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"I think it sounds terribly fun. Don't you?"
Wei Wuxian stares across the table at Lan Zhan, chin resting on the heel of a hand as he swirls his wine. His eyes don't leave his husband's face, and he watches with adoration as the pink slowly brightens up his ears.
"Think about it. Your uncle can't get mad. And I mean… by all accounts, it's traditional. Isn't that a Lan thing? Following tradition?"
"That does not mean to behave as animals."
"It's our nature!" Wei Wuxian tuts, and fixes his posture so both hands gently grace the wine cup on the table before him. "Come onnn… Since being resurrected as an omega, I've only had one heat and it was atrociously boring and miserable. With a hunt, you get to chase me down and then have your savage way with me!"
"I can have my 'savage way' with you now."
"It's so domestic and mundane. I don't care how kinky you try to make it."
Lan Wangji's brow furrows. Wei Wuxian winces, and then crawls around to climb into Lan Wangji's lap, straddling him and planting little kisses on his face.
"Aiyo, perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. I only mean that comparatively. Outside of my heat, I love our sex life and it's perfect. I would change nothing. In heat, though…" He nuzzles under Lan Wangji's jaw, pressing his nose to Lan Wangji's neck and breathing his scent in deeply. "I want you to claim me fully. Subdue me entirely, Hanguang-jun."
Lan Wangji's arms wrap around Wei Wuxian, holding him in place. "How sure are you that you will actually run from me to give chase, rather than run towards me to beg for my knot?"
"What! What lack of faith you have in me! Lan Zhan! You ought to trust me more! How could you think so little of me?!"
"You're the one—!"
Lan Wangji cuts himself off, his frustration bubbling away immediately. Wei Wuxian laughs a little.
"I know! I know! I'm incapable of not opening my legs for you. I know." He presses himself even closer. "Just like now, huh? Wide open. Just for you…"
The forest, though familiar, feels very different as Wei Wuxian enters his heat. It's him, he knows; it's his hormones messing with his perception. It's not great; it's not safe. There are a lot of risks associated with this but he thinks he's being careful and cautious! Lan Wangji scouted through the forest earlier to make sure nothing too dangerous was nearby, and Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi were sent on an impromptu night hunt a little further out.
It doesn't mean other cultivators won't walk by. It doesn't mean alphas that aren't his husband won't pick up on his scent. But it at least… helps. A little.
He can admit that maybe this wasn't the greatest idea; maybe Lan Qiren should just have to put up with having to use silencing spells. No one needs to know that he admits this to himself. He just has to make sure that this is a resounding success and he won't have to lose any face.
For the first several hours, Wei Wuxian entertains these thoughts and flips them around in his head. For the next several hours, he contemplates where to stop and eat a small lunch. Among the blankets and furs that Lan Wangji readied for him is Suibian, just in case of emergency, as well as a fair supply of rice and vegetables. It should be more than enough, seeing as once his temperature skyrockets and the horniness sets in, he's absolutely not going to want to eat.
Judging from the sun, as Wei Wuxian continues on and watches it slowly start to descend from its zenith, Lan Wangji should be entering the forest shortly. Giving Wei Wuxian the time to get ahead in the forest for the hunt had been a great idea. Giving Lan Wangji the time to rest and reserve his energy as Wei Wuxian's depletes? Diabolical.
What's even worse is that, Wei Wuxian can feel the first kicks of his heat start cramping in his belly. Judging from the last time, he has just a few hours until he's soaking through his pants and sweating. Great timing! He'll be fighting to get rest as his body starts signaling the need for a knot. How unfair.
He'd better find somewhere, and fast.
His instincts demand he make a small den to either wait this out, or to welcome his alpha. His brain tells him that's a stupid idea. That leaves him open to be found far too easily, but climbing a tree to be out of reach is no more a good idea than that, either. He can fall far too easily if his fever and cramping get the best of him.
He is, however, living in the mountains, now. Gusu, and particularly Cloud Recesses, is surrounded by caves. Many are abandoned by the creatures that once inhabited them, but that means that there are just that many more to keep Lan Wangji guessing, should he check.
Wei Wuxian is exploring the third cave, making sure to leave a strong scent trail in each one, when he's forced to double-over in a burst of temporary pain.
His body is far too close to the initial waves of his heat for him to keep exploring for the next cave. He'll have to venture a little deeper and curl up with the blankets and furs he has. They won't make the best nest, but they'll have to do for now.
Just as he's crawling into the nest, he can feel how wet he's becoming—which isn't much, but that it's begun is enough of a warning sign. He'll have to wake up early, hope that the worst of his cramping has dissipated, and keep going.
(He does contemplate letting Lan Wangji find him; it's so tempting, if it means staving off the pain and misery. But then he 'loses' and Wei Wuxian will not have that!)
Come the early morning, before any kind of teasing sunlight can sneak into the cave, Wei Wuxian forces himself awake. He's wet, he's miserable—hadn't Shijie ever mentioned what she used to stave off of the worst of this? Probably not; not with two alpha brothers. But boy, does he wish that had been an appropriate topic of conversation to have. Then he might know what to use. And of course, Wen Qing would never have need to mention it. Wei Wuxian had been an alpha when Wen Qing was alive, and he'd had no interest in pursuing an omega to mate. The knowledge was useless to him. In the present, however… That would be great knowledge to have. He groans, forcing himself up to pack up his things.
This had been such a stupid idea. He could be on his back with his legs in the air, Lan Wangji's knot buried snugly inside him. But nooo. He had to suggest a mating run. It will be fun, he said. It's traditional, he said. If there is any legacy Wei Wuxian hopes will never follow after his name, it's how fucking stupid he becomes in the name of fun.
(Yeah, it's too late, he knows, but man… What he would give to actively practice just the tiniest bit of foresight where his heat is involved.)
What if he decides he doesn't care, and does seek out Lan Wangji, instead of continuing to run and hide? Yeah, it would prove Lan Wangji right, but Wei Wuxian would get what he wants, regardless. Is it really a loss? It's not like Lan Wangji will complain about getting to fuck Wei Wuxian sooner rather than later.
No. He has to keep going. He's not even close to the worst he'll suffer.
This is fun, he reminds himself. Because it is! Really!
He just has to remind himself.
It's fine.
Through the morning and into the early afternoon, Wei Wuxian manages to relax. The sunlight hitting his face, the comforting spring breeze, the soft aroma of the flowers… Nature itself takes pity on his misery and lifts his mood. He can't remember it working the same when he was an alpha suffering his rut.
Not to say that he's completely free of discomfort, or wetness, or fever. They are still present. But it is easier to brush aside and take care of. Especially when he finds a river nearby to wash himself in. If it wasn't out in the open, he might contemplate just relaxing in the water all day. Unfortunately, this is indeed the case and so he swaps out one set of clothing for another and washes the first. He'll have to let them hang-dry overnight; drying them over a fire is too risky.
Even without the fire, it's a risk. Even having cleaned himself and minimizing the scent trail left in his wake, it's a risk.
A rogue cultivator, an alpha, traveling through Gusu has caught his scent and, Wei Wuxian can see, is eagerly searching him out.
With night having set in and sleep calling for him—he'll need all the energy he can get when he's in full-blown heat—Wei Wuxian's mood has plummeted just enough and the pain and discomfort grow. He's not in the mood to put up with this bullshit, so he grabs Suibian and readies himself.
(Where is Lan Wangji? Shouldn't Lan Wangji have found him by now? It's not like Wei Wuxian is trying hard to hide from him…)
"You! Omega!" the mysterious alpha calls. "Come out! I know you're here!"
Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. It would be easy enough to run away but then he'd really be pursued. His instincts are happy to have Lan Wangji hunt him down. They're married. They're mated.
This guy?
Blegh.
Wei Wuxian will have to take care of this.
He withdraws Suibian from its sheath, and steps into the open.
"Oh, Alpha…!"
He'll have to thank Lan Wangji for his foresight later.
Wei Wuxian hates cleaning the blood off of his sword.
He can't deny the primal sort of pleasure that felling an assailant brings, even if it helps encourage his burgeoning heat.
He can't help it if, that night, he gives in just a little bit and gets himself off once.
Or twice.
Surely it's fine to take greater precaution and sleep naked, just in case he makes a mess in his sleep…
Waking up the next day is even harder. He still has a minimal grasp on his faculties and he still knows what his goal was. Hell, he still wants to make Lan Wangji chase him. Pin him down and have his way with him so much that he dreamed of it.
Removing his clothes had been an excellent idea. Looking at the evidence, he came at least twice in his sleep; just thinking of how dream-Lan Wangji had fucked him has Wei Wuxian's cock twitching to life. He has to groan, because all his body wants is its mate and if it wasn't for the fact that Wei Wuxian knows Lan Wangji will finally stop lagging behind and just pounce on him soon, Wei Wuxian might give in.
…Lan Wangji had better hurry up.
Wei Wuxian dresses in his outer-most robe. He's still dirty from the cave floor, from dried cum; he'll have to return to that river, if only to rinse off. It won't do for Lan Wangji to catch him while he's dirty. He can save the cleaner clothes to put on and give the outer robe a good rinse, as well.
His body aches with every step he takes towards the river. He just wants to collapse and present himself in the hopes his alpha will magically appear. The sun and breeze don't do nearly as much for him today as they did yesterday—a tragedy—but at least the flowing water of the river reinvigorates him a little bit. His outer robe hangs from a nearby tree branch, drying, while he suffers through the sensation of the rest of his clothing against his too-warm and too-sweaty skin. He wants nothing more than to peel the fabric off to save him from itching and sticky fabric but…
Not much longer, now.
Hunger, at least, distracts him. Minimal though it is, at least it's there. Vegetables are the last things he wants, and he pulls up enough energy to catch a fish and skewer it. It's more than enough, and it's enough to decide that a midday fire to cook said fish over is fine. Its brightness won't be so noticeable in broad daylight, its smoke won't be as visible; sure its smell and the aroma of his fish might give him away, but it's fine. Right? He has a feeling that Lan Wangji would rather—
There's a rustling not too far, just beyond the trees lining the riverbank. Wei Wuxian lowers the fish before he's even sunk his teeth into it, eyeing the trees. It's not another random alpha, but neither is it some random creature. There's a stillness in the air and Wei Wuxian swallows in excitement. He just knows his scent is giving him away; he's excited and it's not as though he can control it very well, but he can't find it within himself to want to control it.
Wei Wuxian keeps his eyes focused on the treeline, fish fallen to the ground and forgotten. It's not more than a minute later when Wei Wuxian, at last, picks up that rich and comforting scent of sandalwood. All of his senses screech to a halt, and then fire forward. There's no stopping the desperate whine that escapes him and his hands grab at his throat in an attempt to strangle the sound.
His stare, at least, remains steady, and his feet dig into the ground so he's ready to dash away.
The bushes shake violently, their shuddering twigs accelerating the beating of Wei Wuxian's heart.
Before he can register what's happening, Wei Wuxian is sprinting away from Lan Wangji.
Adrenaline is the only thing moving Wei Wuxian forward at this point. That, and a very purposeful ignorance of his instincts' demands now that his mate is near. His hair, yet untied after his dip in the river, flies out behind him and flaps in the wind he generates in his haste. Once he's run back into the forest, leaping over sticks and rocks, Wei Wuxian feels like he's flying. He smiles widely, a new rush of energy coursing through him.
He laughs excitedly with each jump and pivot. The only guarantee he has that Lan Wangji isn't immediately on his tail is scent; otherwise, it feels like Lan Wangji is everywhere around him, eager to dig his fingers into Wei Wuxian's thighs. He doesn't dare look back: Any kind of faltering means a premature end to this chase. He'd earlier contemplated giving up on it, impatient and needy, but now he finds himself all too eager to continue. The cramps and fatigue of his heat are long forgotten in his excitement, but his need isn't, and that need demands he be chased, caught, pushed down, and taken.
He was wet before, but the thought makes him more so.
Wei Wuxian surges forward—
—And then skids to a halt as a white, fluttering blur leaps over and ahead of him.
(Lan Wangji is amazing! So talented! Wei Wuxian is so lucky to have such a mate.)
Lan Wangji stands to a proud posture, staring narrowly at Wei Wuxian with the intensity Wei Wuxian has longed for. Lan Wangji is only playing along for Wei Wuxian's sake, by now, and Wei Wuxian loves him all the more for it—though he can tell that Lan Wangji is reaching his limit. It is incredibly fun.
Wei Wuxian smiles wide, blows Lan Wangji a kiss, and immediately dodges into a renewed sprint past a line of forest growth. While the adrenaline keeps him going, he knows it won't be long until his body gives out and forces him to the forest floor. He dodges low-hanging branches, vaults over stumps or boulders, and grabs the trunk of a tree to redirect himself. He takes the risk of looking back over his shoulder in time to see Lan Wangji jumping so elegantly over a fallen tree trunk.
He shudders and could collapse then and there. The absolute skill and competence…
Looking back has its consequences, however, and it's not the spike in how horny he is. Once he's turned around, it's already too late. His foot lands too close to a loose edge of earth, and with the soil he dislodges, Wei Wuxian trips and spills down with it, rolling with the dirt and leaves and sticks and rocks with the back drop of a worried shout of, "Wei Ying!"
Wei Wuxian groans as he sits up, quickly assessing himself to make sure he's unhurt. Nothing is screaming in immediate pain, no bones are sticking out. He peeks up to find that the fall wasn't even bad—just several feet. Honestly, the worst part of it is that he'll have to find his way back to the river to clean his robes again. And his hair!
"Wei Ying!"
Wei Wuxian's eyes widen and he snaps his gaze up to see Lan Wangji gracefully—gracefully, the asshole!—stepping down the slope of dirt. Not a speck of earth on him.
His trifling concerns are swept away. Lan Wangji's thick, heady scent breaks through the earthy fragrance of dirt and petrichor, and Wei Wuxian suddenly cares only about that.
But he doesn't want this to be how Lan Wangji takes him! He wants to be caught! Pinned to the ground!
Wei Wuxian fumbles, hurrying to his feet to start a new dash.
He's not even stood straight up before his ankle buckles and trips him back to his knees with a harsh hiss. Okay, so maybe he missed the twisted ankle in his surprise, but it's fine. He'll just be careful! He gingerly hops up, ignoring the pain, and before he's a single step forward to resume the chase he knows it's over.
Lan Wangji is done waiting.
Wei Wuxian again meets the forest floor, face-first and with the most desirable weight upon his back. He can't help the guttural and whiny moan he lets out. Scrapes? Bruises? Twisted ankle? They're nothing compared to his mate's body pressed against his, keeping him pinned in place.
Any control he thought he'd had on himself and his heat? Gone. There's no more pretending and after all: Lan Wangji has caught him fair and square. He doesn't need to pretend, like he normally does.
"Lan Zhan! You beast! Pushing me into the dirt like this…" he groans. All he wants, more than teasing, more than the room to move, is to at least lift his hips to present to Lan Wangji. Now that he's right here on top of him, now that his heat is no longer ignorable, Wei Wuxian can.
He presses his hips back, both incensed by the layers of fabric trapped between him and Lan Wangji, and unwilling to do much more about it except press back harder. He can feel Lan Wangji's hard cock pressing against his ass, he can feel how absolutely wet he is, and he can also feel how absolutely not inside him Lan Wangji's cock is.
"You begged for this," Lan Wangji nearly growls. Wei Wuxian can feel the brush of Lan Wangji's lips right at the curve of his ear, the hot breath caressing past his cheek. It makes him whine out loud and shamelessly as he wriggles beneath Lan Wangji and tries to coax him into doing something.
"Then come on!" Wei Wuxian gasps, egging Lan Wangji on. "You've kept me waiting for so long! I had to draw my sword to defend myself against another alpha! Put me in my place! Alpha, Alpha…" He whines again, squirming to find the leverage to push back.
The words must do something to Lan Wangji. When his hands move to slide under Wei Wuxian and lift his hips until Wei Wuxian is on his knees, the movement is rough. Those same hands then tear Wei Wuxian's belt away and rip his pants in their recklessness, so hungry they are to finally stroke so roughly at Wei Wuxian's cock. Wei Wuxian groans in feeble relief—glorious though the feeling is, it is not what he needs.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have had sex more than enough times to pick up the other's tells or how the other is feeling. Right now, Wei Wuxian knows that Lan Wangji can feel just how much fun he's having—despite the frustration. Right now, Wei Wuxian knows just how much fun Lan Wangji is having, torturing Wei Wuxian further like this.
Wei Wuxian feels his eyelids want to drop, and almost wants to let Lan Wangji take over as his energy crashes. Especially as cooler air brushes around his hips and thighs where his pants used to be in one piece; cooler air yet as it meets the saliva left behind from Lan Wangji's bite marks.
But at least… Being in this position gives Wei Wuxian a new edge. He spreads his knees a little further, presenting himself to Lan Wangji. It takes no real energy, and he knows it will help him get closer to what he wants. There is no way any mated alpha can deny themselves this and for Lan Wangji, who stands so proudly before all the rest, is no different. With a frustrated growl so soft that Wei Wuxian isn't sure he heard it, Lan Wangji divests himself of his robes with exemplary expedience and before Wei Wuxian can take a breath, Lan Wangji's cock presses only briefly at his wet hole before being slammed in as far as it can go.
The intrusion forces from Wei Wuxian's lungs air that he didn't even know he had. He trembles in discomfort but that tremble is all too quickly swept away with a bursting tidal wave of pleasure. Lan Wangji is moving now, fucking Wei Wuxian with every bit of energy and aggression he has. How many days were they on this chase? Wei Wuxian knows how close he was to giving in, before. Has Lan Wangji been that desperate during the hunt? Of course he was. Wei Wuxian knows this! Lan Wangji is always happy to fuck Wei Wuxian. (And Wei Wuxian is happy to be so. It's just different, in heat!)
So pent up is Wei Wuxian that by the tenth thrust into Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian is already coming. He moans out Lan Wangji's name, paying no attention to the cum that splashes beneath him. There's no time to pay it any attention, anyway. Wei Wuxian's cock is not softening, and the over-sensitivity he feels as Lan Wangji keeps fucking him is just feeding the electricity sparking through his body rather than urging him to stop.
Wei Wuxian moans loudly, and long, its taper wrapping into a whine as his body is rocked. "L-Lan… Zhan, Lan Zha-ahhhnn… Fuck—fuck me, fuck me… Knot, Lan Zhan, please, knot me…"
"I will," is all Lan Wangji answers, voice tight and gruff in his apparent strain. Is he holding back? That's not good. Wei Wuxian's needs demand very differently, and his mind starts whirling with all sorts of ridiculous possibilities. Has he angered his mate? Is his mate punishing him by denying him a knot? Does he not feel good enough for his mate?
Wei Wuxian whines again, tying to push his hips back to meet Lan Wangji's thrusts. He squeezes around the cock beating into him, hoping to give Lan Wangji more friction; hoping to coax his knot from him.
In this position, there isn't much more he can do. His heat, his and Lan Wangji's sex, has his body feeling pliable to Lan Wangji's direction. No matter how his instincts and need thrash within him for more, give me more! he is at Lan Wangji's mercy: Bullied beneath the overbearing alpha and forced to take only what is given. His demands and desire are nothing.
Every time Wei Wuxian has this realization, he can't help the growth of intensity within him. He grows more and more desperate, and it, in turn, just gets him more excited to trust in what Lan Wangji has in store for him.
It is absolutely silly, he'll later remember, that he thinks this way during his heat. It isn't long before his next orgasm is pulsing through him, summoning a cry from deep down. Lan Wangji is actually quite attentive to Wei Wuxian when he is in heat; he's so far removed from his normal self, often fucking more than one orgasm into him before he lets Wei Wuxian come. But like this?
His body wastes no time in reminding him, with a pulse of miserable discomfort, that all he wants right now is a knot—orgasm be damned.
(Heavens, he loves Lan Wangji.)
Lan Wangji stops and pulls out, and immediately every warning signal goes off within Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji can't just stop before he's knotted him! He knows that Lan Wangji's instincts are demanding just the same. His mate is in heat, his mate just wants a knot, to feel his alpha fill him up.
Wei Wuxian's eyes widen and he snaps his attention behind him.
"What are you doing! You can't just stop…! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, put it back in, quickly! What is the meaning of this?! Please? Please? Lan Zhan!"
As ever, Lan Wangji does not deign to answer Wei Wuxian. (Great when Wei Wuxian is not in heat. Terrifying when he is.) He grabs Wei Wuxian's hips instead, flipping him over roughly, right into the small puddle of his own cum, and pushing his legs forward.
Wei Wuxian doesn't even realize it, right away.
This is far too good.
The position is a little more difficult for Lan Wangji, especially on rocky ground, but they're too far gone in each other. Scraped knees are the last of their concerns.
Lan Wangji presses Wei Wuxian's legs back even further, until Wei Wuxian hooks his arms under his knees. He can feel how flushed he is as he wonders if Lan Wangji enjoys staring at him like this. Sweat and slick-dampened robes hanging across bitten flesh in limp and shredded strands; cock flagging with two orgasms and his hole red, wet, and gaping.
Wei Wuxian peeks down to see Lan Wangji's cock: painfully hard, wet with Wei Wuxian's slick—and with a knot just waiting to lock them together. Immediately Wei Wuxian's mouth salivates and he starts whining once more.
"Lan Zhan! You're making me suffer! Please, stick it in, hurry, you must, knot me, it hurts, please…!"
To show how 'serious' he is, Wei Wuxian releases his legs so they can lock around Lan Wangji and turn them so he can force himself down on Lan Wangji's cock. It's his favorite position when he's not feeling so shaky and drained as he is in heat, but if Lan Wangji won't give it to him, then Wei Wuxian will simply take it.
Unfortunately for Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji sees through his game and keeps them rolling so Wei Wuxian is, once again, on his back.
Wei Wuxian grits his teeth, glaring at Lan Wangji and struggles, weakly, under him.
"Fuck me!" Wei Wuxian spats with a glare, and tries wiggling his way down to reach for Lan Wangji's cock. "Please, Lan Zhan! Fuck me! Knot me!"
He does so hate to admit that his desperation manifests as tears in his eyes. Not his playful crocodile tears as he eggs Lan Wangji on in bed. These are real tears; tears formed in a heat-induced anxiety and laced with distress. He's empty, he's been given the barest hint of precum, and his alpha refuses to give him his knot. Wei Wuxian is not particularly given over to any omega-esque predilections, but when he's in heat? Is it so bad to want what's stereotyped of his kind?
Lan Wangji grips one ankle, and one wrist. Wei Wuxian knows he'll have handprint-shaped bruises blooming tomorrow, but he's more focused on how Lan Wangji growls at him, forcing Wei Wuxian's chastising and crying to dial back.
"I said," Lan Wangji begins, voice lower than even its normal timber, "that I will. Patience."
It takes all that Wei Wuxian has not to speak back nor move. If Lan Wangji has said something, if Lan Wangji has reiterated himself and scolded Wei Wuxian, then Wei Wuxian is bound to wait. His instincts won't allow him to do otherwise; at least not for another few moments.
Or, until Lan Wangji leans down to kiss him, and kiss down his neck and nibble at his skin, his mating scar. It makes Wei Wuxian wrap his arms and legs around him, keeping Lan Wangji in place. It's a brief distraction, but not enough of one that it can keep Wei Wuxian's begging at bay. Though mollified, for this instant, his needs will undoubtedly start begging in mere moments.
But Lan Wangji heads it off with a pleased moan; Wei Wuxian feels Lan Wangji's cock slide in to fill him up once more. He can just feel the tease of Lan Wangji's knot just outside his hole. It's not enough to be actively fucked, anymore; Wei Wuxian has one goal and it is to be knotted. Over-sensitivity be damned, his priorities know better!
"Do you hate me, Lan Zhan? Do you enjoy knowing that your omega is in pain? Do you not want to breed this one?"
Lan Wangji huffs, his teeth matching the scar they left long ago and pressing into them. "My omega knows the answer to each of those questions," he says, and starts fucking into Wei Wuxian with the same urgency as before. Every thrust brings with it a brief glimmer of hope that Lan Wangji will finally knot him and come, and every withdrawal from his body takes that hope with it.
"You feel so—good inside me, Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan, please, it'd feel, ah, even better with your knot… Please, I hurt, your omega hurts… I need it… Lan Zhan! You promised never to deny me—ah!—anything again…!"
Lan Wangji's thrusts pick up in speed and intensity.
"Doesn't… count…!" he hisses, and he slams his knot into Wei Wuxian, rocking his hips as he comes, pulse after pulse spilling into the other.
Wei Wuxian can't help but yell as he's forced to take Lan Wangji's knot. Wet and desperate as he is, Lan Wangji's knot is not small and it hurts, but even amidst the pain, Wei Wuxian can't help how good it feels to be locked to Lan Wangji. How good it feels to feel his mate come inside him. He hardly registers his own, third, orgasm. He only knows that his mate has, at last, taken care of him in his heat.
He's sated, for now.
He tsks, even as Lan Wangji flips them once more. It's far more comfortable like this, with Wei Wuxian getting to lay on top of Lan Wangji.
He presses his face under Lan Wangji's jaw, relaxed and content. "Lan Zhan. You were so mean to me. I was suffering, and you made me suffer more. That's not very fair. I don't do that to you in your rut. You really ought to be kinder to me!"
"You enjoy it."
"You have quite a strange way of defining words, Lan Zhan. Is this the secret of the Lan Sect?"
"Perhaps it is you who prefers to twist intent."
"I would never!" Wei Wuxian says, but he can't help grinning a little. "I'm supposed to believe the slander of a man who mounted me in the dirt, like some shameless deer in rut? Where anyone could walk by? You know, I killed that alpha for getting too close. You made me wait for so long, knowing how miserable I was, how in danger I was!"
"You asked for this."
"I asked for you to chase me. Not fuck me out in the open like an animal." It was exactly what he'd asked for. "Hm, perhaps instead Hanguang-jun is the one who was so feral? Did you want someone to catch you defiling me?"
Lan Wangji stays quiet, but in quick enough order Wei Wuxian finds himself on his back once more.
His heat starts curling behind his navel and he smiles widely up at Lan Wangji.
"Again so soon, Er-gege? Will you prove me right?"
Lan Wangji grins back.
"Mark your words."
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