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“Ah! Lan Zhan! We can’t! We mustn’t!”
Crushing a nearly naked Wei Ying up against the wall of the Jingshi, Lan Wangji barely suppresses an incredulous laugh. They have already, just an hour ago. But if Wei Ying wants to go on this flight of fancy, he’ll try to play along.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m to be married in only a week’s time! I have to be a virgin on my wedding night!”
Ah. They’ve done this one before in various versions. For some reason Wei Ying loves the idea of being deflowered like an innocent maiden. Lan Wangji is supposed to overpower him despite his protestations, fucking him while he cries that he’s ruined. Lan Wangji is certainly happy to oblige him. But today, for some reason, he decides to take on a different character.
“Don’t worry.” Mouth to Wei Ying’s ear, he grinds his cock more firmly into his backside, takes a firmer grip on his lifted thigh.
“How can I not worry?” Wei Ying sighs theatrically, shivering a little in Lan Wangji’s grasp. “My husband will surely find out—I’ll be disgraced—”
“He won’t find out,” Lan Wangji soothes. “I won’t put it all the way in.”
“You—what?” Wei Ying seems genuinely confused, trapped in a haze of lust.
“You’ll still be a virgin.” He presses his mouth to Wei Ying’s shoulder, his neck. It’s hard to talk with all of his blood throbbing in his cock, hard to catch his breath, hard to wait. “Just a little bit. No one will know.”
He can feel the moment when Wei Ying catches up with his idea, when he goes from pretending not to want it to pretending to give in.
“Ngh. Really? You promise? Maybe it won’t really count if we just—”
“Yes.” He’s so hard now, his cock slipping enticingly between Wei Ying’s still-slippery thighs.
“All right,” Wei Ying pants. “All right, you can put it in. But just—just a little.”
“Of course.” Lan Wangji spreads Wei Ying's cheeks apart with his hands, lining himself up at his entrance, which is extremely slick and open and definitely won’t resist him even a little. Lan Zhan easily makes a promise that he fully intends to break—in fact, he’s pretty sure Wei Ying will soon be begging him to break it. “I promise. Just the tip.”