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The third time it happened was perfection.
But it started with the mistake of an accidental miscommunication.
The whole affair had.
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“I think Ouyang ZiZhen and I are ready for the next step.”
As a rule, Lan WangJi tried to ignore the things the juniors said about their love lives. He really didn’t need to know which two were courting until a marriage application was made, and even then, those requests were taken care of by Lan XiChen. The documents could be signed by him while he was still in his self-imposed isolation and didn’t need approval from His Excellency.
The only exception, of course, was his A-Yuan’s love life, which, for all he could tell, was non-existent. Sometimes he worried that A-Yuan took after him a little too much.
Then again, it wasn’t as if Wei WuXian had a thriving love life, either. If he took after either of them in that department, he’d be yearning for twenty years or oblivious.
“Do you think Jin Ling has any cutsleeve erotica he can send me?” Lan JingYi asked Lan SiZhui. It was like he was trying to keep his voice down, considering he was only a few steps behind Lan WangJi, but the boy never seemed to know how to be quiet.
“You didn’t hear that,” Wei WuXian told Lan WangJi as he bumped their shoulders together.
They were on their way back from a night hunt. Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian had led half a dozen juniors with Wen Ning to a haunting a couple of villages over. It wasn’t necessarily work for Hunguang Jun, and it definitely didn’t require the attention of the Chief Cultivator, but Lan WangJi had been cooped up in Cloud Recesses for too long -- long enough for Wei WuXian to leave and come back again with the change of the seasons.
When he’d taken the position, he knew that he’d spend most of his time on administrative work. He just didn’t realise how much he’d miss night hunts.
“Do I think Jin Ling has cutsleeve erotica?” Lan SiZhui repeated. His voice was much quieter than Lan JingYi’s. Lan WangJi could practically feel his cautious eyes on his back. “I don’t think erotica books are instruction manuals.”
“I’m pretty sure they instructed my older brother on how to impregnate his wife. There’s no way our parents told him how. And don’t think I haven’t seen the books he has. Far more graphic than anything Jin Ling has ever given us.”
Wei WuXian knocked him again. “You didn’t hear that, either.”
Lan JingYi continued on in his booming voice. “It’s not like I can go to the library pavilion and ask for their most instructive scroll on satisfying your male lover. I doubt they’d exist.”
“Perhaps you could ask Young Master Wei and Hunguang Jun,” Wen Ning suggested. “They’ve...satisfied each other before.”
Both Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian paused. “You did hear that,” Wei WuXian said before he turned on Wen Ning. “You! First you tell Jiang Cheng about my golden core, and now you’re telling the juniors about my sex life? My son? Wen Ning, we have got to work on your ability to keep a secret.”
Lan WangJi felt his stomach drop. Secret.
Was Wei WuXian ashamed of what they had done with each other? Had he really not wanted to know that he’d taken Lan WangJi’s cock in his hand and his mouth and brought him pleasures Lan WangJi had never thought he’d know.
They had been friends having fun, weren’t they? Why was that such a horrible secret that was meant to be protected?
Oh heavens, what had Lan WangJi done?
Wen Ning took a step back. “A secret? I’m sorry, Young Master Wei, I didn’t realise it was one. You and Hunguang Jun were so loud that I didn’t think you wanted it to be a secret.”
Wei WuXian scoffed. “Oh! You try and be quiet when Lan Zhan is sucking your brain out of your…” He didn’t get the chance to stop himself. Lan WangJi silenced him with a thought. Lan SiZhui and Lan JingYi were both as red as Wei WuXian’s ribbon and the other juniors had started to catch up.
Lan WangJi, always in control, made sure his face didn’t show the heartbreak he was feeling. “On your way,” he said to the other juniors, who shuffled along.
“We didn’t think it was a secret, either,” Lan JingYi said when the coast was clear. “I just really didn’t want to ask you two about it.”
Lan SiZhui nodded his head. “You two are cultivation partners. I’d expect that you’ve…”
That was probably worse! If Wei WuXian was ashamed of what they’d done, it was impossible that he’d be able to stomach having them think that they were married.
“We’re not cultivation partners,” Lan WangJi interrupted and felt ill at the look of surprise on the boys’ faces.
“But you’re in love with each other and have had sex. How are you not together like that?” Lan JingYi asked while Lan SiZhui’s face looked like he was the one who’d had his heart broken.
“We’re friends.” The words were repeating in his head. Friends. Friends.
“Who’ve satisfied each other.” It was the first time Lan WangJi had heard such bitterness from his son.
Wei WuXian tugged at his sleeve and Lan WangJi dropped the spell. “A-Yuan.” He reached out to cup their son’s cheeks. “Please don’t be upset. We don’t mean to upset you. We found ourselves in a situation when we were much younger and when the opportunity arose more recently, well, I’m not going to say that I shied away from the chance, because sex is really good, you’ll see, and who better to have it with than someone you truly care about?”
“Someone you love, perhaps?”
Wei WuXian gave him a look Lan WangJi didn’t quite understand. “You know I love your father.”
What?
“Wei Ying.”
“What? It’s not as if it’s brand new information.” He didn’t look at him, though. “When I instigated our first time, I told him it was just between friends. Our second time was very much the same. And that’s okay. And it’s also how it has to be. One day, your father will have to be married off to some pretty woman in order to strengthen the bonds between clans or whatever and he’ll have babies with her -- don’t worry, you’ll still be his heir -- but he’ll at least be able to say that he’s had sex that wasn’t his duty. I’m okay having been that person for him. I’m his friend.”
Friend. But he’d just said that he loved him. Maybe as a friend. Surely friends loved in a platonic way. Not Lan WangJi, that was for certain, but perhaps others.
And why was he harping on about a wife again? Both times they’d satisfied each other, he’d brought that up. Lan WangJi couldn’t think of anything less appealing.
“Who says I have to marry a woman?” Lan WangJi asked and Wei WuXian sighed as he turned to face him.
“Your brother isn’t going to do it, now is he? He’s in mourning after losing his two lovers. I can’t see Master Lan marrying him off any time soon.”
“As you said, I already have an heir.”
“Surely he’ll be looking to partner you up with someone to repair the Lan name. Think about it; your closest confidant is the Yiling Patriarch, and Zewu Jun’s was the man who took control of the cultivation world by either orchestrating the deaths of or killing dozens of people, including his own son. The Lans aren’t exactly well known for keeping the best company right now.”
“And you think I’d let my uncle force me to marry someone I don’t love when the only person I’ve ever loved has finally come back to me?”
He wasn’t entirely certain he’d planned on saying those words.
“Lan Zhan?”
Wei WuXian was staring at him, clearly confused, like he hadn’t expected that. How he couldn’t have, Lan WangJi would never know.
“Ohh,” Lan JingYi stretched out. “Oh.” He swatted Lan SiZhui’s shoulder. “Oh! So they both think the other thinks of them as a friend, agreed to have sex because they’re actually totally in love with other and will take whatever they can, but tells themselves and each other that it’s only something between friends, without realising that they’re practically married already!”
Wen Ning stood next to the two juniors, nodding his head.
Wei WuXian blinked at him for a moment, processing what just happened. “You-you love me?”
“Hm.”
“By the heavens, we’re idiots.”
Lan WangJi was about to agree when Wei WuXian stepped up into his space, grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Lan WangJi probably didn’t think for a good minute or two following that as he let his hands settle on Wei WuXian’s hips and kissed him back.
The shattered pieces of his heart were put back together in that single moment.
They kissed until they heard the embarrassed noise of a teen who desperately wanted his parents together, but didn’t want to watch them necking on a road.
“Shameless,” Lan WangJi chided softly against Wei WuXian’s lips, “in front of our son.”
“I love you, Lan Zhan.”
Lan WangJi didn’t care for how shameless it was and kissed Wei WuXian again at his admission.
He could get used to hearing that. He wanted to, more than anything.
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Coming home was different that time. He’d walked much of the remaining distance with Wei WuXian’s hand in his own, ignoring the looks like the juniors gave them. His mind buzzed -- he didn’t remember much from his rare drunken moments, but he remembered a buzzing in his brain. This was much more pleasant.
And Wei WuXian couldn’t stop talking and smiling and kissing him, and there was no way Lan WangJi was going to stop him. He had plans, some he could say out loud (like where he’d like their wedding to be, because they were definitely getting married, not that Lan WangJi would argue that) and others that would’ve been better if they were in a hushed tone (like what he’d let Lan WangJi do to him in bed, which had Lan SiZhui flushing and shuffling ahead at a faster pace while Lan JingYi looked like he wanted to take notes).
The moment the doors of the jingshi closed behind them, Lan WangJi had Wei WuXian pressed against them, an arm around his waist, the other cupping his face, as he kissed him deeply, the way he certainly wouldn’t have chosen if they were still in public.
Wei WuXian all but melted against him. He got an arm around Lan WangJi’s shoulders and let himself be kissed senseless.
It would have been so easy to just stand there, kissing Wei WuXian, but their hips shifted against each other and the new agenda made itself too hard to ignore.
When Lan WangJi pulled Wei WuXian away from the door, he separated their bodies far enough to start disrobing. Wei WuXian’s hands were cleverer than Lan WangJi’s in that sense -- he had more experience in taking his clothes off in a rush instead of giving the heavy silks the respect they deserved. Lan WangJi had never stumbled over his clothes before, but he was down to his trousers when they reached the bed.
Wei WuXian urged him to sit on the edge and worked his fingers through the crescent moon headpiece while Lan WangJi kissed and licked and bit at the skin he’d uncovered. He remembered how Wei WuXian had reacted when he’d attacked his nipples and found himself giving them the same treatment.
Wei WuXian moaned at first, when the touches of his mouth were still gentle, then yelped and yanked a little too hard on the metalwork he was trying to remove when Lan WangJi introduced his teeth.
“Serves you right,” Wei WuXian chided at Lan WangJi’s wince, but tipped his face up to kiss him soundly. The headpiece, once loose, was tossed behind him onto the robes they’d discarded and Wei WuXian climbed into Lan WangJi’s lap.
He didn’t sit still once he was there. Lan WangJi delighted in the way his hands roamed his skin, like it was his to touch, because it was. Every inch of Lan WangJi was Wei WuXian’s, even the parts that weren’t physical; his life and his soul.
Lan WangJi broke the kiss to mouth at Wei WuXian’s jaw and neck. He didn’t stop himself from sucking a mark there, not like the previous time. Marks were for lovers, unblemished skins were for friends. He left Wei WuXian with possessive bruises and Wei WuXian mewled with pleasure.
“I won’t be able to look your uncle in the eye,” he managed.
“Don’t care.”
“Or our A-Yuan.”
Lan WangJi let up on the love bites.
Wei WuXian laughed and kissed him again. “Please tell me you have oil.”
It was embarrassing, but yes, Lan WangJi had oil. Masturbating dry hadn’t been good enough, not since their last encounter and Lan WangJi learnt what it was like to fuck into something wet and warm. An oiled hand wasn’t half as good as Wei WuXian’s mouth, but he’d taken to using it whenever he needed to relieve himself.
Lan WangJi gripped Wei WuXian’s thighs and stood, lifting the slighter man up with him, before he gently deposited him onto the bed while he went for the pot. When he returned, Wei WuXian was stripped of his clothes, leaning back against the headrest, his fingers on his cock.
Lan WangJi nearly dropped the pot.
Wei WuXian beamed at his response. “Oh? You like this?” He eyed Lan WangJi’s obvious erection and stroked himself a couple of times.
“Love this,” Lan WangJi confessed and stepped out of his remaining clothes before crawling back onto the bed, positioning himself between Wei WuXian’s spread legs. He moved Wei WuXian’s hand out of the way to take over and latched his mouth onto the side of Wei WuXian’s neck and Wei WuXian shuddered beneath him, tipping his head back like he was submitting to Lan WangJi.
He loved the taste of his skin and the feel of him in his hand, but what he really wanted was Wei WuXian’s cock in his mouth again. He wanted his fingers deep inside Wei WuXian, preparing him for his own cock.
So he kissed his way down Wei WuXian’s chest and dipped his fingers into the jar.
Wei WuXian spread his legs wider in anticipation, cupped the back of Lan WangJi’s head and met his eyes with a nod. Lan WangJi felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest because Wei WuXian wanted it, too.
Wei WuXian whimpered when Lan WangJi’s tongue dipped into his navel. He cried out when Lan WangJi’s tongue circled the head of his cock, their eyes still one each others’.
Lan WangJi wanted this taste on his tongue for the rest of his life, he decided as he rounded the tip again, catching whatever was dribbling out. He wanted to capture the sounds Wei WuXian made, too; especially when his wet fingers touched Wei WuXian’s hole.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei WuXian breathed and hiked a leg up over Lan WangJi’s shoulder to give him more room. Lan WangJi sucked more of his cock into his mouth as thanks. “Oh!”
Wei WuXian squirmed only a little bit when Lan WangJi’s fingertip pressed into him. Lan WangJi kept watch of his face to make sure he wasn’t hurting. The finger moved deeper, past the nail, past the two first knuckles, and Wei WuXian seemed fine.
He seemed to enjoy it, if the way his cock leaked was any indication. Lan WangJi lapped at it and slid his finger the rest of the way, until the rest of his hand stopped him from going any deeper.
“Yes,” Wei WuXian groaned, “another.”
Lan WangJi pulled out, dipped his fingers in the oil again, and did as he was told. It was harder with two, of course it was, but Wei WuXian took deep breaths and nodded his head every time it was okay for Lan WangJi to press on, until he was loose enough for Lan WangJi to start fucking him with his fingers.
Lan WangJi finally looked away as he lowered his head further down Wei WuXian’s cock. He worked his fingers and his mouth together and listened to Wei WuXian’s babbles as his lover’s mouth got the better of him.
“Lan Zhan, Hanguang Jun, my love, my light. Oh, your fingers! They’re so long, yes. Oh, suck me harder, Lan Zhan. Hmm, yes, stretch me, make me ready for your cock...oh!”
His body stiffened suddenly and Lan WangJi couldn’t tell if it was a good reaction or a bad reaction. He dropped Wei WuXian’s cock from his mouth and had his fingers half of the way out when Wei WuXian reached down to stop him.
“Don’t you dare stop, Lan Zhan. There was something--you touched something and it felt so good, please do it again.”
Swallowing thickly, Lan WangJi gently eased the pair of fingers back inside Wei WuXian and tried to crook them the way he had. It took a couple of attempts until Wei WuXian’s eyes rolled back and a sharp cry escaped his mouth.
“Gods, Lan Zhan, there. Don’t stop. Please.”
Lan WangJi watched, enthralled, as his fingers brought Wei WuXian a world of pleasure. Wei WuXian’s face and chest were covered in a thick blush, his lips were wet and bitten red, and his cock was so hard it looked uncomfortable.
Being a dutiful lover, Lan WangJi took it back into his mouth, earned a loud moan in response. He spread his fingers, always brushing over that nub they’d found, until he could fit a third in.
By that point, he was sure Wei WuXian’s throat was going to be sore in the morning.
Wei WuXian cried out a warning that Lan WangJi ignored. He grabbed the base of Wei WuXian’s cock, squeezed it, stroked it, ignored the second warning and the tug on his hair, then Wei WuXian tightened around his fingers and his cock spilled into his mouth. Lan WangJi swallowed all he was given and let Wei WuXian pull him away that time, gently easing his fingers out as well.
“You, Lan WangJi, are an excellent lover,” Wei WuXian mumbled as Lan WangJi kissed his way back up his very loose body. Wei WuXian didn’t shy away from the kiss Lan WangJi pressed to his mouth, in fact he seemed to chase the taste of himself as deeply as he could.
Lan WangJi was taken by surprise when Wei WuXian insisted on pressing him onto his back and watched with hungry eyes as Wei WuXian drenched his fingers, then Lan WangJi’s cock, in the oil. It was messy, spilt onto the sheets, but Lan WangJi couldn’t think about it, not when Wei WuXian was straddling him again and reaching behind him to steer his cock into his body.
Lan WangJi felt like he was rewriting what it meant to be a patient person as he grit his teeth and held back from sheathing himself completely inside Wei WuXian with one thrust.
“This-this would be easier if you weren’t so thick,” Wei WuXian said with a huffed laugh. Lan WangJi could tell he was trying to joke away the unease he was feeling so he touched Wei WuXian everywhere he could to distract him -- through his hair, over his shoulders, down his sides, wrapped a hand around his soft member to stroke it back to life.
By the time Wei WuXian’s thighs settled in his pelvis, he was hard again, curving into Lan WangJi’s hand, and Lan WangJi was wondering how this act didn’t drive everyone mad. He’d give up his life if it meant being buried inside Wei WuXian forever.
“How does it feel, Lan Zhan, being so deep inside me? Being the first person here, the only person?” He stroked the skin under his navel, where Lan WangJi’s cock was seated. “Is it incredible, Lan Zhan? Am I hot for you? Am I tight for you?”
“Wei Ying feels good.”
Wei WuXian let out a breathy laugh and leant forward, bracing himself on his hands over Lan WangJi. They both moaned at the movement and he dipped lower to kiss him.
“Only good?”
After a second kiss, then a third, Lan WangJi gathered his words. “Incredible. Never felt anything so amazing before. Feels complete.”
“Yes,” Wei WuXian agreed as he straightened up, running his fingers over Lan WangJi’s chest. “Complete. That’s what it is.”
“Hn.”
He pinched a nipple. Lan WangJi jolted. Mouths dropped open, eyes connected. “Oh, so that’s good,” Wei WuXian said and raised himself a little before sliding back down. Lan WangJi’s hands clenched at the drag over his cock, fucked up into Wei WuXian with a flex of his hips.
Wei WuXian gasped and Lan WangJi grabbed at his hips as they started to move a little more urgently. He helped him move up and down his cock, knowing that he’d tire of it soon enough, given how tiny his golden core was.
They reached a point where Wei WuXian was bouncing on his lap, his own cock smacking against Lan WangJi’s stomach whenever their bodies collided. Wei WuXian made a noise with every thrust, getting louder and louder the harder Lan WangJi fucked him.
It almost became too much for Lan WangJi. His mouth was dry from his heavy breathing, his heart was racing.
He arched, desperate to get deeper into his lover, his cultivation partner, before he realised he was so close to coming. He didn’t want that, not yet, not until Wei WuXian came again.
Lan WangJi let out a gasp and used his iron grip to still Wei WuXian, who pouted the moment he realised he couldn’t move. Lan WangJi had to screw his eyes shut, he couldn’t take the sight of Wei WuXian sitting on his cock, not when he was trying to not climax.
“Lan Zhan, you tease,” he nearly sobbed but didn’t try anything.
He sat atop Lan WangJi, watching him. Lan WangJi could feel his eyes on him as he tried to calm himself down.
“Did you nearly come, Hanguang Jun?”
Lan WangJi nodded his head.
“You liked fucking me hard, Lan-er-gege?”
“Hn.”
“Next time,” Wei WuXian said lowly, trailing his fingertips over Lan WangJi’s chest, “you’ll have to take me from behind. I want you to fuck me so hard they can hear our skin smacking in the main house.”
Lan WangJi’s eyes flew open and his nails bit into his hips. “Not helping.”
Wei WuXian laughed, which also didn’t help. He could feel it, so deep.
Wei WuXian shifted forward to kiss him again and again and again. “Lan Zhan, my love, my heart; lie back and let me do all the work. It’ll be gentle and slow.”
He leant back with his hands braced on Lan WangJi’s thighs. He rocked once, twice, then his body snapped to attention, a sharp gasp forcing its way out of his body.
“Don’t move,” Wei WuXian told Lan WangJi and Lan WangJi did as he was told. He held himself as still as he possibly could while Wei WuXian kept fucking himself back, having found the perfect angle. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, your cock, it’s hitting me right there. I thought you were going to be too big for me, but it’s just right. Just the right size, the right shape, the right curve, oh.”
Lan WangJi could barely breathe and it took all of his self control to not take over, to chase his own finish. Wei WuXian held him so tightly, was so wet and hot inside.
He reached for Wei WuXian’s erection, which bobbed with every shift of his hips, but Wei WuXian knocked his hand away.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei WuXian gasped, rolling his hips over and over. Lan WangJi could watch him forever, his slim waist, his perfect red cock, the look of pleasure on his face as he rode Lan WangJi gently. “Oh, you’re perfect.”
“I was just thinking the same of you,” Lan WangJi confessed and ran a hand up Wei WuXian’s tensing abdomen, up to cover his pounding heart. His other hand gripped Wei WuXian’s thigh, feeling the muscle flex as he moved.
“I’m gonna come, just from this.”
“Come for me,” Lan WangJi urged. “Come on me.”
Wei WuXian’s eyes met his for a moment as his jaw dropped open, then his head tipped back and he gasped to the ceiling, shaking through his orgasm, his nails digging into Lan WangJi’s thighs while he spilt over Lan WangJi’s skin.
It was the most beautiful sight Lan WangJi had ever seen, Wei WuXian coming apart on top of him. He was so distracted by Wei WuXian’s beauty that he almost missed the feel of him tightening around him, squeezing him so intimately.
Lan WangJi was there to catch him when his exhausted body caved. He sat up, pulled Wei WuXian into his arms, kissed him soundly, sighed into Wei WuXian’s mouth when he felt his arms lazily drape over his shoulders.
“I love you,” Lan WangJi sighed against Wei WuXian’s lips and got a tired, chaste peck in return. He steadied his hold on his partner and turned them over, never once disconnecting their bodies, to push Wei WuXian onto his back. “Love you so much, Wei Ying.”
Gods, he could never put into words just how beautiful Wei WuXian was. He’d thought that seeing him come as he rode him was perfection, but having a truly fucked-out Wei WuXian beneath him, his hair spilling loose all over his pillows, flushed and sweaty and content, his eyes full of love, was on another tier.
And then Wei WuXian cupped Lan WangJi’s cheek and smiled at him, and said, “Lan Zhan, my Lan Zhan, I love you, too,” and Lan WangJi felt his heart burst. He might as well have ascended to Immortality. There was nothing else in life that he needed, he’d achieved the highest peak any single human could want to reach.
He made a noise he’d later be embarrassed for and buried his face in the crook of Wei WuXian’s neck. When Wei WuXian laughed, Lan WangJi’s body shook with it. They were pressed chest-to-chest, Lan WangJi’s cock still buried inside Wei WuXian.
“No one else will ever know how cute you are, Hanguang Jun.” Wei WuXian’s arms wrapped around his shoulders again and his hands delved in his hair. “That sound was only for me.”
Lan WangJi ground their hips together just to draw a moan from Wei WuXian. “And that is only for me,” he countered and Wei WuXian moaned again as Lan WangJi did it again.
“Yes, Lan Zhan. Only you. My first, my only.” He sighed when Lan WangJi pushed himself up and started rocking in and out of Wei WuXian gently.
Lan WangJi remembered the first hunt he went on with Wei WuXian and how silly he’d been back then. He’d lifted his now-lover by the collar of his clothes and had shunned the idea of holding his hand instead. He didn’t touch people, he’d said at the time. He’d denied that they were friends. Two decades later, he was inside him, making love to him. He couldn’t imagine not wanting to touch him now. He never wanted to stop touching Wei WuXian.
And the way that Wei WuXian gasped and arched under him made Lan WangJi believe that Wei WuXian felt the same.
So he touched him where he could while driving into him.
Their bodies were writhing together.
Lan WangJi tilted his hips, found that spot within Wei WuXian again. He could tell because those wild legs spasmed around his hips, because Wei WuXian arched with a cry. His nails dug into Lan WangJi’s scalp and on his shoulder.
Little lovely gasps came from Wei WuXian’s mouth with every thrust Lan WangJi gave him, like they were being punched from his body from the inside. Lan WangJi wasn’t sure he’d heard anything sexier. Not Wei WuXian’s cries of completion, not the smacking of their bodies, but these little involuntary puffs as Lan WangJi fucked him just right -- they were racing from Lan WangJi’s ears, down into his gut, then onto his cock.
He could feel Wei WuXian’s cock trapped between them; oh, it had gone from being half-erect to completely hard with those targeted thrusts.
Wei WuXian enjoyed this. He enjoyed having Lan WangJi inside him, as deep as possible, as connected as any two persons could be. Lan WangJi couldn’t believe that he had someone in his life who completed him so perfectly.
Someone he could make love to. Someone who loved him in return.
It was everything he thought he would never have, not after he couldn’t save Wei WuXian all those years ago.
He peeled Wei WuXian’s fingers off his shoulder and pressed the hand to the mattress above Wei WuXian’s head, tangling their fingers together.
He wasn’t going to last much longer and he wanted to bring Wei WuXian with him.
“Fuck, fuck,” Wei WuXian keened into Lan WangJi’s ear, like he’d just realised that Lan WangJi was going to bring him to a third climax, and Lan WangJi had to confirm it.
“One more.”
“Lan Zhan,” Wei WuXian breathed, “I can’t…”
“One more, Wei Ying,” Lan WangJi pleaded, fucking into him a little harder. He was so close. “One more, please, Wei Ying. With me.”
Tears streaked down Wei WuXian’s temples and he nodded his head nonetheless. “Yes, Lan Zhan. With you.”
Lan WangJi cupped his cock again, earning a shiver from his lover. His fingers trailed down to his balls, pulled close to his body. “I can feel you can do it. You’re so heavy and full, so ready to come with me. For me. Oh, Wei Ying.” He nuzzled into Wei WuXian’s hair, kissed away the tears he found at the hairline. “Now, Wei Ying. Please.” His thumb moved up along Wei WuXian’s shaft to rub at the sensitive head.
Wei WuXian squirmed before he whimpered and his cock pulsed as he came a third time that night. Lan WangJi followed immediately after, joining him in bliss, filling him with his release.
They wound down together, curling into each other. Lan WangJi ended on his back, panting to the ceiling while Wei WuXian plastered himself to his side, resting his head over the Wen brand.
Lan WangJi had never been so at peace before, so content with life. Gone was the scared and lonely boy who couldn’t understand his own feelings, along with the man who was in constant mourning. He was a man with a lover, who loved him for who he was. He knew what he felt and was excited for more.
“Well, that’s unfair,” Wei WuXian grumbled into Lan WangJi’s chest.
“Hm?”
“I get accused of Demonic Cultivation and am shunned and killed, and yet you, the Light-Bearing Lord, is promoted to His Excellency, but is the one that actually fucks like a demon.”
Lan WangJi felt a blush creep over his cheeks, so he hid his face in Wei WuXian’s hair. “Is that a genuine complaint?”
“Absolutely not, I fully encourage doing that daily.”
“If that’s what Wei Ying wants.”
“Wei Ying wants,” Wei WuXian confirmed. “Wei Ying wants his Lan Zhan to be with him every single day. He wants him to kiss him, to tell him that he loves him, to be his best friend,” Lan WangJi might’ve tensed at that, “and his lover, his husband.” Wei WuXian ran a finger over Lan WangJi’s collarbone. “Is that what Lan Zhan wants?”
He remembered feeling upset when Wei WuXian had suggested, all those years ago, that them getting off together in that wretched cave was something they’d do once, something meaningless.
What he had suggested instead was permanent. Perfect.
“Yes.”