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Wei Wuxian whistles to himself as he walks towards the library pavilion, his sleeves full of freshly picked white lilies and his pockets heavy with lotus seeds. It takes an exceptionally keen eye to pick up on when Lan Wangji is in a bad mood and when he’s just being his usual straight-faced self, but the last few days, Wei Wuxian has known for sure that something is up.
He isn’t sure what could be troubling his husband in just the past couple days, but he knows the fact that Lan XiChen and Lan QiRen are still in secluded meditation is weighing heavy on Lan Wangji’s heart. Cold as he may seem, Wei Wuxian knows better than anyone how truly sensitive and caring the illustrious Huanguang-Jun is deep down. So he called on Sizhui to put together something to cheer him up.
After swearing him to secrecy, Wei Wuxian sent him into town with instructions to return with snacks and a nice bottle of rice wine. Wei Wuxian had gone deep into the Cloud Recesses then, picking the best lilies he could find and tucking them carefully away into his sleeves. Once both of them had accomplished their scavenging tasks, Wei Wuxian recruited Lan Sizhui for one last mission and together, they set up a picnic in the rabbit pen for Wei Wuxian to surprise Lan Wangji with.
Wei Wuxian took the utmost care to make it special, lighting incense nearby so Lan Wangji’s favorite sandalwood scent would fill the air, placing talismans on the ground that kept the rabbits from trespassing onto the picnic blanket and arranging everything nicely. He keeps the lotus seeds in his pocket and some extra lilies too, planning on climbing into his husband’s lap and distracting him with little treats. He’ll pop a lotus seed into his mouth and kiss the cute surprised wrinkle that will appear between his eyebrows, produce a flower from his sleeve and tuck it behind Lan Wangji’s ear. His heart swells at the idea of his handsome Lan Zhan wearing lilies in his hair like a young maiden on the docks of Lotus Pier.
Approaching the library pavilion, the atmosphere is dead silent as one might expect. Wei Wuxian has to rise on his toes to see where his husband is sitting at the center of the room, eyes shut, expression blank, legs folded neatly underneath him. His guqin is by his side, freshly polished, but otherwise untouched and Bichen is in its sheath in front of him. Usually, Wei Wuxian wouldn’t actually interrupt Lan Wangji’s meditation beyond a little pouting, but he’s been spending a lot more time meditating lately and Wei Wuxian is determined to bring him out of his funk.
Wei Wuxian opens the door slowly and carefully, knowing that Lan Wangji will know of his presence no matter how quiet he is, but he doesn’t want to startle him out of meditation either.
“Lan Zhaaaan,” he sing songs, padding up to stand in front of him and rocking on the balls of his feet. “Hasn’t er-gege meditated enough for today?”
“Mn.” Lan Zhan stays statue still other than the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply, eyes still shut.
“Come give your poor neglected husband some attention.”
No answer.
“Don’t play hard to get, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian sticks out his lower lip in a pout and squats down, so they’re at eye level — even if Lan Wangji isn’t looking at him. “I promise if you come be with me right now, it’ll be worth your while.”
“Mn.”
“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian huffs and drops onto all fours, crawling up close to him. “Why does my gege ignore me? Am I too boring?” Shamelessly, he loosens the sash at his waist and tugs his robes open, revealing most of his chest. He would strip entirely if necessary, but he doesn’t want to reveal the flowers and seeds hidden in his robes. “Lan Zhan, if I asked you to ravish me right here, would you stop meditating then?”
Lan Wangji’s expression twitches slightly, but he still keeps his eyes shut.
“Lan Zhaaaan.”
Nothing.
Wei Wuxian frowns. Usually when Lan Wangji plays hard to get, the sex later on is even more satisfying — rougher even. But right now, he really does want his husband to just pay attention to him. He has a special surprise waiting and though he doesn’t like to think about it too hard, he’s worried too. Lan Wangji doesn’t usually cloister himself this often, not since they got married and especially not when Sizhui is home in the cloud recesses. The three of them try to spend time together as much as possible without interfering with Lan Sizhui’s studies.
Continuing his campaign to drag his husband out of the library for the day, Wei Wuxian lets one sleeve fall down his shoulder and crawls closer, hovering his face just in front of Lan Wangji’s. “Come play with me, Lan Zhan. Please? I want to take you somewhere. You can do whatever you want to me,” he tries to entice, reaching out and pushing Lan Wangji’s hair back behind his ear. When this too fails to elicit a reaction, Wei Wuxian makes up his mind to go for the nuclear option.
“Lan Zhan, you make this poor husband work too hard. Come with me and I promise I’ll make you feel extra good, okay?” Wei Wuxian leans in close and nips at Lan Wangji’s ear (his husband’s favorite erogenous zone whether or not he admits it) at the same time he slips his hand down and eagerly palms at Lan Wangji’s cock through the material of his robes and trousers.
Usually, this method of seduction results in Lan Wangji grabbing his wrist in a faux show of discipline, yanking him roughly into a kiss or downright tackling him onto the floor. But this time, there’s no playful show of dominance. There’s no rough kisses or a tug that pulls Wei Wuxian into his lap. Instead there’s a hard shove right at the center of Wei Wuxian’s chest, pushing him hard to fall back on his tailbone as his hands splay out to try and catch himself. He tumbles back with a startled yelp, his face quickly heating and his cheeks turning red. Did his own husband just reject him like that? He didn’t want to be touched so badly, that he full on shoved him away?
“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian croaks, shutting his robe again and blinking rapidly to try and hide the hurt tears welling up in his eyes. Lan Wangji hasn’t pushed him away like that since they were kids, did Wei Wuxian do something? Is Lan Wangji really that furious with him for interrupting his meditation?
“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji looks surprised too, his hand still hovering in midair where it had landed on Wei Wuxian’s chest. “I… I did not mean to-“
“Forget it,” Wei Wuxian sniffles, hurriedly fixing his clothing and standing up, a few lotus seeds and lilies tumbling from his sleeves and pockets in his haste. Fuck. This is so embarrassing, how stupid is he? He isn’t fifteen anymore, he can’t just act like an obnoxious little brat and expect Lan Wangji to tolerate it forever. What if he starts to hate him again? What if the quirks Wei Wuxian thought were endearing to Lan Wangji are actually driving him crazy? He ought to leave now before he annoys him even more. Why is he so bad at this? He should have just asked what was wrong instead of concocting some stupid surprise date.
“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji moves to stand, but Wei Wuxian hurries back out the library door, embarrassed by his sniffling.
“Xian gege!” A young voice calls out and Wei Wuxian blanches, keeping his eyes cast down. It’s humiliating enough that his husband just literally pushed him away, he can’t let Lan Sizhui see him teary eyed. It used to take so much to make him cry, how is it that Lan Wangji can make his eyes water so easily?
“Gege! Did it work? Is Huanguang-Jun going to the rabbit pen?” Lan Sizhui comes running up, but Wei Wuxian keeps moving.
“Lan Zhan is busy today. You should go study.”
“Oh. Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine, don’t disturb him today.” Wei Wuxian swallows hard and picks up the pace, leaving Sizhui behind as he heads towards their house and the nearby rabbit pen.
With his mouth wobbling, he makes his way into the pen and, carefully avoiding the bunnies, packs away the picnic. He wraps the food and corks the wine, gathering it all back into the basket and folding the blanket.
Maybe he’s been missing something. Maybe the reason Lan Wangji has been down lately is because of him or something he’s done.
Wei Wuxian takes everything back into their home and puts it away in the kitchen, hoping that maybe Lan Wangji will at least find and enjoy it later. Once everything is put away, he leaves once again, not wanting to take up space where he isn’t wanted if Lan Wangji comes back.
With a tight chest, he makes his way back into the forest that borders the Cloud Recesses, walking far enough in that he won’t be bothered before finding a good tree to climb and hauling himself up.
He’d been caught so off guard when Lan Wangji pushed him away… He prides himself on being able to read his husband well, better than anyone — even Lan XiChen, but clearly, he misread the entire situation. His playful seduction is usually so well received, even when Wei Wuxian is being particularly obnoxious. Lan Wangji always relents and pulls him close. If he pushes him, it’s to lie him down and crawl over him, not to shove him away. Lan Wangji is incredibly strong too… The push had hurt.
Wei Wuxian swears under his breath and wipes his eyes, lounging on the tree branch and swallowing the lump in his throat. Up until now, he never thought there was any merit to the people who slandered him as Lan Wangji’s spouse. Wei Wuxian is so confident in their love for one another, it never really bothered him, but… what if he really is a bad husband? His chest aches.
He doesn’t sit for long before he senses soft footsteps approaching. There’s no use hiding and he knows it’s childish to do so, so Wei Wuxian just tucks his feet up on the tree branch and watches for when a pair of immaculate white robes appear through the trees.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji comes walking up to the base of the tree as if he’d known exactly where Wei Wuxian would be. By his standards, he looks worried sick. His face is paler than usual and his eyes are big, eyebrows scrunched together in worry. “Will you come down?”
Wei Wuxian shrinks back towards the trunk of the tree. “Go home, Lan Zhan. I didn’t mean to bother you… I can stay here, you go meditate or whatever you want without me.”
“I don’t want to do anything without Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji steps below the branch and opens his arms. “I’m sorry.”
Wei Wuxian looks at the image of his husband with outstretched arms, waiting to catch him. Stupid Lan Wangji, he can never resist an opportunity to fall into that strong embrace. Lan Wangji never lets him fall no matter how unpredictable he may be. He stays perched on the branch, but he lets his legs hang down, kicking them back and forth as he stares down at the ground. “Did I do something to make you angry?”
“No.”
“Why did you push me away like that?”
“…I was angry.”
“Lan Zhan!”
“Not at Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji holds his arms out once more, a soft look in his eyes. Hell, Wei Wuxian can never resist him even if he’s hurt or angry.
With a sigh, Wei Wuxian pushes himself off the branch and falls into his husband’s arms, allowing himself to be caught in the usual bridal style, but to convey that he’s still very much upset, he crosses his arms over his chest instead of throwing them around Lan Wangji’s shoulders.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” Lan Wangji says, leaning in close to Wei Wuxian’s ear and kissing it. “I saw Brother today. Things… aren’t well.”
Wei Wuxian feels a twinge in his heart. “What’s wrong?”
“I went to speak with him and he is still very withdrawn,” Lan Wangji speaks as he begins to walk back through the trees, carrying Wei Wuxian to the trail out of the forest. “He said he will be staying in seclusion for some more time. He doesn’t know when he will come out again. He is… resistant to my attempts to help or talk with him.”
“Oh… I’m sorry, Lan Zhan. I know it must be hard to see your older brother like that.”
“Mn.”
“Hey, that one was a sad mn,” Wei Wuxian says as he gives in and throws his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, hugging tight. Ugh, he smells so good, how can Wei Wuxian be expected to stay mad at him? “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Lan Wangji nods, but pauses when Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m… okay. I’m just worried for him.”
“Give him time. He needs to heal in his own way.” Wei Wuxian presses a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek and tucks his head in the crook of his neck.
“I was thinking hard about the situation when you came in. I’m sorry it was taken out on you.”
“Well, er-gege will have to make it up to me I’m afraid,” Wei Wuxian laments, putting a hand to his forehead. “I’m too heartbroken. I need to be ravished or I’m afraid I’ll never trust you again.”
Lan Wangji halts and immediately lowers Wei Wuxian to the ground, laying him on a patch of lush grass in the sunlight.
“Hey!” Wei Wuxian pouts. “I thought you were carrying me.”
“Wei Ying needs to be ravished.”
“I didn’t mean right here!” Wei Wuxian protests though they both know neither of them have any qualms about fucking in unideal, semi-public spaces. Besides, there shouldn’t be anyone else wandering the forests of the Cloud Recesses at this time of day, but that won’t stop Wei Wuxian from putting up a pretend fight. “Lan Zhan, you’re so dirty! If people only knew their Huanguang-Jun was trying to strip down his poor husband out in the open.”
“Mn. If they only knew.” Lan Wangji pins Wei Wuxian’s wrists above his head and bends down to plant a line of hot kisses down the side of his neck. “It was me who made Wei Ying cry. Tell me what my punishment shall be.”
Oh shit. Wei Wuxian feels those words shoot right to his dick as he squirms under Lan Wangji’s strong grip. Usually, his husband is the disciplinarian and Wei Wuxian is the cocky brat that needs taming, but a chance to punish Lan Wangji himself? That’s a rare gift Wei Wuxian can’t let go to waste.
“Maybe Lan Zhan should be the one tied up for once.” He hooks his legs up around Lan Wangji’s hips and flips their positions, landing Lan Wangji on the grass while he straddles his waist. With his hands freed during the roll, he unties Lan Wangji’s headband, bending over to kiss him as he removes it. “You have to do whatever I say, okay Lan Zhan? You’re being punished, so you have to listen to me.”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji nods, the edges of his lips quirking up in the smallest hint of a smile. Wei Wuxian’s heart swells and he can’t resist smacking two cheesy kisses against each of his husband’s cheeks.
“Hands.” Wei Wuxian commands and feels another throb between his legs when Lan Wangji so eagerly presents them. “I can’t have you pushing me away again now, can I? I’m afraid Lan Zhan will have to be restrained.”
“Wei Ying is fair in his judgement.”
Wei Wuxian gives a playful roll of his eyes and gets to work removing his outer robes, tossing them aside and continuing to peel away clothing until he’s in only his red inner robes and barefoot while Lan Wangji is fully clothed beneath him. Hm. This doesn’t seem like Lan Wangji is the one being punished, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t like to be trapped in his clothes, especially when he’s this hard. Still, fair is fair, so he opens Lan Wangji’s robes and pulls off his boots, tossing them aside, so he can wrestle off a pair of white trousers and finally ruck up the inner robe to see his prize. “Lan Zhan, it would be so scandalous if you were to be seen with grass stains all over your nice white clothes.”
“It would be.”
Wei Wuxian reaches out and takes Lan Wangji in his hand, mouth watering as he strokes it to full hardness. He thinks he has a good enough punishment in mind. It may not be too creative, but it will torture his husband adequately. He procured a phial from his pocket and flicks open the cork. He had assumed his early surprise would be more well received, so he brought oil in case Lan Wangji was especially enthusiastic in his thanks.
“Ah.” Lan Wangji blinks in realization and reaches forward, frowning when he finds his wrists still bound together. “Wei Ying… Allow me.”
“Nope.” Wei Wuxian sits himself happily in Lan Wangji’s lap and reaches back to pull the ribbon from his hair, letting it cascade freely down his back. “No touching.”
Lan Wangji’s expression just barely changes, but Wei Wuxian knows that’s his equivalent of a pout. Before slicking up his fingers and making a mess of his hands, he decides he wants Lan Wangji a little more naked after all and helps peel him out of everything he can get off without untying him. When he’s done, Lan Wangji is naked from the waist down, the skirt of his outer robes pulled to the side, the top completely opened to expose his full chest, silk sash at his waist still snug where it tapers.
“There we go. Lan Zhan is so handsome exposing himself in such an indecent way just for me.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji mumbles with a slight hint of irritation as he watches Wei Wuxian pour the oil onto his fingers and reach a hand back around himself.
“You should’ve been nicer to me, Lan Zhan. Then you could touch all you want.” Wei Wuxian sighs and tries to put on a bit of a show as he fingers himself open. Honestly, he does prefer it when Lan Wangji does this part for him, but it’s too fun to watch his lover’s pinched expression at being denied. As he shifts in Lan Wangji’s lap, he’s careful not to allow his own erection to graze against the other’s, denying him any hint of proper touch or satisfaction.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji huffs and holds his hands up again uselessly. “Allow me to help.”
“That’s okay, I don’t need any help.” Wei Wuxian grins, working another finger inside of himself and moaning just for show. Nothing delights him more than feeling Lan Wangji’s thighs tense underneath him. It’s a rare occasion to see a young master of the Lan sect act so impatiently. He decides more of a visual would aid his mission to torture Lan Wangji with arousal, so he removes his fingers and pulls his inner robe off as well, tossing it to his pile of clothes beside them and smiling innocently as he sits fully nude on top of Lan Wangji. “Aren’t you going to call me shameless?”
“…No.”
“Lan Zhan really likes the view that much?” Wei Wuxian asks as he gathers his hair over one shoulder and reaches for the oil again.
“…Yes.”
“My husband of so few words,” Wei Wuxian gives an affectionate sigh and leans over with the intent to give him a kiss, but Lan Wangji immediately tries to loop his arms over his head to hold him. “Uh uh,” he scolds, batting Lan Wangji’s bound hands away. “I said no touching.”
Lan Wangji looks almost pained.
While Wei Wuxian is the clingier one typically, when it comes to their intimate activities, Lan Wangji is incredibly… hands on. He always touches Wei Wuxian nonstop, not just his ass or his cock either, but his chest and his nipples, his inner thighs, everywhere. He holds him so close like he fears Wei Wuxian will run away.
When Lan Wangji obediently puts his hands back above his head, Wei Wuxian gives him a proper kiss, licking into his mouth and swallowing the hungry sounds Lan Wangji makes against his lips. He’s more than used to frequent sex right now, so after parting from the kiss, it takes a minimal amount of further stretching for him to feel he’s ready to have him inside.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighs reverently as he watches Wei Wuxian shuffle forward in his lap and takes hold of his cock. “Please… Let me just-“
“Nope. Lan Zhan will have to be patient and restrained to complete his punishment.” Wei Wuxian spreads a generous amount of oil over Lan Wangji’s erection and lines himself up, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to slowly sink down on it. “A-Ah, Lan Zhan, I swear… you feel extra big today.”
“Do not… hurt yourself,” Lan Wangji grits through his teeth, already struggling not to buck his hips up and bury himself into Wei Wuxian.
“Mm, sex with Lan Zhan never causes pain,” Wei Wuxian assures him, planting his hands on Lan Wangji’s firm chest for balance as he eases himself further down, taking him in almost to the hilt before stopping. “Mm, Lan Zhan… You know when I take you like this, I can feel you right here.” He puts a hand on his abdomen and presses gently down against the slight bulge — evidence of how deeply the other man is buried inside him.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji groans, knocking his head back against the soft ground. “I will never push you away again. I am sorry. Please…”
“Hm? You want to feel this that badly?” Wei Wuxian gives a typical devilish smile as he runs his fingertips lightly over the bulge in his stomach. “So unlike the esteemed Huanguang-Jun to behave this way.” He starts to rock gently in Lan Wangji’s lap, finding the sweet spot and shivering. “So needy and demanding today.”
Lan Wangji just lets out a shuddering breath and presses his hips up to meet with Wei Wuxian as he begins to ride him in earnest. “Wei Ying is… so beautiful,” he huffs, tugging a little at the headband as he tries to separate his hands. “The way you look in the sun… makes me want to marry you all over again… makes me want to take you to Yungmeng just to watch you swim naked like no one can see you.”
Wei Wuxian blushes, his heart thumping as he looks at the adoration in Lan Wangji’s eyes. “I’m not going to untie you for sweet talking me, but fuck, feel free to keep going.” He grins and even giggles a little bit as he picks up the pace, riding Lan Wangji to his heart's content, basking in his praise. His husband is a man of few words, but God, when he does speak, it makes Wei Wuxian’s heart grow three sizes.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji groans, his hips bucking up harder as if compensating for what he can’t do with his hands. His face is flushed and Wei Wuxian can’t help but plant his hands back on the ground, so he can bend over and kiss him.
He pushes one hand into Lan Wangji’s hair, messing it up just so he can see him unkempt and disheveled. “Lan Zhan, you should let me punish you more often,” he pants as he rolls his hips back, biting his lip when it makes Lan Wangji’s cock graze his spot at the sweetest angle.
“I can give Wei Ying more pleasure if you… allow me.” Lan Wangji lifts his head and nips at Wei Wuxian’s lower lip, nuzzling their noses together. Wei Wuxian feels his heart give a little flutter at that. It’s such a sweet gesture, it reminds him of how the rabbits wiggle their fuzzy little noses and how Lan Wangji likes to kiss their small heads when he thinks no one is looking. Wei Wuxian is shameless in many ways and he’s done plenty of dirty things to Lan Wangji in more public places than this, but it’s the sweet simple gestures that make his face turn pink. “Let me make things up to you,” Lan Wangji whispers against Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Let me take you.”
“But I’m having so much fun taking you for a change.” Wei Wuxian lets out a breathy laugh, but he’s actually pretty close to relenting, knowing how absolutely feral Lan Wangji will be when he fucks him.
“Please?”
Wei Wuxian quirks an eyebrow, slowing his tempo to a slow and gentle roll of his hips back and forth. “It’s not like Lan Zhan to beg this way.”
“I’m sorry. I just…” Lan Wangji makes a little grunt of frustration and Wei Wuxian’s heart sinks again as he goes still in his lap.
Shit. He thought once again that he was just messing around, but Lan Wangji seems genuinely annoyed. He must really not like being tied up, Wei Wuxian just thought it would be a fun change of pace…
“I’ll untie you, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says in a quiet voice, his hurt returning so quickly, he can’t believe he thought it was gone just like that. If his physical need wasn’t so pent up, he might not even want to finish anymore.
Lan Wangji looks a little puzzled, but holds his hands up anyways, allowing Wei Wuxian to untie the headband and unbind his wrists.
“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian says, practically a whisper as he rubs his thumb over the pink marks on Lan Wangji’s skin where the ribbon had been pulled tight.
“Why is Wei Ying sorry?” Lan Wangji frowns, immediately sitting up and wrapping both arms around Wei Wuxian.
It makes him whimper, Lan Wangji still being deep inside him as they change positions. Lan Wangji already has one hand smoothing up and down his back, the other one reaching up to card through his hair. “I made you mad,” Wei Wuxian whines, squirming in his lap. It’s hard to stop his body from moving of its own free will, chasing more of the pleasure it was receiving so thoroughly a moment ago.
“I am not mad.” Lan Wangji lifts his head from where he was about to kiss Wei Wuxian’s neck and stares at him with such an innocent confused gaze. It’s the kind of look he gets when Wei Wuxian makes a joke he doesn’t understand or when he’s afraid he’s misspoken — accidentally offending someone or simply coming off awkwardly. “I was only… You weren’t close enough. I wanted you closer. Like this.” He hugs Wei Wuxian tight and tips his head, pressing a line of warm soothing kisses up his neck. “I could never be mad at Wei Ying.”
“I beg to differ on that one.”
“Shh. What’s past is past.” Lan Wangji looks up at him again with the softest hint of a smile. He always smiles more with his eyes than his mouth and suddenly, Wei Wuxian feels okay again. “I will continue my punishment if it’s what Wei Ying wants.”
“Ugh, fuck punishment, just fuck me,” Wei Wuxian whines, putting his hands on Lan Wangji’s shoulder and shifting in his lap to ride him again. “Push me down. Show how the big and scary Huanguang-Jun would- Ah! Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian yelps as he’s quickly pulled off of Lan Wangji’s lap and flipped onto all fours.
Lan Wangji wastes no time, pushing inside him again all the way to the hilt before doubling over him, his chest to Wei Wuxian’s back. One hand he places on top of Wei Wuxian’s, threading their fingers together as he bucks his hips and forces a moan from Wei Wuxian’s throat.
“God, fuck! Yes, yes, yes, Lan Zhan, please!” Wei Wuxian babbles and receives a gentle swat against his ass in response.
“Be quieter.”
“Nnn, can’t be quiet when Lan Zhan is fucking me so h-hard,” he actually stutters with the rhythm of Lan Wangji’s thrusts, arching his back and pressing back against him for more. “Lan Zhan.” He tilts his head in a silent plea and Lan Wangji delivers immediately, biting him hard where his neck meets his shoulder until Wei Wuxian cries out and he can soothe the mark with his tongue.
“Closer,” Lan Wangji says and wraps his other arm around Wei Wuxian’s narrow waist, holding him tight against himself as he buries his face in the nape of his neck. “Wei Ying.”
“I really love it when you bite me,” Wei Wuxian breathes out a laugh, resisting the temptation to reach down and stroke himself. “Remember when we were stuck in that cave and you fucking bit me? You were always so much hornier than you let on, Lan Zhan. Although, secretly I really liked it when you bit me. It hurt, but I wanted to feel it again, mm, and now you bite me all the time.” He drops his head and sighs, surrendering to the sweet and welcome sensation of being thoroughly fucked. God. He loves to ride Lan Wangji, but nothing compares to this.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji grunts. “Wei Ying made it… difficult to stay controlled.”
“I suppose I did make it quite hard for you,” Wei Wuxian almost snickers, but it trails off into a moan, his eyes rolling back as Lan Wangji fucks into him especially hard. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, make me come, wanna come,” he starts to whine, pressure building in his abdomen. “You don’t have to be punished ever again if you touch me, Lan Zhan, please, please.”
“Wei Ying never has to beg,” Lan Zhan murmurs into his ear, sliding his hand down to wrap around Wei Wuxian’s cock and stroke in time with his thrusts.
It doesn’t take long from there. Wei Wuxian moans and cries as Lan Wangji works him up to a peak and clamps a hand over his own mouth when he comes. Lan Wangji fucks him through it as he reaches his own orgasm, panting words of affection against Wei Wuxian’s neck and holding him close until they both go limp and loose.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian pants, resting his head on his forearm before he can gather the strength to stand up and redress. “How does someone raised in the Lan sect become so good at fucking.”
“Everything becomes easy when it is with you,” Lan Wangji says as he pulls a handkerchief from his sleeve and cleans them both up a little.
Wei Wuxian is actually pretty touched.
They both stand and get redressed, Wei Wuxian picking up Lan Wangji’s headband and smoothing his hair out for him. He wraps it carefully around his head and ties it securely, rising on his toes to press a kiss against the clan emblem. “There’s my handsome Huanguang-Jun.” He steps back and looks him over, chuckling a little at the grass stains on his white robes and trousers. “Don’t worry, I’ll sneak you back before anyone sees.” He turns around to lead the way back out of the forest, but a hand catches his wrist. “Lan Zhan?”
Lan Wangji tugs him a step closer and takes a deep breath, his eyes wider than usual as he takes Wei Wuxian’s hand and kisses his open palm. “I truly am sorry for today… for pushing you and for letting you think I might be angry.”
“Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian’s heart warms as he reaches out and pushes a lock of his hair back behind his ear, smiling as he lets his hand linger, caressing the shell of his ear with his thumb. “You really are too sweet, you know that?”
“I did not mean to ruin Wei Ying’s surprise today…”
“How did you even know I had something planned?” Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow and watches the tips of Lan Wangji’s ears turn pink.
“Ah… Sizhui told me everything. Don’t scold him.”
“Your little Lan disciples really can’t keep secrets.” Wei Wuxian gives Lan Wangji a kiss on the cheek and sets off towards home. “You know, we could still do what I planned for you. I have everything. Maybe we can take Sizhui too, I think I was a little mean to him earlier…”
“Mn. I will change and tell him he can join us for a picnic in the rabbit pen if he likes.”
“He loves those rabbits as much as you do, you know. I totally caught him snuggling a few the other day during feeding time.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says, this time with a hint of a smile. “He would sit there all day when he was younger. It was hard to tear him away.”
Wei Wuxian feels a softness bloom in his chest and takes Lan Wangji’s hand as they walk, smiling right back at him and slowing their pace to a leisurely stroll. He’s not in any rush.
“Tell me more, Lan Zhan.”