhan did tell me once, he wanted to try something...new. Wei Wuxian smiles, excitement thrumming in his veins.
He decides to go back to the Jingshi and wait for his husband there. He passes a few disciples on his way there, shooting them all an inconspicuous smile.
I wonder what their reactions would be, when they find out what I had bought into the grounds of Cloud Recesses, he thinks, sniggering to himself.
He enters the Jingshi and heads towards the center table, deciding to wash up and drink as he waits for Lan Wangji to arrive. Placing the two jugs and the thing on the table, he heads to the small adjacent bathroom and strips. He washes up quickly, the thought of drinking his favorite wine spurring him on.
He finishes and dresses himself with one of his clean inner robes, foregoing the pants, the red silk slightly clinging to his damp skin. He goes out of the washroom, drying his wet hair with a towel, not forgetting to grab the comb. He hangs the now wet towel and heads to the table.
Wei Wuxian’s past self would have just dropped the towel on the floor and left it there, but ever since he had married Lan Wangji, he had tried to change his messy ways. Lan Wangji likes the Jingshi clean, so the least Wei Wuxian could do—after all of what his husband has done for him—is to follow his wish of keeping their humble abode clean and doing his best to keep it that way.
He promptly plops down in front of the table and grabs a wine jug. He uncovers and sniffs it. Ahh, the sweet smell of good wine always makes him happy. He feels the warmth of the alcohol as it slides down his throat. Emperor’s Smile truly is the best wine he’s ever tasted.
As he combs the tangles out of his hair, his mind goes back to the other item he has brought with him. Picking it up, he examines it. Not too big, not too small. Just the perfect size for Lan Zhan~
He hides it under the table and allows his imagination to run wild. He can already feel his cock hardening, the silk brushing against his length and he shudders. Thinking about Lan Wangji in erotic positions—don’t forget the absolutely delicious fucked out sounds he makes—just really gets him going, okay?
He’s on the last drop of the first wine jug when the subject of his thoughts—dirty thoughts—finally enters the silent room.
The sight of his husband immediately brings a wide smile upon Wei Wuxian’s handsome face. He can't help it. Seeing the love of his life just makes tiny little fireworks go off in his tummy. The latter, upon seeing him, also gives his own version of a smile. A small quirk of those luscious pink lips. Oh, how jumpy Wei Wuxian's heart gets whenever Lan Wangji rewards him with one of those.
"Wei Ying, you are back," Lan Wangji says, closing the door behind him. He has a couple of scrolls, balanced on one arm while his other hand holds Bichen.
"Lan Zhan!~ I've been looking for you since I got back but I couldn't find you!" Wei Wuxian whines with a pout. “Give your poor husband a kiss, will you?”
Lan Wangji steadies the scrolls in his hand as he approaches the other, gently piling them up on the table where Wei Wuxian sits.
"Forgive me, I was at a sect meeting with uncle and brother," Lan Wangji says as he sits besides the former and puts his arms around his waist, giving him his wish, pecking him on the cheek as a greeting.
Wei Wuxian blushes at the act. He has never been able to get used to Lan Wangji's affectionate gestures whenever they are alone. Lan Wangji might look like a stoic statue most of the time, usually when other people are present, but when they are alone by themselves it's like a switch turning on, and Lan Wangji becomes an affectionate bunny, seeking his warmth and touches.
He kisses his husband's cheek in response and giggles.
"Aiyah, Lan Zhan~ So affectionate today, huh," he teases, putting a hand on Lan Wangji's thigh, gently squeezing. He hears the other's breath hitch but he ignores it.
He pecks Lan Wangji’s nose, the latter scrunching his face at the sweet gesture. Wei Wuxian laughs, and lays a soft kiss there again.
“No need to pretend you don't like it, Hanguang-jun~” Wei Wuxian teases. Lan Wangji smiles his pretty little smile, and Wei Wuxian cannot contain the swell of affection he feels for his husband, so he peppers kisses all over his face. Lan Wangji huffs what sounds to be a small chuckle, and presses another smooch on Wei Wuxian’s cheeks before he stands up.
“Wait, Lan Zhannn, where are you going?” Wei Wuxian whines, tugging on his husband’s robes.
“I have to wash up.” With that, Lan Wangji turns and heads to their bathroom. From Wei Wuxian’s spot on the table, he can see his spouse slowly undress and he gulps, his grip on the wine jug tightening. Lan Wangji has such a nice physique, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and mmm, that plush behind which Wei Wuxian has spent hours lavishing sometimes. Eating Lan Wangji out until he’s begging and crying, sensitive hole clenching around Wei Wuxian’s tongue.
Lan wangji begs so nicely. I wonder if I can make him beg later too.
He is halfway into the second wine jug when Lan Wangji emerges from the bathroom. He’s wearing an almost transparent robe. Lace, sheer and shiny, lining the sleeves and edges of it. Forehead bare, Lan Wangji has a smile on his handsome face, appearing coy. Wei Wuxian had bought the robe for him during one of his trips to Caiyi town. He loves bending Lan Wangji over while he's wearing it and ravishing him.
Wei Wuxian lets his gaze roam all over a newly bathed Lan Wangji. He looks absolutely delicious. He lets his eyes trace the hard lines and soft curves of Lan Wangji’s body and he licks his lips. Lan Wangji sits beside him once more, their thighs touching. He takes one scroll in his hand and starts unravelling it, no doubt to start reading.
Is he playing hard to get? How adorable, I’ll have him begging in no time.
Wei Wuxian shifts closer to Lan Wangji, hooking his chin on the other’s shoulder as the other reads. He sets his hands on Lan Wangji’s thigh, kneading gently.
"What are those, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian innocently asks, paying no heed to how the other starts squirming beside him.
“Sect reports, transcripts of current events and happenings during night h-hunts,” Lan Wangji answers, voice cracking as Wei Wuxian’s hand slowly creeps up his thigh, softly squeezing.
“I see." He contents himself with massaging Lan Wangji’s thigh, watching as the other just keeps mum and continues reading. He gets bored after a while and his hand slowly inches inside Lan Wangji’s robe, towards his inner thigh. He hears the other’s breath hitch and he ignores it, fingers not stopping from drawing patterns over the soft skin.
Wei Wuxian drapes his other arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulder, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on one reddening earlobe. He has enough of Lan Wangji’s little stunt of playing hard to get, his responses to Wei Wuxian’s touches is enough of a telling that he absolutely does not plan to spend the rest of the night reading sect reports.
“Hey, Lan Zhan, let me play with you tonight,” he whispers, licking the lobe, “I’ll make you feel really good." He takes the now crimson earlobe into his mouth and nibbles on it. “You’re probably tired from the sect meeting. Let me take care of you, hmm?”
Lan Wangji shudders, biting his lip to keep in the whimper he almost lets out. He nods, not trusting himself to speak at the moment.
“That’s my good husband.” Giving a final nip on the earlobe, Wei Wuxian releases Lan Wangji and fetches the oil. He positions himself behind Lan Wangji, hauling the other to lean back into his chest, the scroll in his hand dropping unceremoniously on top of the low table. Gripping Lan Wangji’s chin, he turns his head towards him and kisses him. Lan Wangji immediately moans into his mouth, Wei Wuxian swallowing the sound and licking into the other’s mouth. Lan Wangji groans as Wei Wuxian runs his tongue over the roof of his mouth, sucking on the slick muscle.
The kiss is filthy and wet, the slide of their wet tongues loud inside the otherwise quiet room. Wei Wuxian runs a hand down Lan Wangji’s chest, rubbing on a nipple and tugging on it. Lan Wangji gasps, breaking off the kiss and arching his back, pushing his chest further into Wei Wuxian’s hand.
“Ahh—Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian continues abusing the now hard nipple, running his fingertip around it, scraping his nail over the sensitive nub and pulling it. He presses open-mouthed kisses on Lan Wangji’s neck, nipping the soft skin there and leaving blooms of red in his wake. Lan Wangji throws his head back over a particular hard tug on his nipple, fully leaning his entire weight into the other.
Wei Wuxian then switches to the other nipple. He brings his fingers to Lan Wangji’s parted mouth and pushes it inside the warm, wet cavern. Lan Wangji sucks on it enthusiastically, running his tongue over the digits, coating it with his saliva. Wei Wuxian starts fucking Lan Wangji’s mouth with his fingers as if it is his cock, groaning as Lan Wangji starts taking it deeper and gagging a little but not stopping.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian’s other hand spreads Lan Wangji’s legs wider. He unties the ribbon holding Lan Wangji’s robes closed, his husband shuddering as cold air hits his sensitive chest and dick. Wei Wuxian eases the robe off of Lan Wangji’s shoulder but does not completely take it off. He slowly moves his hand towards the obvious erection, dragging blunt nails along the skin.
He palms the hard member and gives it a few strokes, Lan Wangji whimpers, the sound muffled. Wei Wuxian then brings his hand up, spatting on it and then returning it to the now leaking length. The wet slide of Wei Wuxian’s saliva-coated hand is absolutely delicious against Lan Wangji’s throbbing dick. He plays with the tip, smearing the precum around. The demonic cultivator idly strokes Lan Wangji’s cock, slow and unhurried.
Lan Wangji has started slowly grinding his ass against Wei Wuxian crotch, bobbing his head on the fingers, wishing it was Wei Wuxian’s cock filling his mouth. Wei Wuxian groans, biting down on a smooth shoulder, taking out his fingers out of Lan Wangji’s mouth. The other whines in complaint at the sudden emptiness of his mouth, gripping Wei Wuxian’s wrist and chasing after the fingers.
Wei Wuxian laughs, “Stay still, my Lan Zhan,” as he lays his hand upon his husband’s breast, squeezing, bringing those wet fingers against Lan Wangji’s sensitive nipples, flicking and tugging. The wetness of his digits that has been caused by Lan Wangji sucking on them, makes everything more pleasurable, and the Second Jade mewls.
“W-Wei Ying—mhn—do n-not tease,” Lan Wangi bites out as he tries to thrust faster into Wei Wuxian’s fist, the hand stopping as soon as he tries to lift his hips.
Wei Wuxian laughs, loving how easy it is to take his Lan Zhan apart with his touches alone, to make him squirm and moan and lose control. He has not even touched him there yet.
“Do you want me to stop then?” Wei Wuxian says, lifting his hand off of Lan Wangji’s cock. The Second Jade panics, and holds his wrist in place. He’s so close, goddamnit.
“Don’t even dare.” He says and oh, Wei Wuxian shivers with the tone of that voice. Gods, he loves it when Lan Wangji becomes demanding and bossy in bed. It makes him tremble with arousal.
He resumes stroking Lan Wangji’s dick with a slow pace, “How bossy, my Lan Zhan." He kisses those soft lips, swallowing the tiny sounds that Lan Wangji makes. “Beg for it then," Wei Wuxian says, giving a nip to Lan Wangji’s bottom lip.
At first, Lan Wangji stays quiet—well, he tries to—refusing to give in to Wei Wuxian’s whims. The other smirks, teases the tip of Lan Wangji’s dick with wet digits, running a slow finger on the slit. Lan Wangji tries to thrust into his hand but Wei Wuxian immediately stops his movements, the other whining once more. Wei Wuxian gathers the precome there and raises it to his own lips, sucking wetly on his finger, moaning loudly at the taste.
“You taste so sweet, my Lan Zhan.” He slowly inches his fingers to that place. “Don’t you want more? Say it, Lan Zhan, and I’ll give it to you.”
Lan Wangji hears the uncapping of a bottle, and he moans when wet, oil-slicked fingers press against his hole, circling the rim, slowly and teasingly. He spreads his legs wider, though the fingers do not go in. Just a constant pressure against his entrance, a reminder of the good things to come if he does what Wei Wuxian wants him to do: beg.
“P-please..”
“Hmm? What is it Lan Zhan? I can't hear you.” A nip to a red earlobe.
Lan Wangji bites his lips to try to muffle a whimper—an obvious futile attempt. The finger against his hole is making it extremely difficult to think coherently. He thinks about it finally breaching him, stretching and opening him up. Those long fingers feeling up his walls, preparing him for something much bigger and longer. Lan Wangji feels his restraint break.
“Please, I..I-I want it..inside…” He pushes against the fingers to further emphasize his wish.
Wei Wuxian smiles and pecks his cheeks, “Good boy.” He slowly inserts a finger until all of it is inside Lan Wangji, who moans at the intrusion. However, a few seconds pass and Lan Wangji realizes that the finger inside him is still, unmoving. He whines frustratedly.
The other just chuckles. “Didn’t I tell you Lan Zhan? You need to tell me what you want.” He pushes the finger in a little deeper. Lan Wangji gasps as it rests right against his sweet spot.
“W-Wei Ying, please, p-please fuck me with your fingers, ple—Ahh!”
Lan Wangji is not able to finish his sentence when Wei Wuxian suddenly starts moving his finger, adding another one almost immediately and pistoning it inside his hole. The room is filled with the wet sound of Lan Wangji’s hips meeting Wei Wuxian’s digits, little punched out ahhs tumbling out of his mouth at every thrust.
At one point Wei Wuxian stills the movement of his hand and instead lets Lan Wangji fuck himself on those fingers. He revels in the feeling of his fingers going in and out of Lan Wangji’s hot hole, feeling the soft velvet walls suck his fingers in, and revels in the movement of his husband’s hips as he tries to fuck his fingers in deeper.
“You feel so good around my fingers, Lan Zhan,” a kiss on Lan Wangji’s flushed shoulder, “So good, my good boy Lan Zhan.”
“Mhn—only for W-Wei Ying...”
Hearing those words, Wei Wuxian’s heart is suddenly filled with overwhelming affection. He buries his other hand on Lan Wangji’s hair, turning his husband’s head towards him and kissing him with all he has got, hoping he can convey everything he’s feeling through his lips. He breaks the kiss and stops the movement of his hand, taking his fingers out. Lan Wangji makes a discontented noise and clenches around the digits, as if he’s trying to keep them in.
Wei Wuxian laughs as he licks a red earlobe. “Come on now, Lan Zhan, don’t you want something better?”
Lan Wangji perks up, letting Wei Wuxian completely pull out his fingers. The latter is rewarded by an impatient quirk of Lan Wangji’s eyebrows. Wei Wuxian laughs and presses a kiss there, smoothing it out with a thumb.
“Just be patient, Hanguang-jun. We have the whole night to ourselves~”
The Second Jade watches as Wei Wuxian moves in front of him and kneels, hauling a leg and putting it on his shoulder, shooting him a smile as he starts placing light kisses on his thighs almost reverently, sucking and leaving a red trail in his wake. Lan Wangji sighs contentedly. He loves it when his husband starts marking him, loves it when Wei Wuxian starts worshipping his body and starts kissing his skin littered with scars as if it’s the most beautiful thing his lips have ever been laid upon. And for Wei Wuxian, it is.
Wei Wuxian pulls back and admires the constellation of red stars he has left on Lan Wangji’s thighs. He reaches back and pulls something out from under the low table, his other hand pouring oil over Lan Wangji’s taint, watching it drip over his rim.
Lan Wangji does not see what it is he had taken under the table, but he feels the blunt wet head of something tease the rim of his entrance. He shudders, thinking maybe his husband has taken pity on him and is finally fucking him properly, but then Wei Wuxian briefly pushes it inside and Lan Wangji thinks no, it's not. It's much smaller and has ridges that catch on his rim, making him throw his head back and moan out loud. After being married to Wei Wuxian for years, he knows his husband’s body from inside out, and that is definitely not his dick.
Lan Wangji lifts his head back up. He catches sight of a mischievous grin on Wei Wuxian’s face, who has not yet taken off or opened up his robes. Biting his bottom lip to contain a moan as he feels that something fuck him shallowly, he glimpses at a jade-like object in Wei Wuxian’s hand, ridges decorating the short but thick body, soft cotton tickling the skin of his ass as Wei Wuxian fully inserts it and then takes it back out again in a tear-inducing slow pace.
Then his brain starts working again and he realizes what it is in Wei Wuxian’s hand. He has seen it a couple of times before in the erotic books that Wei Wuxian sometimes forces him to read, describing to him the position he imagines Lan Wangji to be in before doing exactly as the book entails. Lan Wangji’s flush spreads to his neck and chest.
“W-Wei Ying..”
Wei Wuxian chuckles lowly as he meets Lan Wangji’s eyes. The other is trembling, trying to push the cottontail plug deeper but failing as Wei Wuxian sets a hand on his hips, stilling the motions of his hand if Lan Wangji so much as tries to move slightly. He earns whines of frustration at this.
“Do you like it, Lan Zhan? I saw it in the apothecary I get our bedroom supplies from,” he winks. “The owner told me it was a favorite for couples like us.” Wei Wuxian says as if he’s talking to Lan Wangji about the weather, stroking against his walls still achingly slow. Lan Wangji forces himself to lie still under Wei Wuxian’s ministrations, knowing that if he moves, his husband would cease all movements. Wei Wuxian has always gotten a kick out teasing Lan Wangji, to the point he sheds tears, after all.
“He also taught me a little trick with it, you know?” Wei Wuxian says, shooting a very dangerous smirk at Lan Wangji who just squirms, suddenly both fearing and anticipating the next move his husband will make.
Wei Wuxian lodges the plug in deeper and stops, ignoring the way Lan Wangji frowns at the lack of movement. He stands up and holds a hand out.
“Let us move onto the bed, shall we? It will be much more comfortable there,” Wei Wuxian says as Lan Wangji holds his hand and pulls himself up on shaky legs, feeling the wet fullness in his ass as he stands.
Wei Wuxian shamelessly walks in a slow circle around Lan Wangji, eyes full of want and clear appreciation for the bunny tail on his husband’s ass. Lan Wangji, in turn, feels his cheeks flush, clenching down on the plug.
“As expected, my Lan Zhan~” Wei Wuxian says, leaning into his husband’s space and hooking his chin on Lan Wangji’s shoulder, one hand trailing down and palming an asscheek slowly. “It looks good on you. Just like a bunny, my own little Lan tuzi.” Lan Wangji sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, trembling as he feels Wei Wuxian toy with the still buried plug. “Wei Ying, do not tease.”
Wei Wuxian just laughs, pecking a flushed shoulder as he tugs on Lan Wangji’s hand. “Okay, okay I will stop. Come on, Lan Zhan. I still need to show you the cool trick the apothecarist taught me~”
They both walk into the bedroom, Wei Wuxian snatching the bottle of mildly scented oil from the floor. He helps the other take off his pretty, lacy robe, setting it down gently on the floor, before he sits Lan Wangji on the edge of the bed, placing the oil on the floor. Lan Wangji squirms and bites a lip to muffle a moan as it jostles and presses the bunny tail plug deeper.
Kneeling down on the floor in front of Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian takes a long leg and places soft kisses on the Second Jade’s calf, the kisses sweeping upwards until it reaches his knees and the insides of his thighs. Looking up, he sees Lan Wangji nibbling on a finger, watching him as he lavishes his husband’s legs with almost reverence. Wei Wuxian can't help it, since every part of Lan Wangji is perfect, just begging to be marked and kissed.
Rising slowly to his feet, he towers over Lan Wangji and pushes gently on his chest to make him lay down on the bed, feet still touching the floor. Wei Wuxian crawls on top of him, bracketing the other with his arms and knees.
Lan Wangji looks absolutely divine underneath him, as if he has been made to be there. Red blossoms decorate his skin that glistens slightly with sweat and saliva—the result of Wei Wuxian’s tongue and lips—long, silky hair like spilled ink that contrasts against the white sheets of their bed, golden eyes glimmering with want and love, framed by eyelashes that rest softly on his cheeks when he blinks, oh, and those lips that Wei Wuxian adores and covets bitten red and swollen.
The light talismans that Wei Wuxian has set up around the Jingshi earlier cast soft shadows upon Lan Wangji’s handsome face, contouring the tall slope of his nose and the high sweep of his cheekbones, the pink scar of the Wen brand on his chest almost glowing red. Lan Wangji looks otherworldly, as if he’s a god sent to this world for Wei Wuxian to love and cherish and to be with for the rest of eternity.
“Lan Zhan, you’re beautiful,” Wei Wuxian whispers in the air between them. The need to see Lan Wangji wrecked and moaning unabashedly for him is temporarily hindered by the stupor he’s in, caused by the Second Jade’s ethereal beauty.
Lan Wangji averts his eyes for a moment as if he’s shy, but returns Wei Wuxian’s gaze after a few seconds, giving Wei Wuxian one of his small smiles. “Wei Ying is more beautiful.”
Wei Wuxian laughs. Even right now when he’s the one admiring Lan Wangji, the other will always make sure the compliment is returned. He smooches Lan Wangji’s nose, watching him scrunch up his face adorably.
“Shh, Lan Zhan, it's about you tonight. Let me pamper you, hmm?” He drops a kiss on both of Lan Wangji’s fluttering eyelids. “You’re so beautiful, how did I get so lucky?” The body beneath him squirms as Wei Wuxian runs the tip of his fingertips across the smooth flesh, tracing the firmness of Lan Wangji’s muscles and the pink lines of Lan Wangji’s battle-earned scars.
He bends down and replaces the fingers with his own lips, feeling a hand softly thread through his hair. Wei Wuxian makes sure to plant a kiss on each and every inch of Lan Wangji’s skin, mapping it with his tongue. Taking Lan Wangji’s fingers in his mouth, he keeps eye contact as he sucks on them delicately, bobbing his head slowly as he hears the other’s breathing speed up, hitching when he bites down.
“Wei Ying...”
Wei Wuxian looks up from where he’s giving attention to the slender fingers.
“Hmm?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to show me s-something?” Lan Wangji asks, voice cracking at the end as Wei Wuxian swallows around his digits.
“Patience, Hanguang-jun~ We’ll get to it.”
And with that, Wei Wuxian continues the path of his kisses upwards, reaching the swell of his husband’s toned pecs. He kisses around Lan Wangji’s nipples, avoiding the pert nubs and licking around. Frustration is evident in the way Lan Wangji huffs above him, the hand in his hair tightening the hold slightly. Wei Wuxian laughs against the flushed skin and finally closes his mouth on one nipple, humming as he suckles on it like a starved man. Lan Wangji arches his back with a moan as he's finally given what he has been wanting when Wei Wuxian played with his chest.
The Second Jade having sensitive nipples is not a secret between the two of them. Wei Wuxian takes pleasure in exploiting this particular weakness of Lan Wangji, sometimes spending hours just playing with them, rolling the nubs with his tongue, pinching and tugging with his teeth and Lan Wangji would come untouched with only that.
He brings up another hand and flicks the other nipple, pushing it down and rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb, scratching a blunt nail on it. The body underneath him shudders, a gasp leaving parted lips, hips trying to press against Wei Wuxian’s own body. He’s determined to make Lan Wangji come as many times as he can tonight.
“Wei Ying..Wei Ying, I'm—”
Wei Wuxian takes the hint and starts sucking harder, lowering himself until he’s sitting on Lan Wangji’s dick, ass flushed against his rock hard erection. He grinds his hips in time of his suckling, switching to the other nipple. Everytime he drops his hips against Lan Wangji’s, the plug slides in a little deeper, taking Lan Wangji’s breath away with every inch it sinks in.
Moans and whimpers spill freely from Lan Wangji’s mouth, uncaring of the volume. No one ever comes close to their quarters anyway. He feels so much, every nerve in his body alight with every caress of Wei Wuxian’s hands and lips, with every lick of his tongue.
“It’s okay, Lan Zhan. Let go,” a nip to his now puffy nipple, “Come for me, husband.”
Hearing—no, feeling—the word spoken against his feverish skin, the tight-strung cord that is Lan Wangji’s arousal finally snaps. He spills between them, arching his back as the intense orgasm fills his entire body with warmth and toe-curling waves of pleasure that seem to go on and on.
Vaguely, he can feel Wei Wuxian laying kisses all over his face. His lower body has not stopped moving, hips undulating in circles. Lan Wangji moans as sensitivity surfaces and takes over the pleasure thrumming through his veins, and that has Wei Wuxian eventually ceasing the motions of his hips and sitting down on top of his thighs.
The Demonic Cultivator smiles down at Lan Wangji, whose eyes are closed in bliss, small puffs of breath leaving his parted lips as he comes down from his high. Ignoring the throbbing hardness between his legs, Wei Wuxian leans down to peck the closed lids, then his nose and pressing a lingering but chaste kiss on Lan Wangji’s swollen lips.
“You’re so good for me Lan Zhan. How did I get so lucky?” he speaks against Lan Wangji’s sweaty temple. He hears the other hum in satisfaction, hands dropping down from where they are clutching Wei Wuxian’s hair and encircling his waist, pulling him down slightly to make him settle his entire weight atop Lan Wangji’s body.
Wei Wuxian can't help a giggle from escaping his lips as he nuzzles Lan Wangji’s neck, happiness filling his entire being whenever he’s close like this with the other, Lan Wangji’s warmth seeping through his skin even with the thin robes he’s wearing.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired with just that, Lan Zhan. We’re not done yet, you know?”
“Of course not,” Lan Wangji says in a somewhat rough voice, tightening his hold on Wei Wuxian, apparent impatience showing at the way he tugs at Wei Wuxian’s robes. The other only laughs and holds Lan Wangji’s hands still, threading their fingers together.
“Someone’s in a hurry~” Wei Wuxian teases. “Don’t worry Lan Zhan, we have all the time in the world.”
Wei Wuxian hears the other let out a huff as he extracts himself from Lan Wangji’s hold, immediately missing the warmth of his husband. But he still needs to show that cool little trick the owner of the apothecary had shown him.
“Lie on your stomach and prop your knees up,” Wei Wuxian says as he squeezes a thigh.
He helps Lan Wangji flip over to his front, propping him up on his knees, chest and face pressed against the mattress. The position puts Lan Wangji’s plump ass on full display, the bunny tail stretching his rim, dollops of oil trailing down in rivulets down his thighs. Wei Wuxian had been very copious with the oil earlier, Lan Wangji is practically dripping wet. His cock hangs between his firm thighs, filling with blood again despite having cummed just moments earlier.
Wei Wuxian always awes at the way his husband quickly recuperates. He grasps a cheek and spreads it obscenely, watching the rim flutter around the jade body of the buttplug, Lan Wangji moaning at the hot touch of his husband.
“Look at you, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian murmurs as he rubs his thumb on the wet rim, feeling it quiver as he pushes his digit in slightly alongside the jade plug.
“So wet and open for me.”
Lan Wangji whines at the words and tries to push back against the thick thumb, urging it to go deeper, to stretch him even wider. Wei Wuxian smirks and tuts at him.
“Stay still, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says lowly as he pulls away and sits back on his haunches, watching Lan Wangji try to chase his finger as he rests his hands against the plush cheeks, kneading. “Or I will stop here.”
Wei Wuxian is having an absolute blast at this. Loving the way Lan Wangji whimpers as he teases him to the point of shedding tears of frustration and arousal that never flags because Wei Wuxian loves edging his husband. Loves dragging Lan Wangji slowly to the edge and when he’s about to tip over, hurls him way back from the precipice to start all over again.
He watches as Lan Zhan stills beneath his hands—well, he tries to. Lan Wangji is trembling, his hips making tiny movements, the action making his ass jiggle slightly. The soft fluff of the bunny tail plug tickles his fingers.
The demonic cultivator smiles, pats an asscheek affectionately before he slips off the bed and stalks to where he had hung his outer robes, rummaging through the many hidden pockets of it and finally procures tiny strips of talisman papers.
“When I bought the bunny tail earlier, the owner of the apothecary told me that it can do something else other than being used as a plug,” Wei Wuxian says, making idle talk as he walks back to the bed and positions himself again behind Lan Wangji, “Proven and tested and apparently a hot item for ahem couples like us.”
Lan Wangji hums in acknowledgement and shakes his hips a little bit more in hopes of enticing his husband to move quickly.
“Mhm, hurry up Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian laughs, takes one of the talisman strips, discards the rest and puts one hand on Lan Wangji’s ass, massaging and kneading.
“What an impatient husband,” he chides good-naturedly. He hears Lan Wangji make a noncommittal grunt and pushes his ass towards his hand more. He pinches the skin, causing a moan to erupt from the other and then takes hold of soft fur of the bunny tail plug.
He slowly thrusts it in back and forth, twisting his wrist randomly and grinding it deep inside his husband. Lan Wangji shakes as he moans Wei Wuxian’s name, feeling the hard jade body of the plug nudge his walls, making a space inside of him. He can feel the familiar coil of heat in his belly when suddenly Wei Wuxian pulls the plug out.
“Nnh—Wei Ying, husband why,” Lan Wangji babbles dazedly, tears of frustration welling up in his golden eyes. His rim is gaping, fluttering as he clenches down on nothing, trails of oil dripping down his thigh and onto the mattress. Wei Wuxian coos at him.
“Shh, Lan Zhan, be patient my love.”
Grasping the soft cotton, he removes it gently and sets it aside. The apothecary owner told him it would be better—look better—without the cotton obscuring the body of the plug as it does its thing. He wipes the plug with his sleeves to remove some of the wetness before he slaps the talisman onto it. The plug shimmers and shakes slightly before the talisman sinks onto it, the ink now one with the jade body of it. Wei Wuxian tries to wipe it away but it doesn't smear. A smirk forms in his handsome face.
Finally
Wei Wuxian drapes himself over his husband’s back and starts laving kisses on the heated skin of Lan Wangji’s nape, obsidian hair swept over one shoulder, pressing himself to the bent body. He positions the plug once more against Lan Wangji’s slippery wet rim and circles it, one hand spreading an asscheek, Lan Wangji moaning softly underneath him.
“Now, husband, the show starts,” Wei Wuxian whispers in Lan Wangji’s flushed ear and pushes the plug in, the oils from earlier making the intrusion easy. Wei Wuxian can practically feel Lan Wangji’s questioning gaze, probably thinking what’s different about the plug now, when all of a sudden the plug jerks and moves.
Lan Wangji gives a whole body shudder as the plug inside of him vibrates, the tremors sending immense pleasure up his spine, crying out as Wei Wuxian fucks it in deeper, rests it right against the one spot that makes Lan Wangji see stars and stills, removing his hand from the plug and lets it move on its own.
“Wei Ying, Ahh—W-Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji screams, rocking his hips back, the plug sliding in even deeper, pulsating inside his quivering velvet walls.
The Second Jade has never felt this kind of pleasure before. It's amazing, completely different from all the other things Wei Wuxian had tried out on him before. He can practically feel the pulses in his throat as he chokes on his moans, his hands tightening it’s hold on the blanket above the mattress to the point of tearing it.
Wei Wuxian watches Lan Wangji cry and tremble as the plug—the apothecary owner called it a vibrator—fucks him. He palms his cock at the obscene view in front of him, groaning at the sweet pressure on his neglected dick. He unties his robes and parts it, revealing his erection standing proudly and dripping precum. He licks a wet stripe across one palm and starts stroking his cock languidly, running his thumb on the slit and spreading the precum on the length of his shaft, thus making the slide of his hand even more delicious.
“How does it feel, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian speaks, voice deep and rough as he tugs on his cock, “Does it feel good, Lan Er-gege?” He brings up a hand to thumb at his own nipples lazily.
Lan Wangji just moans louder as the pulses intensify, sending tremors of shocking pleasure all over his very being. Wei Wuxian continues running his mouth while stroking over his length, filthy words spewing from his mouth and mixing with the wet sounds of the vibrator fucking Lan Wangji.
“Look at you, writhing and begging, who would have thought Hanguang-jun can be like this?”
As he speaks, Wei Wuxian circles around the bed, approaching the spot where the pillows are strewn around. He sits on the edge and crawls until his back meets the headboard, spreading his legs so Lan Wangji’s head rests between them.
“Come nearer, husband,” Wei Wuxian beckons, temporarily letting go of his leaking cock so he can haul Lan Wangji further up the bed. The Second Jade whimpers as he lets himself be pulled close to the other, shuddering, legs shaking as the vibrator seems to amp up in speed, resting his head on Wei Wuxian’s supple thigh.
Wei Wuxian slowly caresses his Lan Wangji’s feverish ruby cheeks as tremors run up and down his body, tiny soft ahhs fucked out of him with every breath. He resumes stroking his cock as he gazes at Lan Wangji’s debauched expression, tears welling up in his pretty eyes and lips bitten red as saliva drips down his chin. He pouts at him.
“Lan Zhan, won’t you pay attention to me too?” Wei Wuxian says in a whiny tone, grasping his cock in the base and tapping the cockhead on Lan Wangji’s parted mouth, smearing white on the rosy lips. “Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that you’re the only one who feels good? Come on, husband, open your mouth~”
He presses the cockhead firmer against Lan Wangji’s mouth who immediately opens up. Wei Wuxian groans at the wet heat enveloping his cock, he thrusts into it, knowing how much Lan Wangji loves being filled in both holes. Lan Wangji takes it like a champ, relaxing his throat muscles to let Wei Wuxian fuck in deeper, the heat between his own legs and the vibrating plug in his ass temporarily forgotten in lieu of wanting to pleasure his husband more.
Wei Wuxian moans, carding his fingers through Lan Wangji’s silky hair, “Ahh, Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, you feel so good my husband,” He tightens his hold on the soft strands, hearing the way Lan Wangji fucking keens as he fucks his mouth rougher.
“You look so good Lan Zhan, you’re doing so good,” Wei Wuxian praises, thumb caressing the seam of Lan Wangji’s lips wrapped around his girth. He lets it slip in alongside his cock, feeling the wet press of a tongue on it and the slide of his dick.
“Look at you taking my cock so well mm…”
Lan Wangji whimpers as he contracts his throat muscles to take in more of the burning flesh, digging his fingers on Wei Wuxian’s thigh, undoubtedly leaving marks, his own brand on the skin of his husband. Wei Wuxian groans in appreciation as Lan Wangji bobs his head up and down earnestly. The Second Jade lies down fully on the mattress, trapping one of Wei Wuxian’s legs underneath and rutting on it almost desperately.
Wei Wuxian feels how thick the cum smearing on his leg is, as well as the frenzied humping of his husband. He takes pity on Lan Wangji and finally relents, deciding that the other had been good enough to come. He reaches both hands forwards and places them on the soft, bouncy flesh of Lan Wangji’s ass. Squeezing and kneading, feeling the other push against his roaming hands insistently.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Lan Zhan. Do you want a reward?”
Lan Wangji looks up at him as best as he can, tears making his eyes shiny and bright, the light from the fire talismans reflecting on the golden surface as if a galaxy resides inside those pale orbs. He nods with his mouth still preoccupied with suckling on the head of Wei Wuxian’s cock, accentuating the silent plea with a soft whimper and another weak thrust on the other’s leg.
Wei Wuxian bends down, placing a kiss on Lan Wangji’s bare forehead, chuckling lowly against the hot, sweaty skin. He raises a hand and snaps his fingers, the sound clear and sharp in the otherwise silent room, save for the sound of their coupling.
A loud cry tears out of Lan Wangji’s throat as he pulls off Wei Wuxian’s cock, the sudden intensity of the vibrating plug inside him is almost too much as the speed amps up, undulating and convulsing against his sensitive walls. Settling his face on top of Wei Wuxian’s thigh and nuzzling the other’s dick, Lan Wangji voices out moan after moan.
“W-Wei Yin—Ahh! Please, Wei Ying, husband—nnh—”
Lan Wangji’s barely coherent, words blending with each other as sounds Lan Wangji rarely lets out spills freely from his lips. Every jerk, every motion of the plug douses his insides with liquid heat.
Wei Wuxian listens to the other babble out pleadings, begging as he pants and writhes atop the sheets. The Second Jade doesn't outright say it but Wei Wuxian knows what exactly it is that the other needs. He ignores his own straining cock for a moment, Lan Wangji’s pleasure is much more important. Caressing a gentle hand on Lan Wangji’s handsome flushed face, he whispers.
“Do you want to cum, Lan Zhan?”
“Ahh, y-yes, yes please, nnh Wei Ying! Husband—”
Wei Wuxian bends down even further till he’s level with warm lobes, feeling the other quiver like a leaf, he takes it in his mouth and nibbles wetly.
“Then cum for me, Lan Zhan.”
As soon as Lan Wangji hears Wei Wuxian melodic voice give the permission, he allows himself to topple over the edge, coming untouched for the second time that night. His vision blacks out as the orgasm hits him harder than the previous one, slamming into him and making him forget about everything except for the white hot pleasure coursing through his veins, the plug pulsing inside of him.
Wei Wuxian feels Lan Wangji rut against his leg, riding the waves of his orgasm, feels the wetness as the warm semen splashes on his skin. He moans at the sheer sight of his husband cumming.
“That’s it, cum for me Lan Zhan. Such a good husband you are,” Wei Wuxian says, hands now roaming Lan Wangji’s body who’s slowly coming down from his high, “My beloved. Mine. Lan Zhan you are mine, right?”
“Y-yours, I am yours Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji answers from where he had buried his face on Wei Wuxian’s muscled thigh. He peppers kisses on it, feeling the plug’s vibration slow down until it stops.
“All of me. It is yours.”
Wei Wuxian groans as Lan Wangji starts suckling on his cock again, wrapping a firm hand and stroking it up and down as he keeps his mouth closed on the head, swirling his tongue on the slit. Wei Wuxian, however, replaces Lan Wangjji’s hand with his own, tugging the other off of his dick with a hand on his silky hair. Licking his palm wet once more, he brings it back to his cock and begins jerking it furiously.
“Open up wide, L-Lan Zhan—ngh—”
Lan Wangji understands and does as told, opening his mouth wide, tongue poised ready to catch his Wei Ying’s seed. It only takes a few more strokes before ropes of cum shoot out of Wei Wuxian’s cock and right into Lan Wangji’s waiting mouth. Groaning at the lewd sight of Lan Wangji with his cum on his face and pooling on his tongue, Wei Wuxian finishes himself off.
As his orgasms ebbs away, he grabs the back of Lan Wangji’s head and tugs him forward. The kiss sloppily for a while, cum being passed around their mouths, tongues battling for dominance, moans swallowed. Wei Wuxian pulls away and proceeds to lick off the come on Lan Wangji’s face. Once he manages to get the most of it, their mouths surge back towards each other again.
“Well, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispers against Lan Wangji’s lips, his own pulled up into a cheeky smirk, “What do you think of that cool trick?”
Lan Wangji is silent as he reaches behind him. His long lashes flutter as he pulls the plug out from his abused hole, feeling the copious amount of oil, that Wei Wuxian applied earlier, drip down his thighs. He almost feels forlorn that it is not his husband’s cum staining his insides. But the night is still young and they have all the time in the world. Lan Wangji brings the object of pleasure in front of his face, meeting Wei Wuxian’s heavy gaze head on. He smirks right back.
“I think,” Lan Wangji starts, running the tip of the plug on Wei Wuxian’s lips. The other shudders and moans as Lan Wangji urges him to take the jade toy into his mouth.
“Wei Ying should see it for himself and tell me what he thinks of it first.”