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“Lan Zhan, er-Gege, you spoil me!”
“Mn. As you should be.”
Wei Wuxian laid reclined in his warm bath in the Jingshi, a pillow cushioning his head while his doting alpha gently ran a comb through his damp hair after spending the better part of an hour scrubbing every inch of him. His hands rested on his large, pregnant belly, only just submerged beneath the surface, rubbing it idly.
He winced, and a quiet moan rose from his lips as the teeth of the comb caught in his hair, tugging at his scalp. “Lan er-Gege, you're pulling! Is that any way to treat the mother of your baby?”
There was a click as the comb was set aside. His husband's breath warmed his ear as he leaned over him, his large hands caressing his swollen belly. “Forgive me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against his skin. “How can I make amends for this transgression against my Lan er-Furen?”
Wei Wuxian hummed contemplatively, basking in his alpha’s warm scent. If he thought he couldn't get enough of it before, it had become irresistible since becoming pregnant. He reached for him, weaving his dripping fingers into his husband's soft, silken hair. Turning his head, he used his hold to pull him closer, catching his lips in a warm, wet kiss.
Like magic, Wei Wuxian sensed the change in his alpha as instantaneous as a shift in the weather. His lips turned hungry, invading his needy omega’s mouth with his tongue.
The bathwater sloshed with Wei Wuxian's body seeking more of his alpha's warmth and touch. A soft whine rose from his throat as teeth caught on his lip, tugging and scraping against the tender flesh. “Want you, Gege,” he murmured, gazing into his husband's pale amber eyes, dark with desire.
Lan Wangji worried at his lip for a moment. Then, he swiftly stood, removing the thin inner robe he wore, and reached into the tub. He cradled his very pregnant wife's naked body in his strong arms, lifting him out with ease.
“Lan Zhan, I'm still all wet!!!” Wei Wuxian cried as his husband carried him toward the bed.
“It is fine,” Lan Wangji replied. “We can have someone bring a new mattress. Lan er-Furen’s needs are more important.”
“Mmm, er-Gege…” Wei Wuxian grinned. He could sense his alpha's own need getting stronger even as he was ever so carefully laid on the bed. Sometimes he missed how rough his gege would be before knocking him up, but knowing just how badly he wanted to throw him down on the mattress and ravage him underneath his cautious restraint…
“On your side,” Lan Wangji ordered.
Wei Wuxian gazed appreciatively at his handsome and attentive alpha for just a moment, watching as he undid the tie of his trousers and let them fall to the ground, revealing his eager cock, already half-hard for him. Slick was already gushing from him as his husband wrapped his damp hand around his swelling member, bringing himself to full hardness.
“Now, Wei Ying.”
He pouted his reluctance, but with his alpha's command came overwhelming need, flooding his senses. Slowly, he turned onto his side, wary of his bulging belly. The bed bowed as his husband followed, sidling in behind him with all of his warmth and his hard cock pressing into his backside.
“Wei Ying will need to bathe again,” Lan Wangji crooned, taking a nip at the lobe of his ear.
Wei Wuxian chuckled. “The servants already hate us. Drawing another hot bath won't make much difference.”
A fierce growl rumbled in his alpha's chest as he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing longwise against his omega’s slick and ready hole. “Hatred is not permitted in Cloud Recesses. Especially not for Lan er-Furen.”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes squeezed closed with an elongated moan through closed lips as his husband's girth slid inside him with painstaking slowness. “Er-Gege, you torture me!” he whined, despite how the alpha trembled against his back, fighting his base urge to fuck him senseless. He pushed his hips back, trying to take him deeper.
A snarl Wei Wuxian had never heard before ripped from his alpha’s throat, and his heart seized in his chest.
“Do. Not. Move.”
Even without looking, Wei Wuxian could hear that the words were uttered through gritted teeth. Oh, fuck… He bit down on his lower lip. He was so close… “I can’t believe my alpha could be so cruel!” He began to grind back again, but froze in the act as his husband’s sharp canines sank into the scent gland on his neck, rendering him immobile. His eyes went wide, heart fluttering in his chest, when Lan Wangji finally bottomed out, then, inch by inch, withdrew before pushing back in at the same snail’s pace.
Oh, it was maddening. Was this how Lan Wangji felt when he rode him slow? “So mean to me!” he wanted to say, but the only sound that came out was a long, high-pitched whimper. It wasn't often that his husband got so fed up with his bratty wife that he'd bite him like this, enforcing his will as alpha, but Wei Wuxian lived for it. His poor Lan er-gege must have been really struggling to control himself after an afternoon of pampering.
Wei Wuxian's breathing slowed as his alpha rocked in and out, and his eyes drifted closed, reveling in his husband's warmth and thick length massaging his inner walls. The sharp pain of the teeth at his neck had subsided to a pleasant, dull ache, but as pressure built in his lower abdomen, his need grew. He knew his husband could sense it, his own wanton needs increasing in tandem, but they stayed like this—Lan Wangji's arm holding him just above his belly, his cock sliding in and out, subdued, wet squelching sounds with every careful thrust.
Just when he feared his cruel alpha intended to trap him on the edge like this forever, the arm at his chest moved to his hips. He gasped as a hand, slick with his own juices, wrapped around his swollen cocklet and began to stroke him. A soft whine hummed through his lips as the rhythm of his husband's thrusts ever so gradually picked up in tempo.
“Lan Zhan,” he whimpered.
Milky white spend spilled onto the mattress, and the alpha’s hips stuttered. The jaws clamped on Wei Wuxian's flesh released him as Lan Wangji pulled out just enough to prevent his knot from locking inside, groaning loud and low in his ear, reverberating through him as he spilled his load inside him.
Wei Wuxian fell into his husband, both of them trembling. “I can't believe you bit me like that, Lan Zhan,” he teased quietly, chest heaving. “And then you didn't even knot me. Rude.”
The alpha grumbled something about “a brat” and “dangerous” before the spent omega felt himself drift off to sleep, warm and safe in his husband's arms.