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The sound of Wei Wuxian’s screams echoed all around him, high-pitched and terror-filled, and too far away.
Lan Wangji threw himself at the wall again, desperately searching for the door that he knew was there. Hidden behind a well-crafted talisman that made it impossible for him to see, that made it blend into the stupidly bright white walls, and with still blurry vision from the blow he’d taken to the back of his head, he’d been searching for the way out to save his husband for what felt like an eternity.
He reached deep within his meridians again, trying desperately to coax his spiritual energy to flow through him, only to fail once more. The tea that he and Wei Wuxian had been given at the inn they’d been staying at had done a well and thorough job and sealing off their golden cores, and all Lan Wangji could do was wait for it to wear off.
“Wei Ying!” he shouted, fingers scrambling along the wall, looking for the handle of the door. “Wei Ying!”
The sound of Wei Ying’s screams seemed to pick up slightly, almost as though he was closer now.
“Wei Ying,” his breath hitched on a sob. With each scream from his husband, Lan Wangji’s anger at both the situation and himself rose until his chest felt like it was on fire from the sheer force of it all. He was one of the strongest cultivators of their generation, and he was left with no spiritual energy and trapped inside a room with no way to save his husband.
He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
Lan Wangji slid down the wall, knees tucked up against his chest. He looked down at his palms, silently studying the state of his torn-up, bloodied fingernails from where he’d clawed at the walls trying to find the exit. He looked at them almost curiously, feeling somewhat adrift from his own body, like he was a separate entity trapped inside of a body that had failed him and failed Wei Wuxian.
Time slipped by after that. The sound of his husband screaming floated away along with the rest of his senses, his eyes slipping shut and his head falling against the wall behind him. He felt completely hopeless. He couldn’t bring himself to care if their captor came back for him while he was so vulnerable. Wei Wuxian had been screaming for so long, the likelihood he’d survived whatever horror they’d inflicted upon him was slim.
There was no need for Lan Wangji to survive if Wei Wuxian was gone. He’d lived once without him before, and he didn’t want nor need to do it again.
Their A-Yuan was well-grown, secure and safe. He no longer needed Lan Wangji to teach him and raise him. His brother was out of seclusion and running the sect. His uncle was as happy and healthy as he could be.
Lan Wangji had no reason to live without his Wei Ying. Not anymore.
Fingers gripped at his wrists, pulling his hands away from his knees and tugging incessantly at them. He blinked his eyes open slowly, nausea curling in the pit of his stomach and he had to blink rapidly for a moment to clear his blurry vision.
He had a concussion, he was sure of it.
“Lan Zhan!”
Lan Wangji’s head snapped to the side at that familiar cry of his name, and he found himself looking at his bloodied, bruised husband.
His hair was a tangled mess around his neck and back, his lip swollen and blood smeared across his left cheek. One of his eyes was bloodshot with one pupil smaller than the other, signifying his own head trauma.
“W - Wei Ying?” he asked tremulously, reaching a shaking hand up to cradle Wei Wuxian’s face. Confusion, horror and relief flooded through him like a tidal wave that threatened to sweep him away. “Is it really you?”
Wei Wuxian leaned into his palm, hot tears trickling down his cheeks as he nodded.
“It’s me. It’s me, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian croaked, voice rough and scratchy.
It served as a stark reminder to Lan Wangji about the situation they were in.
“Wei Ying!” He leapt up, tugging his husband up with him. “What… I - what’s happening? What happened to you?”
Wei Wuxian shook his head, a grimace tugging at his lips, reopening a small cut there that Lan Wangji immediately swiped his thumb over, taking the droplet of blood away with him.
“They tied me down in the middle of an array to try and expel my soul. But the spell Mo Xuanyu used made it so any other spell for my soul wouldn’t work.” Wei Wuxian shuddered, tucking his body against Lan Wangji’s. “They wanted to keep my soul for whatever reason which is why they didn’t kill me in case it fucked up somehow. None of it makes any sense. They tried expelling it instead and it fucking hurt.”
Lan Wangji swallowed, bile burning at the back of his throat. He clutched his husband closer, pressing his nose to the top of his head and turning them so that Wei Wuxian’s back was to the now open door, his eyes roaming the desolated corridor for any potential captors.
“How did you get out?”
Wei Wuxian’s lips brushed against his neck and he couldn’t help the little shiver that rolled through him.
He’d truly thought that he’d lost this. That he’d lost this man.
He held him even tighter.
“A teenager. He felt bad for what his family was doing, he let me loose.” Wei Wuxian explained quietly. “I found the talisman stuck to the door and pulled it off, that’s how I got in here. We’re in some sort of underground basement right below the Inn.”
Lan Wangji hummed consideringly, narrowing his eyes in thought even as his head throbbed in protest.
“Do you know where the ones who took us are?” he asked, rubbing a soothing palm along his husband’s back, wincing slightly as one of his broken nails caught on the ripped threads of Wei Wuxian’s outer robes.
Wei Wuxian pulled back and shook his head, fear bright in his eyes.
“Okay,” Lan Wangji murmured, already tugging them towards the doorway. “It’s okay. Let’s just leave.”
Wei Wuxian gripped the back of Lan Wangji’s robes, shuffling slowly behind him as Lan Wangji began to unsteadily lead them down a long, winding corridor that would hopefully take them to their freedom.
He could only hope that Lan Sizhui had raised the alarms when Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji hadn’t met up with him for lunch before heading back to the Cloud Recesses like they’d agreed upon in Wei Wuxian’s latest letter he’d sent to Lan Sizhui while they’d been on their night hunt.
“Lan Zhan,” his husband whimpered after a minute or so of careful stumbling. “Lan Zhan, I don’t feel good.”
Lan Wangji turned towards him just in time to wind an arm around his husband's waist as he bent forward and hurled all over the ground, vomit splattering violently against both of their boots and the small space between their feet.
He didn’t get the chance to comfort his husband, however, as the rapid pounding of footsteps suddenly echoed around them, getting closer by the second.
He snarled wordlessly and carefully propped Wei Wuxian up against the wall while his husband continued to heave and pant breathlessly. He stood protectively in front of him, hating the fact that there was someone who had not only dared to touch and harm what was his, but they would also see his husband so vulnerable. Something that he knew Wei Wuxian would hate.
Standing between his husband and whoever was coming that would do them both harm, Lan Wangji couldn’t help the surge of hatred that swelled deep within him. Even if it was against the rules of his clan, even if it made him a bad person to wish harm upon others, he would never—could never—stand by idly while someone tried to harm his beloved.
If there was ever a way to make Lan Wangji hate somebody, it was to be a risk to his husband’s life.
He barely caught a glimpse of the two young men heading towards them from around a corner before he darted forward and slammed the side of his hand down on the backs of their necks, not even bothering to catch them to ease their fall.
Let them break their noses, he decided. It was the least they deserved for what they had done, what they had tried to do, to his Wei Ying.
Reaching behind him, he swiftly clasped Wei Wuxian’s wrist in his hand and gave a soft tug before hurriedly following the path the two men had taken towards them, hoping that would lead them to their freedom. As he moved, he blinked slowly against the throbbing in his temple, resolutely ignoring his own problems and instead, he pushed careful strands of his own spiritual energy into Wei Wuxian’s wrist, careful not to overwork himself too soon while they still needed to escape, but not able to just ignore the need to make sure his husband was okay.
Lan Wangji would hear the sound of Wei Wuxian’s screams in his head for the rest of his life. He would show no mercy to those who had hurt him if he came across them during their escape.
His main concern was getting his husband to safety. If they happened upon their captors along the way, well, Lan Wangji was quite happily morally ambiguous when it came to keeping his beloved safe.
Picking up the pace slightly Lan Wangji almost hauled Wei Wuxian behind him once he saw the stairs, the door at the top still open. The sky was dark, and he had a passing wonder about how long they’d been missing but found he couldn’t spare the energy to care.
Not when they were so close.
More footsteps sounded, and Lan Wangji bared his teeth angrily, stooping slightly at the knees and readying himself to launch at whoever was coming for them this time. His energy was quickly waning, his temple was throbbing with each pulse of his heart and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.
But he would do what he could. He would always do what he could to save his Wei Ying.
“A-die!”
Lan Wangji’s eyes slammed shut in pained relief at the sound of his son. He could hear Wei Wuxian’s soft sobs from behind him as he slowly inched around him to reunite with Lan Sizhui, but Lan Wangji couldn’t move. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground, his heart beating a frantic rhythm inside of his chest, anxiety bubbling through his veins.
He felt like he was seconds away from passing out, but he couldn’t, not yet. Not while Wei Wuxian was still in danger.
He blinked his eyes open blearily to look at the image of Lan Sizhui curled into Wei Wuxian’s chest, his brother and Lan Jingyi standing in the open doorway on top of the staircase and he allowed himself a moment to simply feel the relief sweeping through the adrenaline still rushing through his body.
“Sizhui,” he called, voice hoarse. He waited until he had his son’s full attention before quirking his lips up slightly. “Protect Wei Ying.”
With that, he felt his body tumble forward and he let go of his tenuous hold on reality, slipping into unconsciousness with the sound of Wei Wuxian crying out his name alongside his brother and son.
Wei Ying would be fine now. He would be safe. It was okay.
Wei Wuxian woke up with a stifled yell, his heart in his throat and his body trembling from the sheer panic he felt. Everything was dark. The room he was in smelt faintly medicinal, and he definitely didn’t trust the fact that his body felt pain-free. They would be back, he was sure of it. They wouldn’t stop until they’d killed him. He was going to die here.
“L- Lan Zhan!” he cried desperately, rolling and thrashing against whatever was pinning him down. “Lan Zhan, please. Please!”
His body rolled and he tumbled onto the floor, elbow thumping painfully against the ground but he barely spared it a secondary thought, instead bringing his arms up around his head and curling his knees against his chest to try and make himself as small as possible.
It was something he’d quickly learnt after their first two attempts to extract his soul. If he was curled up his body felt less like it was being shredded apart and more like it was being stretched. Painful, but far less than it had been before.
“-ing! Wei Ying!” someone was calling him. “Wei Ying!”
His entire body thrashed as someone grabbed him, his survival instincts rearing up immediately. He would not die here. No. He had to get back to his Lan Zhan. He couldn’t die and leave him all alone. Not again.
“Wei Ying. Wei Ying. Wei Ying.”
He blinked. His mouth felt like cotton, and his face was sticky with tears, his heart was still racing away like a rabbit inside of his chest, but he could hear Lan Wangji.
Had… had they gotten out? Were they safe now?
“Lan Zhan?” he whimpered, reaching out blindly for his husband. He inhaled sharply, body going limp like a puppet with cut stings as soon as the familiar scent of sandalwood reached his nostrils. His husband was here.
He was safe.
“Lan Zhan.” he sobbed, curling against his husband immediately once he’d realised who had grabbed him. He tucked his face against his neck and just cried, fear and anger and desperation seeping out of him with each tear that slipped down his cheeks.
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there crying, but he found himself beyond grateful for his Lan Zhan who held him tight throughout it all, never once hushing him. He hummed softly and rocked them on the floor, but he simply allowed Wei Wuxian to release his pent-up emotions as he felt them and, honestly, Wei Wuxian fell a little bit more in love with him right then.
Impossible as it was.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured as he pulled back. His large thumbs brushed at the remaining tears on his face, his golden eyes peering into Wei Wuxian’s worriedly. “Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian croaked, smiling tremulously. His memories were starting to trickle back now and he pushed even closer to his husband, the relief at seeing him awake again after he’d passed out when they’d been rescued sitting bright in his chest. “Lan Zhan. Are you okay?”
Lan Wangji made a soft noise in the back of his throat, almost like he was scoffing at him.
“Am I okay?” Lan Wangji curled his fingers into the hair at his neck, tugging slightly to tip his head back. “Are you okay?”
He hummed softly, eyes fluttering shut and he leaned into the hold at the back of his head.
“Wei Ying was hurt. Badly.”
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes and stared at Lan Wangji, his fingertips trailing absentmindedly across Lan Wangji’s jawline, just relishing in the fact that he could touch him at all after thinking that he would never get the chance to again.
“I was. But I’m okay. You helped me, and Xichen-ge gave me spiritual energy while we came back to the Cloud Recesses. I had even more from the healer. I’m all better, er-gege. I promise.”
He brushed his thumb along Lan Wangji’s bottom lip and frowned reproachfully at him.
“You were hurt too, Lan Zhan. You passed out because your head injury was that bad.” he leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, legs wrapping around Lan Wangji’s lap as his husband finally lifted them off the floor and slipped them both back into their bed.
Lan Wangji shrugged slightly.
“I am okay. I feel healed, too, Wei Ying. Do not worry about me.” Lan Wangji murmured, nuzzling their noses together sweetly.
Wei Wuxian sighed, eyes fluttering shut once more. He couldn’t help but bask in the love of his beloved husband. He hadn’t taken his love for granted before this, no, of course not. But everything felt that much sweeter, that much more sacred ever since he’d thought that he would never get to feel it again.
The fingers in his hair tightened slightly and he shivered helplessly against the sharp burst of arousal that flared in his gut. He was almost embarrassingly responsive to every single one of Lan Wangji’s touches. If his husband didn’t enjoy it so much, Wei Wuxian might’ve actually self-combusted from embarrassment a long time ago.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured hoarsely, lips brushing against his own. “Wei Ying. I thought I’d lost you.”
Wei Wuxian whimpered, his fingers pressing in harshly against Lan Wangji’s back, holding him tight.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I thought I’d lost you.” he returned, tears springing to his eyes again at his perceived loss.
If anything, it only made him more proud of Lan Wangji than he had been before. His husband had loved him and lost him for thirteen years and had still kept going. He had raised their son and lived a life with no regrets just like they had always wanted. But Wei Wuxian had been ready to give up at the mere thought of a life without Lan Wangji.
His husband was so strong. And he was so in love with him.
“I love you. I love you, Lan Zhan, er-gege, I love you.”
Lan Wangji captured his lips with a burning ferocity that had him melting into it immediately, a whimper vibrating at the back of his throat as his husband forced his way into his mouth, tongue swirling and licking in deep, reclaiming every inch of Wei Wuxian’s mouth as his own.
Because it was. Every single inch of Wei Wuxian belongs solely to Lan Wangji. Just as every part of Lan Wangji was his.
He let Lan Wangji manoeuvre him into any position he wanted, staying completely soft and pliant in his hold as his husband rolled them, tucking Wei Wuxian beneath him flat on their bed.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji pulled away with a gasp, golden orbs burning straight into his own. There was something there, an unspoken question of some sort that begged to be answered. “Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian brushed his fingers across Lan Wangji’s face, tickling his way up to his forehead until he could trail the tips of his fingers along his forehead ribbon. He followed the ribbon on one side all the way to the end before giving it a sharp tug, watching happily as it immediately loosened and fell into his waiting hand.
Lan Wangji’s eyes blazed brighter and he couldn’t help but smirk up at him, trying to ignore the shiver that rolled through him at that look.
That look that promised him a pleasure that he would only ever find with his beloved husband.
“I’m okay,” he promised, answering Lan Wangji’s unspoken plea. “I’m okay, Lan Zhan. We’re okay.”
Lan Wangji huffed, leaning down and burying his face against his neck where he immediately began to lick and nip at the skin there. Wei Wuxian keened sharply as his husband pressed his teeth into the skin at the juncture of his neck before biting, the bite harsh and punishing and exactly how Wei Wuxian liked it.
He rolled his hips up helplessly against Lan Wangji’s, desperately seeking some friction for his rapidly swelling cock, arousal burning bright and hot in his gut.
“Er-gege,” he whimpered. “So rough with your poor Wei Ying.”
Lan Wangji hummed against him, pulling back slightly to pepper his face with soft little kisses. A complete juxtaposition to the harsh bite he’d left on his neck but just as enjoyable.
“Mn,” his husband sighed softly. “But Wei Ying can take it.”
He nodded immediately, arching up into his husband as Lan Wangji pressed down against him. Their still fully-clothed cocks brushed teasingly against one another, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help the soft little sob that escaped him.
Lan Wangji rolled their hips together agonizingly slowly, his lips and tongue brushing teasingly across his face and lips and neck. It was too much. It was nowhere near enough. It was everything. It always was.
He was completely boxed in by Lan Wangji. His body was pinning him to their bed, arms on either side of Wei Wuxian’s head and all of his senses were captured entirely by his Lan Zhan. He had never felt so safe in his entire life.
“Please, Lan Zhan,” he whispered, tears stinging in his eyes. He wanted—needed—to be close to him. He needed him inside him, needed to feel him, breathe him. He needed it all. The physical, solid reassurance that this was all real. That they weren’t going away.
Lan Wangji’s gaze softened and he nuzzled their noses together, working his hand between them to undo both of their robes.
“I’ve got you,” his husband promised softly, pulling away just enough to tug their robes off and throw them somewhere across the room (which Lan Wangji would absolutely hunt for once they were done, just as he always) before kneeling between Wei Wuxian’s spread knees to tug his pants down his legs.
Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of Lan Wangji’s weight against him, feeling slightly bereft without his husband all around him.
“Easy,” Lan Wangji soothed, large hands rubbing soothingly across his bare abdomen and chest as he hurriedly rid them of their pants. “I’ve got you, Wei Ying. You’re okay.”
He greedily accepted Lan Wangji over him once more, hands winding around his back and holding him tight so that he couldn’t move.
He felt like he was being swept in multiple different directions all at once and only Lan Wangji was keeping him tethered. The memories of what those people had done to him, the pain they had caused him, were at the forefront of his mind. But the constant burning need he always felt for his husband was vying for his attention more. And he knew which one he would rather listen to.
Wei Wuxian breathed out slowly as Lan Wangji suddenly brushed oil-slick fingers against his hole, his cock throbbing almost painfully at the anticipation he felt at being filled up so beautifully by his husband. He wasn’t entirely sure when Lan Wangji had reached out to their bedside table for the oil, but he also didn’t particularly care. Not when he was this close to having those long, beautiful fingers inside of him.
“Lan Zhan,” he breathed, hips twitching slightly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to press up against Lan Wangji’s erection that was pressing heavily against his stomach, or down into the fingers massaging around his rim. “Er-gege, please.”
“Be patient for me, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured softly, both a command and a question all at once.
Wei Wuxian loved it when Lan Wangji took control. There was nothing like it. But there was something about Lan Wangji asking him that had Wei Wuxian wanting to comply quicker than ever before. His love had asked something of him, and he’d be damned if he didn’t give it his all.
“Okay. Okay.” Wei Wuxian murmured, blinking restlessly up at his husband. He could be patient. He could. “Okay. Okay.”
Lan Wangji huffed a short laugh above him and Wei Wuxian opened his mouth to complain but all the breath in his lung escaped him in a punched-out moan as Lan Wangji suddenly thrust two fingers inside of his ass.
Lan Wangji peppered his face with gentle kisses, soothing him through the sudden intrusion. He couldn’t help but press down into it, the stretch of those fingers inside of him deliciously hot and on the right side of painful that Wei Wuxian needed more.
“That’s it,” he heard Lan Wangji murmur. “So good for me, Wei Ying.”
He whimpered at the praise, so helplessly, wholly, entirely belonging to Lan Wangji that it was actually slightly ridiculous.
“More, Lan Zhan. More!”
Lan Wangji scissored the fingers inside of him open slightly, stretching him even more before slipping in a third finger alongside them. Wei Wuxian wiggled his hips impatiently, fucking himself against the fingers. Lan Wangji loved taking Wei Wuxian apart with just his fingers, and he knew that with the reassurance his husband needed, if he didn’t urge things along he would find himself completely rung out and wrecked by Lan Wangji’s fingers alone.
He reached down between them to tug at his cock, impatience thrumming through him, only to growl lowly as his hand was immediately slapped away.
“Patience, Wei Ying.” This time it was a command and Wei Wuxian was helpless to do anything but follow it.
Lan Wangji slipped a fourth finger inside his hole and he shouted loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his arousal flared even brighter, his body twitching helplessly and toes curling against the mattress.
“You’re so good, Wei Ying. So good for me. You take my fingers so well.” Lan Wangji murmured softly, nipping at his bottom lip before swiping his tongue across Wei Wuxian’s lips, his gaze dark and heavy.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whined. “Please, er-gege. Fuck me already.”
With a completely straight face, Lan Wangji huffed, “I am fucking you, Wei Ying.”
He blinked. Honestly. Why didn’t anybody believe him when he tried to tell people that his husband was an actual menace?
“I want your cock, Lan Wangji,” he clicked his tongue brattily, impatient and desperate for what he wanted all at once. “You know what I mean.”
Lan Wangji hummed.
“Mn, I know.” he nipped at Wei Wuxian’s bottom lip again before suddenly tugging his fingers free from his hole, making Wei Wuxian cry out immediately at the sudden loss, feeling empty and absolutely hating it.
Wei Wuxian barely had time to finish thinking of a complaint before the head of his husband’s thick cock was pressing against his entrance.
He tipped his head back groaning loudly. Yes, he was shameless. Anybody with a husband like Lan Wangji (being fucked with a cock the size of Lan Wangji’s) would be the same.
His thighs flexed around Lan Wangji’s hips as he slowly began to push into Wei Wuxian, and he readily eased his muscles until his hole was greedily sucking more of Lan Wangji in until his husband had bottomed out.
He sobbed softly at the feeling of fullness that spread through his abdomen, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sensation. There was nothing like the feeling of being filled by Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji panted softly against his ear and Wei Wuxian shivered with each hot breath that brushed against the shell of his ear.
“Okay,” he murmured after a few moments of adjusting. “Ready.”
Lan Wangji didn’t waste another second before he slowly pulled out until only the head caught on his rim before suddenly surging forwards, fucking into Wei Wuxian with reckless abandon, their bed creaking with the sheer force of it.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian wailed, fingers scrambling for purchase against his husband’s back. He let himself go limp, unable to meet each of his Lan Zhan’s thrusts and instead letting him do whatever he wanted, happily accepting each brutally hard thrust as though he was born for it.
(He was. He was sure. He was made for this man, for this love, this cock, this sense of fullness. All of it for him. For them).
He knew that this was both of them taking reassurance from one another that they were alive, they were safe. They were together. Every sharp drag of Lan Wangji’s cock against his walls had him floating higher and higher, reminding him quite efficiently that, yes, he had fucking survived.
“Lan Zhan, er-gege, Lan Zhan,” he whimpered, panting harshly against Lan Wangji’s neck as he pulled him in close until there wasn’t an inch of space left between them. Lan Wangji had practically folded him in half and he knew his hips would ache later, but even that was just another reminder that he was alive.
He was rushing towards that edge, his orgasm teasing at the edges of his arousal. His toes curled and his stomach burned hot, a sharp tingle at the base of his spine that seemed to throb in time with his untouched cock that was smearing precum across Lan Wangji’s stomach.
He couldn’t help the dark curl of satisfaction in his chest at the sight of it on his usually pristine husband. Nobody else would ever mark the great Hanguang-Jun like this. No. This was for Wei Wuxian only. He was for Wei Wuxian only.
Wei Wuxian hollered loudly as Lan Wangji’s cock pressed against his prostate, stars exploding behind his eyes as his eyes slammed shut. He would never get enough of this. Never get enough of them.
“Fuck,” he slurred slightly, rolling his hips up to try and urge Lan Wangji to hit that spot again. “Fuck. How are you so good? Lan Zhan-er, fuck.”
He tugged and smoothed at Lan Wangji’s hair with his free hand, the other clenching tightly around the forehead ribbon that signified his husband’s restraint.
Lan Wangji had absolutely thrown all restraint out the window.
Lan Wangji licked at the shell of his ear before biting down slightly, his fingertips pressing harshly into Wei Wuxian’s hips hard enough to bruise.
He hoped they would bruise.
“Come for me, Wei Ying.”
Lan Wangji punctuated his words with a sharp thrust directly against his prostate and Wei Wuxian howled, his orgasm barrelled through him unforgivingly. He unraveled entirely, thick ropes of come spurting across both of their stomachs, smearing helplessly hot and sticky against their skin. His ass clenched tightly around Lan Wangji’s cock, his thighs trembled on either side of his husband's hips.
Nobody could take Wei Wuxian apart and put him back together again with the same startling efficiency as Lan Wangji.
His husband fucked him through his orgasm steadily, his fingers moving from where they’d been gripping at his hips to trail across the mess on Wei Wuxian’s abdomen. Wei Wuxian watched, helplessly fond, as Lan Wangji swirled the tips of his fingers through the sticky come before lifting those covered fingers to Wei Wuxian’s mouth, pushing them past his lips with no warning and waiting for Wei Wuxian to diligently suck them clean before leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss to his nose.
He arched into Lan Wangji as he suckled at his fingers and clenched his ass around his cock again, smiling happily as Lan Wangji suddenly groaned sharply, his head tipping to rest in Wei Wuxian’s neck.
Wei Wuxian wailed as teeth suddenly sank into the skin of his neck, his stomach clenching and cock spurting another short loud of come across their joined bodies, the pain from Lan Wangji’s teeth mixed with the mounting pleasure of his cock hitting against Wei Wuxian’s prostate had Wei Wuxian exploding once more.
He cried out loudly, eyes shut tight and fingers gripping at Lan Wangji’s hair tightly.
Wei Wuxian locked his legs around Lan Wangji’s hips and rolled them over, using the tight grip on Lan Wangji’s hair to pull him down, groaning delightedly at the sharp grunt of pain from Lan Wangji coupled with the sudden twitch he felt from the cock still buried deep inside of him.
“I want your come, Lan er-gege,” he pouted, nipping and sucking at those spit-slick lips.
His voice wobbled unsteadily, his heart still racing and throat aching from the force of the cries that had left him at his two orgasms.
Lan Wangji gripped Wei Wuxian’s hips tightly, lifting him just enough before tugging him back down onto his cock furiously fast, punching out all the remaining air left in Wei Wuxian’s lungs.
“You tease too much,” Lan Wangji complained before setting another relentless pace.
He gave himself over entirely to Lan Wangji, resting against his chest, happy to let his husband move his tired body however he liked to reach his own orgasm.
There was a tell-tale hitch to Lan Wangji’s breath and Wei Wuxian zeroed in on it, a pleased smile spreading across his face even as he whimpered and writhed above Lan Wangji.
That little hitch always meant that Lan Wangji was a few thrusts away from coming. And Wei Wuxian truly did love to be filled by his husband.
Wei Wuxian clumsily patted the top of Lan Wangji’s head and deliberately clenched his hole around Lan Wangji’s cock, both of them moaning in tandem at the feeling.
“Come, Lan Zhan. Come for your Wei Ying.”
Lan Wangji’s chest rumbled with a low groan as he thrust once, twice more before his rhythm completely stopped as his orgasm took hold of him. Hot come shot straight into Wei Wuxian and he couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling, rolling his hips down to chase the sensation as Lan Wangji continued to unload into him with a muffled call of his name.
“That’s it, that’s it,” he babbled into Lan Wangji’s chest, slumping completely on top of him. “Good boy, Lan Zhan. Good boy.”
Lan Wangji held him tightly, breathing shakily into his ear.
“Wei Ying. Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian hummed softly, nuzzling tiredly into his neck.
“I’m here, love. We’re both here. It’s going to be okay.” he murmured. “I love you.”
“I love you, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji rasped, holding him tight. “I love you.”
They would be okay. They were alive and they were together and Wei Wuxian’s hips ached fiercely but it didn’t matter. He was alive.