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The sunlight had shifted so that the trees overhead no longer shaded his closed eyes from the brightness, but he was still too comfortable to move. What did the sunlight matter when he was comfortably pillowed on Lan Zhan’s chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart and letting lull him closer to another afternoon nap?
He was pretty sure Lan Zhan hadn’t even woken up yet. His breathing was perfectly even and his arm solidly locked around Wei Wuxian’s waist, holding him close and keeping him from rolling any further than a cun away. Obviously he couldn’t move away from this position, or otherwise he might disturb him!
Even the slow crunching of Lil’ Apple resigning itself to eating subpar grass could not disturb the utter bliss of this moment. He really could just fall right back asleep again at a moment’s notice.
But ugh, now the brightness was increasingly bothersome. If only the sun itself wasn’t so blinding. Wei Wuxian didn’t need Lan Zhan to wake up or do much, but if he could just kindly move one of his long sleeves so it hung over his face to block out the light, that would be absolutely wonderful, please and thank you.
Unfortunately Lan Zhan seemed to be unaware of his lazy plight, sleeping on contentedly.
Resigned to his fate, Wei Wuxian turned his head to bury his face in Lan Zhan's chest. Once his face was hidden, he couldn't help the grin.
The sun was an annoyance, but Lan Zhan's slumber was a triumph. His ridiculously strong husband, who could blithely go days without sleep with no sign the long hours awake affected him, who subtly took pride in how easily he could wear out Wei Wuxian himself...this time, Wei Wuxian had vanquished him.
Last night, neither of them had gotten much sleep. Nor had Wei Wuxian allowed them to make up their rest the next morning. He couldn't be blamed, of course -- who told Lan Zhan to be so irresistible?
Even right before their nap, Lan Zhan's burning gaze on him as they stopped by a stream to let Lil' Apple drink and Wei Wuxian took off his boots and hiked up his robes to wade in himself...well! They had no real reason to deny themselves, did they?
Unfortunately, the consequences were also predictable. He didn't want to move and wake Lan Zhan up...but he also didn't want to move. Right now his poor hips and buttocks were perfectly comfortable and not complaining at him.
Ah, the consequences of his actions were largely pleasant, but occasionally there were elements here and there that he could have done without.
They were far from being annoying enough to make him want to stop though. Consequences they may have been, but every muscle took time to build up to proper strength. Clearly the only way to get to the point where the pain no longer bothered him was more practice and effort.
The subtle, fragrant scent of sandalwood drifted across his nose as Lan Zhan shifted just slightly, turning on his side and pulling Wei Wuxian in even closer. Now the sun was truly concealed beneath the folds of his robes.
He allowed himself the temptation of rubbing his nose in even closer, disturbing the folds over his chest to brush his nose over skin and drink in all of that intoxicating scent. It was rapidly becoming his favorite smell in the world, something that both instantly soothed him and enticed him to greater passions.
He opened his eyes just slightly, just enough to see the parted fabric over Lan Zhan’s chest, not so far from his heart. Pale where the sun never touched it, aside from recent days where grass and streams made for just as good surfaces as beds when the mood took them, there was something alluring about the shamelessness of that little gap of fabric, so willfully showing off what was only Wei Wuxian’s to see now.
He pressed his lips to that slim expanse of skin, feeling goosebumps rising up in his wake. Lan Zhan otherwise had no reaction, but he could keep no secrets from Wei Wuxian. Not anymore.
He grinned and buried his face back against Lan Zhan’s chest, laughing slightly to himself as his breathing hitched just the tiniest amount, not enough for anyone else to notice.
Lan Zhan had insisted on getting dressed again before they took their nap, but his robes were still looser than usual. Playfully, Wei Wuxian reached a hand in and managed to get a good grope before a hand clamped down on his wrist.
"Behave," Lan Zhan rumbled. With Wei Wuxian's head on his chest, that perfect deep voice resounded through his whole body, making him shiver.
Wei Wuxian tilted his chin up and dug it into Lan Zhan's chest. "I was behaving," he claimed innocently, digging his chin in harder. "What was I doing that wasn't?"
His adorable Lan Zhan still struggled with saying things like that out loud. "If you are awake, we should move on," he said, dodging Wei Wuxian's prompting. As if to make his point, he hauled both of them to their feet.
Standing still wasn't so bad, but...Wei Wuxian eyed Lil' Apple, still obliviously and resentfully munching on grass. He probably could ride, though it wouldn't be comfortable, but maybe there was a better option.
He leaned against Lan Zhan, blinking up at him woefully. "You did me too hard, so I can't ride," he announced, and saw the immediate flush in Lan Zhan's ears. Leaning even harder, he continued, "Hanguang-jun is such a brute. My ass is so sore, and my thighs are so bruised. You're not so cruel as to make me try to ride right after that, are you, Lan Zhan?" He blinked a few times.
This close, he could see Lan Zhan swallow. Wei Wuxian hid a grin -- already he was learning how much Lan Zhan liked reminders of what he'd done to Wei Wuxian. After a few seconds, Lan Zhan got himself together enough to ask, "And otherwise?"
"Carry me, of course," Wei Wuxian replied reasonably. Why ride if Lan Zhan would carry him?
Lan Zhan paused for a heartbeat, long enough for Wei Wuxian to see the thoughts running through his mind, before sweeping him off the ground neatly into his arms, strong enough to hold him completely secure despite Wei Wuxian not helping at all with the arranging process.
Wei Wuxian shifted about slightly, getting himself plenty comfortable enough before tugging on his robes. In his attempt to get them moving before they lost more of the day to rolling around in the grass, he hadn’t tied them firmly enough to prevent Wei Wuxian from immediately exposing the skin he’d so valiantly tried to hide just a moment ago.
Lan Zhan’s arms tightened around him slightly. “Behave,” he said warningly, his voice dropping a touch.
Wei Wuxian did nothing of the sort, sliding one hand back inside his robes again, forcing Lan Zhan to stop moving towards Lil Apple’s rope tied around the tree. His heart was beating so fast now, as if it were trying to escape his chest.
Lan Zhan attempted valiantly to pretend to ignore Wei Wuxian’s questing hands before his calm broke and he dropped his legs to grab Wei Wuxian by the wrist instead, trapping him quite neatly in his arms.
Wei Wuxian let his feet fall to the ground, skimming his toes over the grass before he found his footing and grinned up unrepentantly at his husband. “What? I didn’t say I was ready to get moving again.”
Lan Zhan’s eyes narrowed, molten gold growing darker.
"You're the one who decided we should move on right away," Wei Wuxian went on, leaning again as if he couldn't hold up his own weight. "We're not in a hurry, though, are we? Lan Zhan?"
Autumn still warred with summer, so the nights were not yet so cold he preferred to spend them indoors. They had no agenda. They could dally wherever they liked.
And the spirit of mischief had caught him now. Wei Wuxian slid his free arm around Lan Zhan's back to brace himself, then leaned in still further to nip that sharp jawline. "I'm still tired, Lan Zhan," he whined. "We can stay here for a bit longer, can't we?"
Lan Zhan's other hand drove through his hair to grab his head and pull him away. "Tired?" he repeated, voice deepening. "You do not act tired."
"So tired," Wei Wuxian confirmed, eyes wide. "Aren't you tired, Lan Zhan? You even took a nap in the middle of the day."
Nothing in his life had ever been as much fun as provoking Lan Zhan, and the game had only gotten better with their marriage. Lan Zhan had even learned how to get the upper hand! Now, though, Wei Wuxian thought he was firmly in control. They'd had so much sex in the past day that surely not even Lan Zhan's remarkable endurance had recovered yet -- which meant that Wei Wuxian could taunt and tease him, and Lan Zhan wouldn't be able to retaliate yet.
He so very much wanted to find out how far he could push him before those pretty ears turned red, before the flush crawled up his neck, before he called Wei Wuxian shameless and got all flustered as he used to so easily.
He was so much better at remaining composed or meeting Wei Wuxian on level ground. Such opportunities to play and tease and provoke had become much rarer. Why shouldn’t he get to enjoy such a moment?
Lan Zhan had his hands pinned for the moment, but he could do nothing about Wei Wuxian’s legs without standing on his feet, something it obviously had not occurred to him that he needed to do. With a sly grin, he shifted his weight onto one leg and lifted the other to rub his toe teasingly against the back of his knee, where he had discovered the skin there to be sensitive and delicate to playful touches.
Lan Zhan pressed his lips firmly together and gripped his hands tighter. “Do not provoke unnecessarily,” he said, the faintest of wobbles to his voice. “You invite trouble with your actions.”
Wei Wuxian grinned and fluttered his eyelashes. “Do I, now?”
For a moment, all Lan Zhan did was survey Wei Wuxian with those piercing golden eyes, as if evaluating how far he was willing to go. In response, Wei Wuxian rubbed against his leg again and grinned wider.
Then Lan Zhan grabbed his ass and pulled their hips together, where Wei Wuxian encountered a bigger bulge than he had expected.
"Am I tired?" he asked, low and fierce. A full-body shiver ran through Wei Wuxian, pressed against his apparently very awake husband. Butterflies fluttered through his stomach as he began to realize that Lan Zhan may well get the upper hand again.
But it wouldn't be any fun to make it easy on him. "Lan-er-gege is still very impressive," Wei Wuxian replied, pouting faintly, "but didn't I say I was tired? If you're not tired anymore, what does that have to do with me?"
There was something of a victory in the way Lan Zhan bent forward to kiss him, taking his mouth roughly, biting at his lips. After long enough that Wei Wuxian almost lost track of his desire to provoke, Lan Zhan pulled back and demanded, "Do you claim innocence?"
He widened his eyes playfully, pouting with lips that stung delightfully from the fierce kisses that had been laid upon them. “I do!” he protested, blinking as sweetly as he could manage. “I just wanted to cuddle and be close to you, what’s wrong with that?”
Lan Zhan’s eyes narrowed further to dark slits, glowing a faint red. His lips were parted ever so slightly and his breath came unevenly.
There was an instant where Wei Wuxian’s breath caught slightly in his own throat at the thrilling sense of intensity and growing threat. He couldn’t have moved away even if he tried. Even if he wanted to try…
Lan Zhan lunged back in to capture his lips again, sharp teeth scraping at his lips and sucking fiercely on his tongue, hand squeezing tightly over his ass while pulling Wei Wuxian off balance until he had to cling to Lan Zhan or fall.
He tightened his hands in Lan Zhan’s robes, eyes falling shut as they sunk back to the earth, Lan Zhan pressing him down roughly enough that the breath fled his lungs for a moment.
Lan Zhan was just as efficient at undressing them as he was at everything else, and remarkably talented for his ability to do so while continuing to kiss Wei Wuxian breathless. Finally, Wei Wuxian lay back on his spread robes, the sun once again warming his bare skin as Lan Zhan knelt between his legs.
When Lan Zhan ducked his head down, Wei Wuxian's body first tensed in anticipation of that mouth on his cock. However, Lan Zhan unexpectedly avoided it and instead dug his teeth into one of the few unbruised areas on Wei Wuxian's inner thighs.
Wei Wuxian yelped, then hissed out a long breath. "Tease!" he complained. "Just wait until I tell the world what a tease you are! Won't you suck me, Lan Zhan?"
Lan Zhan bit down harder before releasing the skin. "I am a tease?" he asked, voice rough. Then he switched to the other thigh and bit down there as well.
"Always biting!" Wei Wuxian said, squinting his eyes shut as the deep ache in his thighs went straight to his dick. He curled his legs around Lan Zhan's back and pressed his heels in. "It hurts!"
That made Lan Zhan bite down harder, until Wei Wuxian felt like his blood was on fire from the vibrant, inescapable sensation. He needed Lan Zhan to start doing more things to him, whether it was penetrating him and fucking him until his vision went white from ecstasy or putting his talented mouth all over Wei Wuxian’s aching cock… he’d even settle for his hands as long as it was something.
But instead his cruel husband continued to bite and suck fiercely on the skin of his thighs, leaving marks that he knew would bruise and throb unexpectedly for the next couple of days, only using his hands to hold Wei Wuxian’s hips down so he couldn’t thrash around too much.
He had given up on words for the moment and was attempting to catch his breath around yelps and moans when Lan Zhan relented for a moment, pressing his cool lips against one of the marks he’d just made. His skin tingled and burned with the warring sensation of sweet and sharp.
Lan Zhan’s voice was husky when he spoke, his control only barely regained. “Do you admit your intent?” he asked, warm breath fanning over the inside of his thighs. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but shiver in response. “Or will you still insist you are innocent of any wrongdoing?”
"Is being close to my husband wrong now?" Wei Wuxian asked, still feeling the need to push that tiny bit further. Lan Zhan was still far too composed. "What is it you tell me, Lan Zhan? Mark your words?"
Lan Zhan pulled back far enough to stare down at him before he unceremoniously shoved two of his fingers into Wei Wuxian's mouth. Wei Wuxian, understanding what he meant, made sure to get them nice and wet as he swirled his tongue around and between them.
Unexpectedly, though, he yelped when Lan Zhan brought those fingers down to his hole and began to work them in. It burned, and not in the good way that all the bites to his thighs had.
Lan Zhan could tell the difference. He immediately removed his fingers and gently asked, "Wei Ying?"
"Haaaa..." Wei Wuxian let his head fully fall back against the grass before he propped his elbows up and looked at Lan Zhan again. "Maybe not that this time. I guess I really am too sore. Hanguang-jun has conquered me too fully."
Lan Zhan nodded, leaning over to kiss him with a gentler bite than the previous ones.
Wei Wuxian pouted at him, disappointed at the shift in mood. “There are other things we can do! You could pin me down and make me take it in my mouth, or pin me down and use my thighs to sheath your blade,” he complained, trying to find something that would save the mood. After he’d worked so hard on riling up his husband!
Fortunately some of that dark glitter returned to his eyes with Wei Wuxian’s whining. He had long enough to feel gratified at this reaction before he was roughly pinned to the earth again, Lan Zhan’s legs on either side of his own.
Between the intensity of Lan Zhan’s biting earlier and older bruises that hadn’t quite faded yet, the inside of his thighs did sting when pushed firmly together. But it was more of a good pain, certainly not enough to make him cry for actual mercy.
Sweat and saliva provided enough glide to ease the friction while not reducing the sensation as Lan Zhan began to move his hips. The texture of that cock against Wei Wuxian's sensitive inner thighs almost immediately prompted a moan to fall from his mouth, and the ache and sting of both healing and forming bruises just made his arousal burn even higher.
"Er-gege, er-gege, that's so good," he gasped, needing to reassure Lan Zhan before he went back to taunting. "Is it good for you? Do you like my thighs?"
"I like all of you," Lan Zhan growled. His hair fell forward over his shoulders, tickling Wei Wuxian's skin. Wei Wuxian reached up to gather it together, along with his ribbon tails, and coil a loop around his hand. "Your thighs are soft."
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed, delighted at the contribution. "My thighs feel good, huh? You feel good, I really like this, we should do it again -- and not just when you've fucked me too hard."
At that, Lan Zhan started thrusting even harder, as if to show him that he could still fuck him hard like this. The position was too awkward, though. With Wei Wuxian on his back, Lan Zhan couldn't quite get the leverage to fuck him the way they both wanted him to.
So, tugging on Lan Zhan's hair as he gathered himself and let Lan Zhan's cock slip from his thighs, he flipped them. "So hard, er-gege," he crooned, letting go of Lan Zhan's hair. "You always go so hard on your poor Wei Ying!"
Lan Zhan narrowed his eyes just slightly as he rested his strong hands on Wei Wuxian’s ass, giving him a moment to catch his breath. “You ask for it,” he said, his voice carefully controlled.
Wei Wuxian grinned at him, shifting about on top of him for a moment. “Well then, what do you think is the best way for us to do this?”
Lan Zhan steadied his hips, looking unfairly composed for the things they were doing under the bright afternoon sun. Even the splay of his black hair like a dish of ink tossed carelessly over the grass seemed intentionally beautiful. His fingers dug into Wei Wuxian’s ass almost appreciatively, the most visible sign of his mind solving this trouble they were running into.
“You on top will not work well,” he said, voice faintly tinged in regret even as he rolled his hips up to demonstrate. Wei Wuxian had to bite back a pleased yelp, but could still feel what he meant. Too much work for the pleasure they could get out of it. “Perhaps…” he started, then trailed off.
Wei Wuxian braced his hands on his husband’s chest, momentarily distracted by the flex of muscles beneath his hands. It took him a moment to drag his mind back to the task at hand; that of wanting his husband to finish his sentence and do him already. “Perhaps what? Perhaps you do know a way where you can use my thighs well and are embarrassed about saying it?”
Lan Zhan didn't answer verbally, but Wei Wuxian's husband was always more a man of actions than words. He gathered Wei Wuxian up and flipped them again so Wei Wuxian landed on his side and belly, Lan Zhan nestled in close behind him. He dragged his erection along Wei Wuxian's taint, provoking a shiver, before once again pressing his thighs together around that beautiful hard cock.
"Good?" he asked roughly. He held still, but he covered Wei Wuxian's back, warm and encompassing.
"Better," Wei Wuxian agreed, "but I will be better still when you go back to fucking me."
Lan Zhan's hips jerked forward, and that was good -- the slide was smoother, the position more comfortable. Then Lan Zhan flipped his ponytail out of the way and bit down on the back of his neck, and Wei Wuxian cried out.
Yes, this was good. Lan Zhan fucked forward again and again, the tip of his cock nudging against Wei Wuxian's own, pressing against his balls, rubbing over and over against his bruised thighs. Combined with Lan Zhan's teeth in his neck, Wei Wuxian could barely think.
But even when he couldn't think, he could talk. "Lan Zhan, er-gege, husband, touch me," he begged. There was so much stimulation, but not enough to his dick. He needed more.
Lan Zhan thrust roughly against him, grabbing his hip hard enough that he could feel the new perfect line of marks that would form. With some difficulty, that questing hand was able to reach around his hip without Lan Zhan losing his focus or rhythm and finally, finally give his poor, neglected cock the stimulation it needed.
His words momentarily turned into a drawn out cry of satisfaction as Lan Zhan wrapped his hand firmly around his cock and started stroking perfectly in time with his thrusts. His whole body sang in pleasure, surrounded by his husband and their mutual need. He clutched at the grass in front of him for something to hold onto, his own skin so sensitive that even the sharp blades seemed to feed into that yearning for sensation.
Lan Zhan moved his mouth slightly, renewing the fierce bite on his throat as the motion of his hips began to stutter and grow even more intense. The tightness of his hand was such that it almost hurt, but that tightness was what Wei Wuxian wanted most.
He just needed Lan Zhan to hold out a little longer. Just a little more and they could find their peak together.
“Just a little bit more, a little longer, can you do that for me, er-gege?” he panted, rocking his hips against the tight grip on his cock. “Can you hold out long enough to come with me?”
Lan Zhan eased off the bite until it became a press of his mouth, muffling grunts. Then Lan Zhan lifted his face and murmured, "Wei Ying."
Just that. Just his name. Wei Wuxian shuddered and tried to close his thighs even tighter. "Lan Zhan!"
"Come, Wei Ying." Lan Zhan's voice was so low, so resonant, so compelling. Pleasure overwhelmed him as Lan Zhan's hand tightened on his cock, and he came.
Just as good, though, was feeling Lan Zhan's cock jerk against his thighs, painting them with strips of white against the rainbow bruises, making them even wetter and messier than before. He carefully relaxed until more and more of his weight rested on Wei Wuxian, who found the increased pressure heavy but comforting. He'd grown accustomed to his Lan Zhan pillow since they started sharing a bed, but a Lan Zhan blanket was appealing in its own way.
Slowly, he caught his breath. When Lan Zhan's weight grew too heavy to be comforting, he started to gently nudge his husband onto his back -- time for the pillow, rather than the blanket -- but moving made him start to feel his bruises even more. It didn't feel bad, really, but it no longer felt quite as good as when his mind was clouded by desire and pleasure.
Then he rubbed over one of the bruises on his thighs a little as Lan Zhan finally rolled off him, and he smiled. It still felt a little good, having Lan Zhan mark him so deeply.
Immediately, before Lan Zhan could misunderstand and try to get moving again, he turned to cling to him, snatching up his husband-pillow and promptly snuggling into his chest. “I’m not recovered yet,” he protested plaintively. “You did your poor husband too hard and this is the only way to recover.”
Lan Zhan made his soft huffing laugh, the sweet sound of it vibrating pleasantly in his ear like the strumming of the qin and finally gave in, no longer attempting to get up and instead placing his hand over Wei Wuxian’s head and petting his hair very nicely. “You reap what you sow,” he reminded him.
Wei Wuxian pouted playfully. “Yes, yes, I know. But still, I really couldn’t ride Lil’ Apple even if I wanted to. My hips and legs wouldn’t stay on and I’d just immediately fall off into the dirt.”
Lan Zhan hummed slightly, completely unrepentant for that fact. To be fair, Wei Wuxian was as well, but still, as the creator of his current situation, he should take sympathy on his husband and let them lie around for another day. Maybe go splash around in the stream again. The cool water would feel very nice on his poor body, and there was something about seeing Lan Zhan’s body covered in glistening, glittering water drops that would never ever lose its excitement.
“We should spend the night here,” he concluded, resting his chin on Lan Zhan’s chest to better look him in the eye. “After you have made sufficient reparations, we can go bathe in the stream, Lil’ Apple can eat more grass, and tomorrow I will be ready to ride onto the next place that looks fun. But no more riding today!”
"Mark your words for that as well," Lan Zhan replied wryly.
Wei Wuxian blinked before he understood and let out a fake-offended cry. "I told you I was tired!" he dramatically protested. If Lan Zhan just refused to be provoked...well, then he wouldn't be nearly as fun. But still, it took two to make Wei Wuxian so sore he refused to do anything else for the rest of the day. "No riding anything today. Have some self-control, Hanguang-jun!"
Lan Zhan hummed again, gentle hands stroking up and down Wei Wuxian's back. "As you say," he indulgently conceded.
Wei Wuxian turned his face to nuzzle his cheek against Lan Zhan's chest. What a good husband. So committed to giving Wei Wuxian everything he wanted. So quick at learning how to do exactly that.
Wei Wuxian kissed the warm, scarred skin of Lan Zhan's brand, then closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep again.