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It’s not uncommon for Nie Mingjue to work until late at night, unaware of the flow of time. Once he begins, more issues he must attend to come up; more paperwork, more letters to write, more training for his disciples in order to be ready to face the world and the sect’s duties. It adds to the stress and his psyche, and even though the saber spirit has been suppressed and harmless those past years, it’s not something to toy with.
The vivid memories of the sensations of qi deviating never leave, simmer under his skin serving as a warning, waiting for a fracture to slither. To have no worries in the world is more of Huaisang’s forte who paints his fans and acts spoiled rotten while underplaying himself with his head up on the skies; when there are duties, there is hurry and heaviness in the head. Even his beautiful Lan Xichen isn’t immune to it, from his tired smiles, face strained from the serene mask he puts outside and his tiny weary sighs, a sight he lets only Nie Mingjue see.
He’d be less stressed if his heart was here than far away in the Cloud Recesses. Lan Xichen’s presence alone is medicine, his body yearning to embrace him takes him over in calm but strong waves, which perfectly match Lan Xichen as well.
Everything is quiet when Nie Mingjue finally emerges from the office, his eyes straining to keep awake and words passing him by. Only the leftover night attendants and the night guards are awake for the duties, greeting their leader with a ready look he likes. Huaisang must be knocked out in his room too, among his countless fans and after the saber practice Nie Mingjue made sure to oversee.
Upon reaching his quarters, he feels the presence of another person nearby and inside, his warrior’s instincts taking over.
Slowly opening the door and stepping inside, any danger is snuffed out and replaces with a torrent of different feelings. At the center of his bed lays Lan Xichen, wrapped in nothing but one of Nie Mingjue’s outer robes, pale chest rising and falling as he sleeps, long legs extending in the length of his bed, a feast for his husband to enjoy.
A smile takes over his face, he can make an educated guess about what happened here; Lan Xichen must have arrived in order to surprise him as he tends to do, but as he was always mindful of his duties and considerate of his work -also relating to the workload as a Sect Leader himself- he must have waited in his room. And being and Lan through and through, when the clock struck the right hour, he’d fallen asleep.
Well, it may not have gone as Lan Xichen imagined, but Nie Mingjue is charmed all the same by his wife’s antics.
Approaching the bed, his fingers itch to touch the planes of exposed skin. It breaks into goosebumps at his touch when Nie Mingjue touches his calf and trails upwards. To his delight, Lan Xichen uncurls himself and lays on his back, exposing everything and arching to his fingers. His face nuzzles into his palm like a cat demanding affection.
Desire starts to course through him; how can he not when he has the famed Jade of Lan all to himself? The once most wanted bachelor that everyone craved attention from, who chose Nie Mingjue without hesitation from the sea of court attempts and admirers.
He’s a possessive man about those he cares about, much like a greedy man hoards the shine of jewels.
His hands roam over the pale planes of Lan Xichen’s body, earning soft murmurs from his lover and are as healing as the songs he plays to ease his mind and spirit. Addictive too, as everything about Lan Xichen is.
Hard and calloused fingers tug at the pebbling rosy nipples, rolls them between and Lan Xichen’s pink lips part into a breathy, slow moan, body slanting more and more towards Nie Mingjue. Both their cocks twitch, one felt the other seen and all the pent-up tension- of stress, of missing his wife, of everything- starts emerging from the surface.
Lan Xichen doesn’t wake up and for the first time he remembers the words spoken during and after a previous blissful night, when Lan Xichen was plaint and soft and mindless from being fucked so well, struggling to keep his eyes open to sleep. Their schedules and duties make for little time to see each other, much less to enjoy themselves and entangle in simple minded pleasure.
“I wish I could feel you in my sleep,” Lan Xichen had said, “I see you in my dreams and my body longs to connect with you too while it rests.”
“Be careful, Xichen,” Nie Mingjue warned, “Or I might have my way with you when you least expect it.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
Nie Mingjue’s ears were burning from the implication, something his dearest took pleasure upon and with a coy, sleepy smirk, left everything at that.
It’s about time to give his wife what he asked for. Fulfill his yearning, isn’t that one of the most important duties for a husband?
Leaning down to plant a kiss on those rosy lips, he parts them with his tongue to delve deep inside the pliant mouth. They taste the sweet and soft moan of his beloved; it travels down his spine and to his swelling cock. He takes off the forehead ribbon with practiced gentleness and plants another kiss to his now bare forehead.
Lan Xichen’s face burns a dark scarlet hue down to the long column of his neck, which Nie Mingjue follows with his lips, leaving marks below the collar so that Lan Xichen will be surprised when he sees them on himself and both of them solely will know they exist.
He peeks to check Lan Xichen’s reactions and if those serene amber eyes have flattered open, never stopping his movements even as he gets rougher, pinching one erect nipple and then biting it to sting. Not only Lan Xichen doesn’t wake, he even arches his torso towards him, inviting him for more.
What kind of dreams is he having? He wonders. There is more than kindness to that pretty face and Nie Mingjue has known since their childhood how his dear Lan Huan has a childish and mischievous streak that he exhibits only to those he holds dearest. By now, that mischief must have branched into naughtiness, and shamelessness- no one would think that the prestigious Sect Leader Lan can scream his throat sore like a whore and he’s getting fucked to oblivion and urging his husband to go faster, harder, please Da-ge inside come inside please please—
He hovers over Lan Xichen, settling himself between those long legs he perches on either side of him, he worships every inch of his body, peppering kisses under his ribcage and above his belly button where he knows he’s ticklish, earning and endearing squirming from underneath.
His fingers have another mission on their own, caressing the just of his hip and down the firm buttocks. When he spreads them, Nie Mingjue is in for yet another surprise.
“Oh Lan Huan,” he exhales from his nose, his mouth rendered dry from anything else but his wife’s name.
The tips of his fingers are already wet and slick and Lan Xichen’s rim is swollen and red, twitching around them hungrily. Prepared and laid in Nie Mingjue’s bed like an exquisite gift and there he was, daft and unaware by staying holed in his office.
He may be stretched and ready, but Nie Mingjue won’t waste a perfect chance to taste and tease his husband. Two fingers smoothly slide inside and are gripped tightly by warm walls, he watches as he spreads his fingers and Lan Xichen’s clenching hole, shining with the gloss of oil down to his ivory inner thighs. The skin there is so smooth and silky looking and he can’t help but get a taste, a big bite to leave imprints of his teeth deep in the soft flesh, mouth travelling upwards to plant his mouth to that twitching sloppy hole.
Lan Xichen gasps, out of breath, his legs trembling and closing in on either side of his head but Nie Mingjue keeps going, tongue slipping inside the velvet walls and fucking them. The taste of the oil is prominent as he slurps it down, his face becomes sloppy with it to his lips down his chin and even rolling down his neck. He has to keep down Lan Xichen’s hips with his free hand with how wildly they roll up to his face needily. The pressure on his head leads him into a buzz akin to one from alcohol, cutting off everything but his wife’s body and sounds.
Looking up, he’s surprised to see that Lan Xichen hasn’t woken up, even from this. He either underestimated the Lan’s sleeping hours or Lan Xichen specifically has carried with him too much exhaustion to come running for solace to his other home here in Unclean Realm.
A third finger joins the other two inside Lan Xichen, who is now bucking his hips down one them, legs lightly kicking Nie Mingjue’s sides in confusion. His cock, long and pretty and angry red bounces with his movements, precum pooling onto his belly, while Nie Mingjue’s is still trapped in his pants.
His dear wife has shed all layers of what everyone sees of him; now debauched, panting, confused and increasingly desperate. The whines and keens leaving his hips must violate many laws of his clan, loud and shameless and solely for the walls of his bedroom.
“-ge...Da…Da-ge!” he whines in his dream once Nie Mingjue’s fingers press at his prostate and keep assaulting that spot, the little bit of coherence lost to the vulgar squelching sounds his wet hole makes.
Nie Mingjue can’t help the rough kiss he captures his lips for, stealing the air from his lungs until Lan Xichen’s breathing becomes ragged and shallow. The pale elegant hands that were gripping at this sole robe with white knuckles let go and roam to his own body to scratch the itch, down to his cock. Nie Mingjue prevents them from doing so, instead replaces them with his own mouth, working it in an uneven pace, uncoordinated from that of his fingers’.
It accomplishes in confusing the sleeping Lan Xichen, his hips stuttering in not knowing where to respond to first, his skin beading with a thin layer of sweat. Upon his tongue, he tastes the same as always, less bitter and salty than himself, his long cock reaching down his throat and swelling to full hardness. It pulses with the need to come, being close and needing something else.
That’s when Nie Mingjue pulls everything out, the whine that Lan Xichen voices as dire as if it were his last breath. He doesn’t keep the both of them for long, he needs to be inside him, connect their bodies after a long separation. His body always yearns for Lan Xichen, his eyes always follow him and his thinks of doing unspeakable things to him even at the fury-inducing Sect Leader Discussions.
He’s lining up the head of his cock to the puffy rim and with all restraint gone, he slides in with one smooth movement, slamming himself into Lan Xichen to fill him to the brim. The bulge from his girth inside him makes its appearance on his wife’s belly, a distention large enough to be seen and felt easily. By pressing his fingers around or on it, he feels the tight pressure onto his cock as if directly.
Lan Xichen sighs blissfully, hips rolling to slot Nie Mingjue deeper, fingers clenching and unclenching to thin air until they find his robes and pull at them. Nie Mingjue starts thrusting deeply and languidly, his qi thrumming out to the tips of his fingers and connecting with Lan Xichen’s perfectly like lock and key, his latest headache that subduing. His wife too, feels the effects of their dual cultivation, from the unrestrained grip on his biceps that will leave delectable bruises on the skin from his monstrous strength.
The distention in Lan Xichen’s stomach appearing and disappearing with his thrusts is always hypnotizing, reminds him that despite his wife being so strong and respectable that he can take Nie Mingjue’s whole length and stretch beautifully around his girth, it’s not without effort and his smaller frame is capable something so lewd. And only for Nie Mingjue, whose fingertips jolt with electricity whenever he touches his forehead ribbon as if it’s always the first time, the exhilaration of possessiveness coursing through his veins.
Never stopping his thrusting, he dives into another kiss on the lips, Lan Xichen’s curious and clever fingers latching into his hair and pulling, pulling so hard it prickles his skull with the satisfying type of pain. His eyes and senses tell him that he’s in deep sleep but the way his guan is taken off and the rest of his hair out is putting him in serious doubt. He can’t fake being awake for so long, Nie Mingjue would notice it.
Even with years of married life and a whole lifetime together, the surprises never end with his dearest Lan Huan.
The legs around Nie Mingjue twitch and squeeze him, keeping their iron hold on him and toes curling. Despite being from another clan far away, Lan Xichen embodies the spirit of a Qinghe wife at this very moment; beast on his own that push and pull at his husband and never back down. The lack of forehead ribbon and the donning of his outer robe make him appear a different person, one that only he has the pleasure of meeting, one that fits in the Unclear Realm as perfectly and uniquely as their night shades and their sabers. That fits Nie Mingjue like a glove.
He's so pent up from their time apart and his body so taut that it doesn’t take him long to reach his peak once inside his lover’s wonderful body, everything simply loosens up. He comes inside Lan Xichen, deeply slamming their hips together so that his essence floods him to full and everywhere, so that he can feel it in the morning- as Nie Mingjue’s own brand of surprise.
He pants on the skin of his chest, nibbling at his puffy nipples, the scent of salty sweat that comes from high up in the mountains filling his nostrils in welcome. He might be home, Qinghe might be his pride and joy, his birthright and his domain but it felt incomplete, a song without a melody. Now that his beloved is here, everything has slotted right and in place.
He can’t stay forever, it’s the bitter truth. It makes moments such as this that much sweeter and precious.
Pulling out with a grunt, he watches with pride as his cum leaks from his abused, swollen and still hungry rim to his pale and marked thighs and his own robe. Carves the sight to memory and gets up to clean himself and grab a rag for Lan Xichen. He wipes the sweat from his brow and body, avoiding the actual place that needs to be cleaned completely.
It’s only when he peels off his later robe from his figure do amber eyes flutter open, blinking and squinting in the light to find their orientation until they finally fall on Nie Mingjue’s frame and take him in, then himself. A slow, coy smile quirks up his plush, bitten lips.
“I see you helped yourself.” He says with a fairly groggy voice, palm coming up to his stomach and rub circles on it.
Nie Mingjue raises an eyebrow, lying next to him half naked, wearing only his pants. Lets Lan Xichen see the crimson on his arms, “Should have I not done so?”
The other smile and shakes his head, coming closer to peck at his lips, “No, that was what I aimed for.”
A bark of laughter escapes him, “So you didn’t accidentally fall asleep while waiting for me.”
It’s always a pleasure to see the tips of Lan Xichen’s ears turn bright red from him trying to contain his embarrassment and failing. The pout on his lips is endearingly adorable and he can’t help but devour it. Lan Xichen’s halfheartedly shoves him away. He doesn’t respond, and the Lan Clan never lies according to their rules, so Nie Mingjue grins triumphantly.
“It was nice, finally trying this however,” Lan Xichen sighs dreamily, splays himself on Nie Mingjue’s quarters with his present as it also rightfully belongs to him. “For when everything is unfavourable.”
Nie Mingjue lays his hand above Lan Xichen’s, feels his stomach flex under his palm.
“Are you feeling alright?” he can’t help but ask. He receives a patient smile with a hint of challenge.
“I feel good. It was like a very pleasant, vivid dream. Very vivid,” His fingers trail down to his hole, whining breathlessly as they push his cum back inside him. “And you, Da-ge? Did you enjoy your wife’s sleeping body, all to your mercy?”
“Is there a moment where I don’t enjoy you, Lan Huan? A moment when I don’t adore you?” he asks, free hand threading the smooth ink of his hair, splayed around him like a masterful painting.
Lan Xichen grins, pure happiness evident on his face, “Good,” before a yawn overtakes his expression. He covers it quickly but the blush already explodes to the rest of his face.
Nie Mingjue chuckles, grabbing the covers and laying them properly over the other.
“And it’s a husband’s duty to make you rest your weary head. I’m sure for you to come here they asked a lot of you.” again, but he doesn’t speak it. They always ask too much of Lan Xichen, keep putting mountains on his shoulders for him to carry without bowing his head to their weigh or show any weakness.
His current stay here mustn’t be for long either, but Nie Mingjue will be damned if he doesn’t take care of his beloved for the time being and dotes and devotes himself to him. He was planning on leading the next day same way as the present one but those plans will have to be altered and much non-urgent work shoved to the side.
“I haven’t forgotten the spar I was promised. I have a tally to even.”
At Nie Mingue’s surprised, boisterous laughter Lan Xichen smiles brightly and sleepily, eyelids struggling to keep open. He scoots closer to Nie Mingjue, lays his head on his chest and lets sleep submerge him once more.
Wrapping his arms around the other and pressing him close, he too breathes in and out until he slides into unconsciousness, calm and free of worries.
It’s a cool and bright morning that Lan Xichen wakes up to. The mountains are always cold and it doesn’t end in the summer, takes over at night and lingers well into the late hours of the morning.
Normally he would feel it in light shivers of protest upon his skin, but for the past few days all he feels is all-encompassing warmth. Smiling, he props his head onto a palm and himself on one elbow, hair loose and spilling on the white sheets.
Planes of tanned skin and solid muscle greet him, bare for him to roam his eyes shamelessly. Nie Mingjue was always a source of warmth, hot-blooded in all possible ways and nothing less than a blizzard would affect him. He never complained about the cold in Gusu, nor the cold springs- even found them refreshingly cool.
Lan Xichen can’t stop staring at his husband, the sight always calms his heart and throws it in disarray all the same; though he doubts that skipping and butterfly fluttering are a chaos. For him who was taught to be as quiet and in control as possible, it certainly feels so. Nie Mingjue’s hair flows around him in all directions, promising a messy bedhead as any other morning.
Ah, Lan Xichen sighs morosely, he frowns in his sleep today too. His hand reaches out to smooth the furrow between his brows, massage circles to the spot with the pad of his thumb. It’s to no avail; lessened just a tiny bit but still prominent in his handsome features.
The first night of his current stay in Gusu -one of the longest in a while, much to Lan Xichen’s glee- he looked so beautiful without it, laughing and smiling for him and when Lan Xichen woke, he was greeted by Nie Mingjue’s form clinging tightly around him, lips parted and looking so much younger. Lan Xichen falls in love anew every time they reconnect.
He sits up and uses both hands to rub at his temples and forehead with skilled fingers, channeling a tiny amount of qi. And he had played the guqin last night when his husband’s mood was souring after reading one of the letters he received and even put calming incense. He indulges himself in caressing the strong jaw, dry lips, cards his hands in his hair to try to minimize the upcoming mess.
Touching him tenderly brings Lan Xichen comfort and the shadow of paranoia. Every time he gets to observe and touch Nie Mingjue like this in their quarters, whether on the Unclean Realm or here at the Cloud Recesses, drops of surprise come in the flood of relief and affection, pilling up together in a grotesque oil stain of the situation’s anxieties.
Not until he’s within his reach, tangible does he feel real. Even when he sees him, the dark fear in his mind whispers in denial. Of illusions from the loneliness, of something that prevents him from being truly happy in his beloved’s arms.
Even now, he fears the other might slip away from his hands at any moment. He almost did with his qi deviation years ago that dug to his core and ripped Lan Xichen’s heart from his chest. What they were afraid of, what they worked towards curing and Lan Xichen fed and painted his guqin with blood had happened. And it’s a blessing that they prevented the worst from happening, that his husband is now here with him.
He sighs again when Nie Mingjue presses his lips into a frown, worried lines forming around his mouth. He wonders how much peace and stress he’s getting in the Unclean Realm, surely at least equal as Lan Xichen.
He wishes he knew. Wishes he could be together so that Lan Xichen can play to his husband, chase away that stress for the both of them. But they were never that simple. Born and made leaders, putting themselves and disregard everything else was never in their characters. Nie Mingjue would never abandon his sect and his brother and neither would Lan Xichen; that’s why they love each other so much, why they fit together.
Still, it’s not selfish of him to steal sometime for themselves, to enjoy married life, their far and few opportunities. Even with Nie Mingjue here, it doesn’t make much difference because Lan Xichen rarely sees him outside their quarters, confined in the four wooden walls of their private quarters.
Absentmindedly, his hands have stopped their ministrations and roam down his husband’s corded neck and strong chest. The scars from countless battles litter the roughened skin. But his heart beats proudly, pounds and makes the earth quake. Lan Xichen lays his head on his chest and spends some moments listening to it, his whole body over Nie Mingjue’s simply listening to the rhythm of his life.
The warmth he feels all over spreads and soon catches fire. A whine escapes from his lips, a complaint. So many days reunited and they haven’t had the chance of connecting their bodies, Lan Xichen tired and falling asleep at night and by the time Nie Mingjue wakes up in the mornings, Lan Xichen has already finished his morning meditation.
He hasn’t been a good wife, has he? Forsaking his marital duties so much that his husband’s peaceful sleep is tainted.
Lan Xichen raises his head to plant an apologetic kiss on his husband’s furrowing forehead, mind set on changing that. He then pecks his lips and the moment their mouths connect Lan Xichen shudders. Suddenly, suppressed lust overtakes his being and he presses his lips firmer against Nie Mingjue’s, tongue prying them open to delve deep.
Meanwhile, his hands obey different orders, they splay all over the tanned skin to devour the sensation and descent under the sheets, to the fabric of his pants, pulling it down.
In his hand, his husband is sporting a morning erection, half hard but still large in his hand, twitching under his fingers. He shivers at the feeling, leaving peck after peck to the other’s lips before lowering down his body with increased admiration, lust and possessiveness to leave his own marks. He loves it when Nie Mingjue stakes his claim under the layers of his robes so that only the two of them know but it goes both ways. Lan Xichen also loves the taste of his sweat, the colour his marks take on his skin and the imprint of his bites. On the juncture between neck and shoulder, so that he feels it every time he moves, that Lan Xichen owns him and takes care of him like a dutiful wife should.
Down his chest and abdomen, his Adonis lines, they all get their fair share of doting, until he’s finally facing Nie Mingjue’s hardening cock, straining in his fist. Lan Xichen’s fingers don’t touch around it, and it’s red and angry with the first beads of precum leaking down the long shaft. How hasn’t he taken notice of it for so many days, how hasn’t he taken care of it before now? He doesn’t dwell on it. Now he will.
He meant to start with small kitten licks on the shaft and go slower, but the moment his tongue is reacquainted with Nie Minjgue’s taste and his nose is hit with the powerful musk, his mind changes and he promptly wraps his lips around the wide head, keening at the force of sensations.
Despite the long time, Lan Xichen’s body can never forget the feeling and movements of taking in Nie Mingjue and it responds accordingly in the familiarity. His throat constricts pleasantly as he takes him deeper and deeper until his kissing Nie Mingjue’s pelvis, swallows around the girth and hollows his cheeks.
It causes a reaction, his husbands hips bucking lightly upwards and his frown turning from stressed to confused before lessening significantly, making Lan Xichen smile around his cock. His tongue moves on the underside and he peers up to see the hitched breathing it elicits from the man above him, small grunts of pleasure that stroke the fire in Lan Xichen, his cock growing harder and harder and spilling on the sheets.
He bobs his head a few times and when he pulls back completely to breathe, a strand of saliva connects his lips with the cockhead, wet with the mixture of spit and precum. While he’d love to warm his husband, pleasure him with his mouth and wake him up in this way, time is sadly limited today and more importantly, Lan Xichen’s arousal won’t be subdued with just this, his greedy lust fogging his mind.
Grabbing the oil nearby, he pours plenty of on his hand, his fingers soaking and reaching back to his hole. He hisses at the initial burn the first finger brings but it’s nothing new and it causes his own dick to jump. One finger becomes two and two become three fast, each one feeling better than the previous, spreading his reddening rim widely to welcome his husband properly. He avoids hitting his sweet spots and prostate, wanting the only thing to stimulate them and make him come to be his husband’s standing cock. Lan Xichen is a good wife, and a hungry one, and everyone knows how excellent he is in terms of fulfilling his duties.
With each knee on either side of Nie Mingjue’s hips, he straddles him, looking down and marveling the exquisite sight of the great Chifeng-zun plaint and vulnerable for no one else to see. The early morning light casts its rays on him, making him look rarely ethereal in the white sheets and decorations of the room. It’s a rare sight that he will treasure, especially since to him, Nie Mingjue always represents all things earth, study and unyielding and fair- kind as well as vicious to those that deserve whichever treatment. The Cloud Recesses almost touch the sky, but the Unclear Realm is the heart of this earth.
Lan Xichen notices that something important is missing and with tying his forehead ribbon around both his wrists, binding them together above his head, the view from above feels perfect.
His hole clenches around nothing and Lan Xichen quickly positions the head of his husband’s cock to the swollen rim, stretching it open already. He is meaning to start slow but all logic has abandoned him, desire overtaking him and he sicks down fast, barely restraining the whorish moan that threatens to escape. His whole body shakes in pleasure, mind whiting out for a couple of moments before coming back.
He looks down and he sees he hasn’t ejaculated but he definitely feels he’s orgasmed. Did he come dry? It’s the first time he experienced it and it felt strange- the good kind he believes.
Lan Xichen also sees the bulge that his husband’s cock is showing inside him. Touching and pressing on and around it brings moan after moan from his mouth and from under him Nie Mingjue’s jaw slacks and deep rumbles echo in the walls.
Breathing deeply, he splays his hands on the strong chest, pale fingers tracing shapes on the skin as he gets used to the burning stretch. It’s a delicious burn, one that ignites his whole body in toe-curling pleasure, makes apparent how much bigger Nie Mingjue is in comparison to Lan Xichen, who is also tall and broad and strong in his own. With Nie Mingjue, he can shed the masks he wears, the constant smiles and the soft voice and doing everything effortlessly. Here he can feel that mind numbing pain of being breached and full of his husbands and think of that alone, moan like a common married woman that’s been pleasured, cry out until his voice grows hoarse.
He traces the shape of his husband’s cock on his stomach, like the first bump of a child would look, watches it disappear as he raises himself up until only the stubborn head catches on his rim. Comes back down and it appears anew, molding his body to its shape.
Soon and quickly, he settles into a fast pace for himself, bouncing nonstop on his husband’s cock, leaning down to kiss his relaxing albeit confused face, between his brows where the frown has smoothed out. His blood is pumping fast that flusters him whole from head to chest to his nipples that crave the touch of those saber-rough fingertips, heart pounding wildly with the thrill of fulfillment. Sweat shines on his forehead and the Gusu breeze is long forgotten in the hot haze of lust that cling to him as second skin.
In the midst of this insane lust that renders his mind empty and numb, he realizes how greater is the longing for Nie Mingjue that what he imagined. That his body craved his presence this much.
His bedroom is filled with his own moans and the wet noises of their connection, his cock leaking profusely on Nie Mingjue’s belly. With shaking fingers and never stopping his spreads the precum to his skin, marking him in the most primal way, the sight stroking the fire and pressure building up upon him.
In his haze however and the obsessive chant of his husband’s name, he doesn’t notice the call of his name, startling him to look up onto an open dark grey gaze, still cloaked with sleep and storming further with lust.
Lan Xichen preens at the adoration on his husband’s eyes- one he undoubtedly mirrors- wondering what kind of obscene sight he makes; hair clinging to the length of his body and bulge from his cock in his stomach. Nie Mingjue struggles on his restraint, but they both know it’s barely a fraction of his strength; the Lan forehead ribbon is strong and enchanted but his husband can break free and rip it apart. But he doesn’t, and that’s why Lan Xichen loves him.
“Good m-morning love,” he greets, trying for an even voice but he stutters when the cock graces one of the deepest sweet spots inside, “slept -ah!- well?” he teases, his thighs working up and down tirelessly.
“Especially at the end,” Nie Mingjue responds slowly, voice shaking off the bulk of sleepiness, “I thought I was dreaming for a moment, but here you are…” he bucks his hips up in perfect time to meet one of Lan Xichen’s thrusts.
“Here I am,” Lan Xichen breathes out, “fulfilling my spousal duties, Da-ge. Tell me,” he keens, supports himself on that broad chest, his hair falling around Nie Mingjue’s head in an inky curtain just for them, “Did I do well? Are you happy with this wife?” he asks, meant for teasing but he can’t help the shaky hint of tenderness, anxiety and vulnerability in his voice.
Nie Mingjue picks it up, his eyes softening and his lips quirking up into a tiny smile, a rarity. And only for Lan Xichen.
“Untie me, Lan Huan and I’ll show you how grateful your husband is.”
Lan Xichen almost stumbles in moving to untie the forehead ribbon, caressing the thunderous pulse under Nie Mingjue’s wrists. The moment he undoes the knot, Nie Mingjue springs to sit up, capturing his lips into a kiss that can only be described as devouring. Licking at the roof of his mouth and tangling their tongues, he’s relentless.
As he becomes when he starts thrusting up into Lan Xichen’s warmth; his pace shameless and pointed at his prostate and all the spots he’s the weakest, rolling his hips for a long moment before he pulls back making Lan Xichen’s body sing and his voice be a feast for his hunger. One arm around his waist and keeping him steady with no chance of escaping and the other trailing down to fist as his cock, the roughened palm causing delicious friction on his oversensitive shaft and drooling head.
His walls clench around Nie Mingjue’s cock like a vice, the pressure coiling in his belly more and more, heart threatening to pound out of his chest.
“You feel so good Lan Huan,” Nie Mingjue whispers to his chest, teasing teeth at his nipples, “Couldn’t ask for a better wife.”
Lan Xichen moans, delirious smile on his lips, cock swelling more at the praise. He grabs the others hair to lock their eyes together, see the sincerity he so adores about Nie Mingjue, the lust fogging his dark eyes and his lax face struggling to keep his calm. He doesn’t even wonder how out of control his own self looks.
“Ah! I’m glad, this wife missed his husband’s t-touch!” he admits.
“I’m the same…fuck!” Nie Mingjue hisses at a particularly tight clench around his cock, “A lifetime won’t be enough for me to get my fill of you…”
Lan Xichen grabs his face and drags him into a kiss; the palm stroking him in the insanity-inducing rhythm of their slapping skin and slamming hips, his voice when reaching the peak of orgasm will certainly alert everyone in Gusu about their activities. He drowns his voice on his husband’s lips and spills on his hand, his body tightens up around Nie Mingjue so much that he can’t let him go, not until his feels him pulsing and finishing inside him.
His high must come to an end but at least it’s tender, embraced by Nie Mingjue’s strong arms and their mouth on each other like they are each other’s salvation. With some hesitation, they pull apart, Lan Xichen feels the essence dripping down his thighs and his puckered entrance clenching around nothing now that he’s empty and his stomach back to its firm flatness.
They breathe each other for a long moment, savouring every last drop of their privacy and connection and Lan Xichen honestly feels rejuvenated, alive again. Everything is brighter and more colourful when before it was dulling day by day.
“I’m sorry for not being more attentive during your stay here.” He says sincerely since it was plaguing his mind.
Nie Mingjue shakes his head, loose hair framing his handsome face, “You did nothing wrong, I understand.” And they leave it at that.
The sun has raised higher and it means Lan Xichen has to hurry if he wants to be on time.
“Go.” Nie Mingjue tells him with a smile, “If you are late, we’ll have even less time together.”
Lan Xichen doesn’t pout, he simply pecks his husband’s cheek. “I don’t know, copying the rules alone in the library sounds very much like an opportunity to me.” He smirks.
“Don’t tempt me, I’m barely holding back from coming to help you clean up.”
Another kiss on those pressing lips, glad to see Nie Mingjue so free of stress. It’s worth copying the rules for if he sees the softness in his eyes and the lack of worried lines, like the first sight of morning glories, indicating the winter snow has passed and everything flourishes.
Even if he has to leave the quarters and even when Nie Mingjue inevitably has to return to Qinghe, they’ll find more chances for themselves. And if only slivers of time are presented to them, they’ll spin it to precious gold.