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On a tranquil autumn evening, Wei Wuxian was riding his husband’s cock, in their bed, at a hypnotizingly slow pace. Slow had been the theme of the evening—they wanted to make it last and had been bringing each other to the brink over and over and then pausing. The incense had burned down quite a way by now, indicating how long they’d been spending at this. Wei Ying’s cock and balls were in a delicious state of aching.
He also felt an ache in his wrists, as he had his hands tied behind him with Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon, an activity that had sounded especially alluring today to them. They often tried adventurous things together. He loved that about them. In fact, as his lustful thoughts drifted and he felt a tender throb from low in his belly, he recalled it had been a while—half a month maybe—since they’d played with piss in their sexual escapades. Hmm. Perhaps it was time again.
“Mmm, Lan Zhan,” he groaned, in something close to complaint, still rocking his hips slowly, full with his husband’s cock.
Lan Wangji’s eyes opened to regard him. “Yes?”
“You know how we drank extra water at dinner, because we knew we’d be working so hard and getting sweaty?”
His husband’s gaze sharpened. “Mn,” he agreed.
“Well…I have to piss. I’ve needed to for a while now. I thought I could hold it, but…I really have to go.” He felt Lan Wangji’s cock throb inside him, and bit back a sly smile. “Should I get up and use the chamber pot, then come back so we can spend longer fucking? Or…”
Lan Wangji examined Wei Wuxian’s body with keen interest—chest glistening with sweat, thighs wide open, arms pinned behind him, cock rigid and wet-tipped. He had sometimes stroked Wei Wuxian’s shaft with an oil-slicked hand, bringing him to the edge, then always let go and left it needy and pointing out unattended in the air. Now he reached out again and, ticklishly light, ran his fingertip around the dripping slit.
At that touch on such a sensitive spot, Wei Wuxian shuddered, whined, and watched, breathing quick through his mouth, as his slit widened to a hole, and a dribble of piss trickled out. It pattered onto Lan Wangji’s belly, and Wei Wuxian writhed, squeezing tight to hold back the rest. “Ah! Sorry, Lan Zhan. I’m…so full, and my muscles are getting so tired…”
The squeeze had clenched Lan Wangji’s cock inside him, and Lan Wangji was breathing harder now too, holding very still. Wei Wuxian could tell he was a few strokes from coming, and the knowledge made extra heat surge into his groin. He wriggled, his hands tied, his bladder crying out for relief, loving every detail.
Lan Wangji clamped his hands on Wei Wuxian’s hips. “Be still,” he said, breathless.
Wei Wuxian bit his lip and did his best to obey. “What should I do? Please, tell me, I need to go right now,” he said, in the desperate tone he knew would drive Lan Wangji wild.
Lan Wangji seemed transfixed with the opening of Wei Wuxian’s cock. He fondled it again, and Wei Wuxian groaned helplessly as a longer spurt of piss streamed out of him. Gods, that was hot, seeing it spill all over Lan Wangji’s front before he clenched his flow to a stop again. “You feel good here, in this position,” Lan Wangji told him, and drew back Wei Wuxian’s foreskin as far as it would go, baring the entire head of his cock, as if for the best possible view. A stray drop of piss ran down his thumb.
“I do,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “So…should I…”
“Relieve yourself here,” Lan Wangji commanded, voice low, his eyes never leaving Wei Wuxian’s cock.
Wei Wuxian could feel his husband throbbing inside him, so close, so close, not even moving. “Gladly,” he said on a groaning exhale, then let go of his bladder.
Piss shot out in a leak that quickly grew to a heavy jet, as clear as all the water he had drunk, hot as it splashed all over Lan Wangji’s body and Wei Wuxian’s thighs and knees. He moaned, uninhibited, as he relaxed and savored the pleasure of his relief. His cock was so hard, so sensitive, that even Lan Wangji’s hand holding it steady was the most erotic touch he could imagine.
“I love that, watching you under my waterfall,” he murmured as he kept pissing. “Look how bad I had to go, it’s so much, Lan Zhan. I’m soaking you.”
It was too much for his husband, as he suspected it would be. Lan Wangji jolted up, as if struck with a whip, and came in hot pulses inside Wei Wuxian. Given his position, Wei Wuxian jolted along with him, sending his stream in a wet mess all over the bed and across Lan Wangji’s naked shoulders, into his hair.
Wei Wuxian gasped, aching to come too, though he couldn’t do much except wriggle harder, speared and tied and spread open the way he was. In addition, he was of course still pissing uncontrollably. As Lan Wangji began to settle and slow from his orgasm, Wei Wuxian begged, “Ohhh, please rub my cock, please.”
Lan Wangji took just a few seconds to catch his breath, then, still ensconced inside Wei Wuxian, he began stroking Wei Wuxian’s shaft up and down. The stream of piss spurted erratically, and Lan Wangji encouraged it by aiming it at various angles, moving his hand around as he jerked Wei Wuxian off.
Gasping, Wei Wuxian felt the climax rush up behind like an avalanche. It burst upon him, sending his seed shooting out thick and white, taking over in the place of his stream. He shook with the force of it, emitting cries of bliss. Then, when the waves subsided, he took a deep breath, grinned at Lan Wangi, and murmured, “Hold on a second, I think I wasn’t quite done pissing.”
Biting his lip to focus, he thought gentle, encouraging thoughts at his tired bladder, and sure enough, started to piss again. The thin stream trickled onto the mess on Lan Wangji’s chest for several seconds, then Wei Wuxian grunted and sighed in pleasure. “There. Now I’m done.”
Lan Wangji carefully pulled out, helping Wei Wuxian aside to sit on his knees on the drenched bed. He untied Wei Wuxian’s wrists, drew them in front of him, and kissed them. After Wei Wuxian had shaken his arms loose, Lan Wangji—who, Wei Wuxian now noticed, was squeezing his thighs together and in fact holding his cock firmly with one hand—said, “Get on all fours.”
Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow, but could guess what was next. Eagerly he got onto hands and knees. “Why, what could you want to do, husband? You’ve already fucked me so deeply.”
Lan Wangji moved onto his knees behind him, and a second later Wei Wuxian heard a desperate grunt, then a hot stream hit his asshole. Lan Wangji exhaled a long breath of relief as he pissed on Wei Wuxian’s ass, soaking the bed below them even more.
“Ah! Lan Zhan. You’re cleaning me up so nicely, thank you.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan could only say, continuing to piss on him, the stream hitting with the force of what had to be intense bladder pressure.
“You really had to go too! You’re pissing so much, Lan Zhan. How impressive you and your bladder are.”
Lan Zhan merely groaned, as if both embarrassed and turned on, and sent his stream of urine back and forth on Wei Wuxian’s ass and down the backs of his legs before finally finishing. “We…perhaps drank more water than necessary,” he said quietly, which made Wei Wuxian drop his head to his folded arms, laughing.
“Sure, my love, but for us hasn’t that always been the opposite of a problem?”
Lan Zhan fetched the talisman, and in a flash, the bed was dry and clean again, as were the two of them. Nonetheless, he also brought over a basin of water and a cloth, and soothed Wei Wuxian’s wrists, ass, groin, then the rest of his naked body with a gentle wiping-down in warm water.
Settling naked on the clean sheets, Wei Wuxian opened his arms to his husband. Lan Zhan returned to bed and embraced him, shutting his eyes and relaxing.
“I’m going to need a day or two to recover,” Wei Wuxian murmured. “Let all the muscles in the vicinity of my crotch get back to full strength.”
“Hm.” Lan Zhan caressed Wei Wuxian’s hip gently, as if to help heal it.
“But after that,” Wei Wuxian added, his eyes closed, his thoughts dreamy and erotic, “let’s have another day where I’m only allowed to piss when you tell me to.”
Lan Zhan hummed in interest, and his hand gripped a bit harder, fingers wrapping around under Wei Wuxian’s ass cheek.
Warming to the idea, Wei Wuxian hugged him closer, rambling, “Yeah…I’ll hold it till you give me permission to go. And I’ll drink water or tea or alcohol as you command, also. You’re a busy and important person, of course, so I suppose you might be in a meeting for several hours at some point during the day. And probably you’ll be mean and make me drink lots of water before the meeting. So by the time you get out of it, you’ll come home to find me quite ashamed, with my pants drenched, and a pool of my piss on the floor, because I couldn’t hold it.”
Lan Zhan growled, fingers trailing around to explore Wei Wuxian’s much-used cock and sensitive balls.
“Mmm,” Wei Wuxian sighed, feeling his cock somehow thickening again under the touch. “And then you’ll probably be extra mean and just tell me to piss my pants again, while you watch, and I’ll make a new puddle, and our bedroom will be such a shameful mess…”
Lan Zhan rolled Wei Wuxian onto his back, his mouth latching onto Wei Wuxian’s neck, and the exhausted (but in fact delighted) Wei Wuxian found that he and his husband were not quite sated for the night after all.