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Sometimes, Lan WangJi’s nightmares were so vivid that it would jolt him awake with grief heavy on his tongue.

“Wei Ying,” he would choke out, his fingers aching and the chords of Inquiry still reverberating in his ears. His heart felt empty, his mind utterly convinced that the events of Dafan Mountain were a dream and Wei WuXian was deaddeaddead –

But as always on these nights, he woke up to a warmth cuddled at his side, emanating soft snores that filled Lan WangJi’s heart. He turned his head and stared at the face of the man whose features were both familiar and unfamiliar at once. Slowly and tenderly, he reached out a hand and traced those soft features, lingering over the cheeks and down to the lips. His mind settled.

“Wei Ying,” he said. There was a little furrow between those brows and a mumble from his lips. Wei WuXian’s fingers curled into Lan WangJi’s robes. His own robes were loose, slipping off one shoulder and showing off the dark bruises imprinted along the sides like flowers blooming. Lan WangJi’s heartbeat picked up again and he suddenly felt that he must see those eyes open and those lips to say his name.

He said again, “Wei Ying.” He shifted his position, carefully maneuvering so Wei WuXian was underneath him and he was kneeling above. He leaned in close. His breath ghosting over the other man’s lips. “Wei Ying.” The distance closed as he pressed a chaste kiss. And then another. And another, but down along his neck and making the flowers grow.

“Mmm,” Wei WuXian mumbled. “What?” Lan WangJi sucked another bruise under his ear as his hands went down underneath his robes to caress his soft thighs. Wei WuXian’s breath hitched and his eyes fluttered open in bafflement. “Lan Zhan?!”

“Yes,” Lan WangJi affirmed and then promptly bit his cheek in mischief. He took great joy in the yelp that followed, which erased any semblance of sleep from Wei WuXian’s eyes.

“Ah! You – you,” Wei WuXian spluttered in indignation. Lan WangJi hummed and opened those legs, so he could settle more comfortably in between while releasing the tie on his own robes and slipping out of them. Wei WuXian’s outrage grew when Lan WangJi’s fingers crept down to press inside his body, which were still wet and open from their previous activities.

“Lan Zhan! It’s only been a few hours and you still - !!”

“Mmm,” said Lan WangJi and blew into Wei WuXian’s neck which earned him a surprised giggle. His other hand found the container of oil they kept permanently at their bedside now and he slicked up his cock, groaning quietly. The air between them felt hotter. Lan WangJi kept his eyes on the squirming man below him whose face was becoming flush with arousal, eyes going dark beneath his lashes.

“You beast! You insatiable beast!” Despite the harsh words, Wei WuXian’s tone was teasing and he grabbed Lan WangJi’s face to properly kiss him. He sucked at his tongue, enjoying the messiness of it. It didn’t last long for he had to break away with another yelp when Lan WangJi took his fingers out.

Before entering, Lan WangJi rubbed his cock against the entrance and savored the feeling of Wei WuXian’s looseness and the wet noises that it made as the tip sunk in just a little past the softened rim.

“A-ah, Lan Er-Gege, you are always so… so…” Wei WuXian trailed off with a moan as Lan WangJi finally fucked into him.

On his part, Lan WangJi watched greedily as Wei WuXian’s eyes grew half-lidded with desire. His hair spread over their pillow like ink while the moonlight streaming through the blinds made him appear ethereal in their bed sheets.

Ah. Wei Ying. The terror of his nightmare faded with every thrust of his hips and the pa sound that came as his balls slapped against his bottom, with every hitched breath that escaped Wei WuXian’s mouth and his pleasured squirms as he was fucked.  

Lan WangJi’s own ears burned as the sound of their coupling echoed in their room, slick and messy, but it further inflamed his passion. He wanted Wei WuXian, always. He wanted him like this, with legs around his waist and his hands clutching at his shoulders. He wanted to fill him out from the inside out and to always have the essence of him marked inside forever and his. He wanted Wei WuXian by his side; to be smothered in his scent so he smelled like WangJi, to have every part of that skin kissed and touched by his lips and wanted to hold him always. His desire for this man felt too intense at times, to the point that he sometimes feared because he wanted everything of him and wanted to give everything in return.

Insensibly, he was jealous and resentful of Jiang WanYin who got to hold a piece of Wei WuXian forever. Golden core or not, it was a part of Wei Ying once, hadn’t it? How fortunate of the man to have that! To hold such preciousness inside! Thirteen years had Lan WangJi suffered, trying to find just one beloved remnant that was not a memory, and yet Jiang WanYin had had Wei WuXian all along.

He knew it was irrational. He knew it bordered on obsessive.

(He was his father’s son, more than what he’d like to admit).

Wei WuXian laughed breathily, bringing Lan WangJi out from his unrighteous thoughts. “Ahhh, waking me up just to fuck me once more. What would your uncle say? So naughty, naughty – nnngh! Hah, ah, be more gentler please, your husband is still recovering from before!”

Even more mischievously, he added, “can you feel yourself from before, Er-Gege? I was already so wet. You tried so hard to clean me out when we did our everyday, but you came too deep. But that’s okay, I love it when you fill me up! I love your cum! I love when you use me! And when you hold me down like this! And – mmmh!”

Lan WangJi gave a punishing thrust that had Wei WuXian’s voice stuttering. He watched in satisfaction as the man underneath him panted and shook.

Wei WuXian moaned, and his eyelashes fluttered seductively. Then he grinned. “So, what do you think? Do you think I’ll be able to bear the great HanGuang-Jun’s child and heir with how much you’ve been coming inside me these past few nights?”

“You talk too much,” Lan WangJi noted gruffly and then flipped Wei WuXian over onto his hands and knees with easy strength that had Wei WuXian’s arousal peak. His hair was swept to one side, revealing a long and pale neck. He still had his robes on, which frustrated Lan WangJi as he wanted to touch his naked back. So, he reached down and ripped the cloth apart.

“You!”

Before Wei WuXian could speak another word, Lan WangJi pressed down above him, his hips moving in fast. He licked at the back of his neck, biting gently and causing Wei WuXian to swat back at him in return. Sweat dripped and made the skin contact even better. Wei WuXian’s legs spread wider, his entire body shaking as he was screwed into the mattress.  

“Ah – hyaa – Lan Zha-zhaaaan~ So rough, s-slow – AH.” Slick dripped down Wei Wuxian’s cock and drenched the sheets below. His hands clutched at their bedding and Lan WangJi put his own hands above them and entwined their fingers together. In Wei WuXian’s ear, he could hear small grunts and sighs of his name. Lan WangJi’s hair hung around them like a curtain, making Wei WuXian feel even more trapped. It should have been frightening, but instead he felt protected.

Lan WangJi was so big. The width of his shoulders, his presence, the breadth of him. It made Wei WuXian lose his mind. He stuck his ass out more, meeting Lan WangJi’s thrusts and his toes curled in overwhelming pleasure while a silly grin curled on his face.

And just as he was about to come, the thrusts stopped.

“No, no, no, no, Lan Zhan! Don’t stop, keep fucking me, what are you doing?!”

“Shh,” Lan WangJi responded. His hands traced up Wei WuXian’s arms and stroked up and then down his sides. They made their way to his hips and Lan WangJi clutched at them, moving his hips back to grind deliciously against his hole.

“Ohhhh,” Wei WuXian’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Lan WangJi’s cock rubbed particularly well against his good spot. “Yes, please Lan Zhan, Gege, let me feel you more!” He grinded back, trying to get Lan WangJi to go a little deeper, to rub inside as much as he can. He babbled affectionately, “it’s good, it’s really really good. You do me so good, Lan Er-Gege so so so good, ah! Yes, good boy, please just move a little faster!”

Lan WangJi sighed gustily as he moved in a slow, but tantalizing way so Wei WuXian could feel every part of him.

Then without warning, he turned Wei WuXian on his back again and gave a forceful thrust that had him arch his back and wail, “ER-GEGE!!

It bounced off the walls, that pleasured scream, along with the sounds of his own grunts and the squelching of their bodies joining in fast movements. Lan WangJi’s face burned, and his frosty features cracked just a little. He fucked in fast and sloppy, grabbing Wei WuXian’s legs and throwing them over his shoulders. The passage was so wet from all the precum he was leaking. His fingers dug into his partner’s bottom and spread them wider and caused a full-bodied shudder and another reverberating scream.

Lan WangJi didn’t look away from Wei WuXian’s face – not even once – watching as his expression became more and more blissed out, his eyes dazed and his mouth panting open. “Ah, ah, ah,” he whimpered out weakly. He was cute like this, all teary-eyed and blushing as his arms curled against his chest. He wasn’t babbling for once, this normally shameless man. He was too fucked out to even form proper words, let alone think.

“Let it out,” Lan WangJi said, regardless. “Tell me what you are thinking.” He groaned as Wei WuXian’s hole convulsed around him, but his lips curled just the slightest at the corners as Wei WuXian tried to form a sentence.

“L-Lan Zha-aaahhn, I -I - !!”

“Mmm?”

GEGE!!”

“Mmm….”

Haaah, nngh, ahhh-AAHNN!”

Lan WangJi muffled a quiet groan into Wei WuXian’s neck. “Go… on…” he said.

Finally, “Husband,” Wei Ying sobbed and arched his back in release. Lan WangJi shuddered in full-blown pleasure, kept fucking him through his climax and pulled louder and louder screams out of him. Eventually, Wei WuXian slapped at his shoulders and cried, “no more no more, come already Lan Zhan, give it to me!”

And he did, releasing deep inside as an overwhelmed Wei WuXian started to really cry.

He lifted his head from Wei WuXian’s neck and pressed his forehead against his. Looked into those bright and reddened eyes that reflected the moonbeams. Let his legs fall from his shoulders. Cupped his cheek and let his thumbs catch those tears like falling stars. Rubbed their noses together affectionately.

He pulled out of Wei WuXian’s body slowly and watched as his cum dribbled out and closed his eyes for a moment because he too was feeling overwhelmed. And aroused. Again.

Then he laid next to his husband who curled against his body and clung to his chest. Their legs tangled together, and Lan WangJi could feel the wetness between his thighs. His cock twitched. “Pervert,” Wei WuXian sniffled and smushed his face into Lan WangJi’s body to hide the embarrassment of his tears. “Do not even dare!”

“Too much?” Lan WangJi kissed the top of head and stroked his back. He wanted Wei WuXian to lift his face out, so he could lick his salty cheeks.

“…No,” Wei WuXian responded sleepily. “I like it when you are rough like this.” He peered out beneath his lashes. “Who knew the righteous HanGuang-Jun is so shameless?”

“Sleep,” Lan WangJi said. His ears were bright red.

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The next day, as Lan WangJi went about his duties, he could not help but notice the oddities of the younger disciples scurrying around him unable to meet his eyes and the older ones turning the other way when he went their direction as if they were running away. He glanced down at his robes suspiciously, but they were clean. His appearance was not out of the ordinary either.

Classes were even more odd as all his students seemed to be terrified of his mere presence. Lan Sizhui and Lan JingYi blushed cherry red when he called on them to answer questions and more than one student spilled ink when he glanced over their shoulders at their work.

Bewildered, he dismissed them early and watched as they practically scrambled over each other to get out the door.

A few minutes later, Lan XiChen came in with a small bottle held inside his hands.

“Brother,” Lan WangJi greeted politely.

“WangJi,” muttered Lan XiChen and then shoved the bottle at him. He was not looking at him. “For… Young Master Wei…”

“….Brother?” A feeling of trepidation bloomed in Lan WangJi’s heart as he recognized the contents to be a soothing ointment for muscles.

Lan XiChen took a deep breath and then grabbed his shoulders and stared directly at him. The first brother’s eyes were bloodshot. “Please… WangJi… for all our sakes… we must set up some privacy seals around the Jingshi.”

Lan WangJi choked.

 

 

 

 

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Wei WuXian’s mouth was a pretty thing.

It used to drive Lan WangJi crazy, back during their school days with his incessant chattering and constant, “Lan WangJi! WangJi-xiong! Lan Zhan!” and most frustratingly, the flirty, “Lan Er-gege~

When Wei WuXian wasn’t looking, he would watch those firm and plush lips, see how they would be bitten in thought and how the tip of his red tongue would occasionally peek out to wet them and make them shiny. Lan WangJi would wonder– oh he how he wondered– what did they taste like?

Wei WuXian liked to pout so much. Playfully. Teasingly. Angrily, when he did not get the attention he wanted. It made Lan WangJi’s head dizzy with so many feelings. He couldn’t have understood what it all meant. How could he? Even so, back then… back then– he wanted– so much -

Pleasure forcefully pulled him out of his reminiscing, traveling upward from his groin and straight to his head like a lightning strike. Like a heavenly tribulation.

Lan WangJi let out a guttural groan, his head going back to hit the wall with a graceless thunk. Beneath him, kneeled between his legs, Wei WuXian whined around his cock. His eyes were misty and a lovely red flush painted his cheeks. Strands of his hair was tangled in Lan WangJi’s left hand, while the other was held around the base of his pillar, to hold it steady as Wei WuXian sucked eagerly. His partner’s hands grappled at his thighs, fingers clenched in the fabrics of his robes.

Wei WuXian was only wearing an outer robe. Lan WangJi’s, in fact. The over-sized white cloth somehow made him look sweeter and brought out the softness of his face. It emphasized those graceful limbs and most importantly, those embroidered clouds marked him as Lan. The sight of Lan WangJi’s robes – in Lan embroidery, in Lan fashion – draped around the naked body of his most beloved…

Wei WuXian’s dazed expression and his pretty, pretty mouth stretched wide around his cock made the image scandalous, causing Lan WangJi’s face to burn with embarrassment and pleasure. From up there, he could see how perky Wei WuXian’s nipples were, and see the wetness between Wei WuXian’s thighs glisten in the candlelight. The robes were so loose they were sliding off his shoulders, showing off the beautiful arch of his neck…

Lan WangJi was mostly clothed still, even as he had two layers off and his cock out. But it made him feel powerful, somehow, these contrasting images. It made him feel big and strong. It made him feel wanted.

Wei WuXian seemed to like it too. He squirmed, shivering and whining softly. He briefly pulled back from his cock, only to come back to lap at its sides like it was something sweet, tonguing at the head and playing around with the slit. He batted away Lan WangJi’s hand so he could stroke along the smooth base and fondle the sacs underneath, so Lan WangJi placed it in his hair as well.

Lan WangJi always had the distant awareness that he was bigger than most men, but like this, with Wei WuXian’s face so close and his red tongue eagerly sucking along the skin, it made his passion flare with some smug satisfaction that made him want to curl up in shame. Still, he could not help but revel in the idea that he had marked Wei WuXian’s body so thoroughly with his own and that now, Wei WuXian would accept no other.

“Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi breathed out. “Wei… Ying…” Now he had Wei WuXian’s head cradled in both his palms.

“Mmmmph,” Wei WuXian moaned tearfully. Shameful wet noises accompanied his own sounds and Lan WangJi looked down in time to witness him plunge the tip of his pillar back into his mouth. “Mmmm. Ngh~” His lips were swollen and kiss-bruised. They stretched so wide. He could see how his cheeks bulged and it made Lan WangJi whimper uncontrollably.

This was one of Wei WuXian’s favorite activities to do in bed. It put him in a strange, dazed mood, made his eyes misty and almost sleepy.

The first time this happened, Lan WangJi immediately pulled him off, alarmed that he had hurt him somehow. Wei WuXian had thrown a fit, scrabbling forward and protesting, “Nooo, Er-gege, give it back! I want it!”

It was cute.

He liked when Wei WuXian threw tantrums. He liked that Wei WuXian, who could single-handedly defeat thousands of armies, could feel safe enough in Lan WangJi’s presence that he could throw childish fits and petulantly whine for his attention. He liked that Wei WuXian would pout, stamp his feet, get playfully cross when he wanted to be pampered.

Wei WuXian gave a harsh suck that caused Lan WangJi’s hips to buckle and his hands to yank harshly at his hair. Wei WuXian yelped.

“Sorry,” Lan WangJi immediately soothed. He tenderly petted down his hair. “Wei Ying? Does it hurt?”

“Yes! Do it again!” Wei WuXian said.

Sighing in fond exasperation, Lan WangJi complied, yanking his hair harshly enough to pull a few strands out.

“Ah!” Wei WuXian moaned. “Ah! Yes! Pull harder! You are- so good- yes, ahh!”  

With a roll of his hips, Lan WangJi plunged back in between those plump lips. Wei WuXian choked, hands flying down between his own legs.

“Mmm~ Mmm!”

He was held up by his hair as Lan WangJi set a firm and steady pace. Slick sounds echoed in the room, accompanied by Wei WuXian’s garbled moans and light choking. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and the sight of it drove Lan WangJi mad.

“Wei Ying. W-Wei Ying. Wei Ying! Ah- hah…” His frosty demeanor cracked, as he arched his back. His knees shook in exertion, just to keep himself up. Sweat dribbled down his face and his clothes were drenched with it and other bodily fluids. “Hah…

Wei WuXian sobbed around his cock as his hands stroked furiously at his own. His throat constricted around Lan WangJi’s cock in a warm, wet vice, bumping at the back. Lan WangJi felt everything, could feel how his cock stroked along the top of Wei WuXian’s tongue. Could feel how he pulsed in that mouth.

Finally, he could not take it anymore. The sensation, along with the image of Wei WuXian’s tearful face was too much and he pulled out one final time and released, thick and in large amounts, over Wei WuXian’s face with a rumbling groan.

“Ngghh….” It reverberated through the air between them, surprising even himself. Stunned at the earth-shattering feeling he just experienced, Lan WangJi glanced down and shuddered.

Wei WuXian was panting, eyes half-lidded as his tongue slightly lolled out. Semen was splattered across his cheeks and lips. It dripped down his neck. Some of it had splattered into his hair.

Lan WangJi gently released the strands of hair tangled in his hands and smoothed it down. He stroked along Wei WuXian’s lips and playfully tugged at his tongue. Wei WuXian lapped at his fingers, in a sort of unconscious manner.

With a sigh, Lan WangJi slid down the wall, pulling Wei WuXian into his lap. Shushing his whimpers, he slid his hands under the other man’s robes, to his wet and loose hole where he plunged three fingers inside.

“O-ohh,” Wei WuXian stuttered, arms winding around his neck. He tucked his face into Lan WangJi’s neck, muffling his noises and smearing cum into his collar. “Ah- Lan Zhan- ahhh…”

Lazily, Lan WangJi thrusted his fingers, stroked his insides with firm precision that left Wei WuXian squealing.

“Ahhhhh,” he wailed, kicking his feet weakly. “L-Lan Z-Zha-AHN!” With a final cry, he shuddered and came, splattering Lan WangJi’s robes.

He would have to get new robes. Again.

Wei WuXian slumped in his arms. Lan WangJi pulled out, used his sleeves to clean his face. When that was done, he tilted his chin up for a long kiss, licking inside and letting Wei WuXian suck weakly at his tongue like a kitten. They breathed each other in, sharing air and in the back of his mind, Lan WangJi thought back to that long-ago question from his childhood.

What did Wei WuXian’s lips taste like? His mouth? He had the answer for a long time now.

They tasted of mine.