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“Gusu Jade Attorneys’ Office. My name is James, how may I help you?”

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath. He’d hoped Lan Wangji himself would answer the phone but if he’s really such a big shot lawyer as his business card and a ten minute google deep dive suggests, then fair enough.

And maybe his assistant is kind enough to put him through to Lan Wangji without making him state a legitimate reason. Because he really doesn’t have one.

Except that Wei Wuxian is currently in New York, staying at a fancy hotel near Central Park with his friends.

And he hasn’t forgotten about his hook up with Lan Wangji almost nine months ago.

And wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.

“Uh yeah Hi, eh-“

“Please speak up,” James interrupts immediately.

Wei Wuxian clears his throat loudly and pulls his leg under himself where he’s sitting on his bed in his hotel room. He digs his thumb into the naked skin on his thigh, above his knee, “Sorry, yeah Hello. I’d like to speak to Mr. Lan. If that’s possible,” he adds at the end. His heart pounds in his chest.

There’s so many ways this could go.

Assuming James lets him talk to Lan Wangji. The man could have forgotten about Wei Wuxian already.

Or maybe he remembers but wasn’t all that impressed after having some time to look back on their night together.

But Wei Wuxian is desperate to see him again. Lan Wangji was able to take him apart so quickly, Wei Wuxian’s skin itches with the need to have his hands on him a second time.

For Lan Wangji to make him cry like before. And maybe this time they could even talk for longer…if that’s something Lan Wangji was interested in.

They could spend the entire week together.

Wei Wuxian has any number of fantastic ideas in his head, and surprisingly not all of them revolving around them being naked. Most, but not all of them.

“Please clarify,” James’ business voice reaches him.

“Clarify which part exactly…?” Wei Wuxian dares slowly, not entirely sure if James is already annoyed with him. Maybe he can sense that Wei Wuxian has no idea what he’s doing.

“Which Mr. Lan you are referring to. There are several employed here.”

“Oh sure, yeah that would be Lan Wangji, then. Is he in?” Wei Wuxian inquires, sitting up a little straighter and pulling the soft blanket between his spread legs.

They only arrived that afternoon, their little group dissolving as Wen Qing and Jiang Cheng already wanted to get something to eat, so they headed out into the city just the two of them. Wei Wuxian, along with Nie Huaisang, Jin Zixuan and Qin Su decided to stay at the hotel until the evening.

Wei Wuxian had feigned a headache and said he’d take a nap so that none of his friends would disturb him.

They don’t know he planned on reaching out to his one-night stand from nine months ago. Just like they are unaware he’s the reason they’re in New York right now.

“Mr. Lan Wangji is extremely busy at the moment. May I inquire as to who you are and your reason for calling?”

Here goes nothing.

“I’m a friend of his. Or good acquaintance let’s say,” Wei Wuxian worries his lower lip with his teeth, nervously bunching the thick blanket between his thighs and kneading it like a cat, “I’m visiting New York and wanted to get in contact with him.”

“Mr. Lan Wangji does not take private calls during work hours. If you leave me your name and number, I will let him know you called.”

“No, no, no that’s not necessary. Never mind-“

“A message then?”

“No, please, don’t-“ Wei Wuxian screws his eyes shut and forces himself to take a deep breath.

James waits patiently on the other side of the line, but Wei Wuxian can hear him typing away at his computer.

“Can’t you just put me through to him, please? It’ll be quick, I promise,” Wei Wuxian tries miserably.

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Lan doesn’t take private phone calls during work hours,” James says, actually sounding a little apologetic.

“Listen,” Wei Wuxian rubs his face with his free hand, “I’ll tell him not to get mad at you for putting me through to him. If you just let me talk to him, he won’t be mad. I promise.”

They both know he is in no position to make such a promise but Wei Wuxian convinced his entire friend group to not only fly to New York, but to also stay in a super fancy hotel all for the tiniest chance that he might see Lan Wangji again.

So obviously Wei Wuxian is not above a little lying and begging. He’ll bribe James if he has to.

“Please. It’s Thursday. No one is busy on a Thursday…”

“Mr. Lan is extremely busy, like I said.”

“He might even thank you if you let me talk to him. Please, James. Just two minutes.”

There’s silence on the other side, then a slow sigh, barely audible.

But Wei Wuxian perks up immediately, gripping his phone tightly.

“Please hold while I put you through.”

“Thank you, thank yo-“

He’s interrupted by the typical piano music playing while you’re on hold.

It’s not helping to soothe his nerves though. He is literal seconds away from talking to Lan Wangji. Months have passed since they saw each other and Wei Wuxian has no idea what he should say.

The same opening line from last time?

“Hey there, would you mind buying me a drink? I’ll suck your dick if you do.”

The thought of getting Lan Wangji’s cock in his mouth some time this week is enough to get his blood pumping.

They might lie tangled in these very sheets as early as tonight if this goes well, Wei Wuxian can’t help but imagine, digging his fingers into the fabric and pressing the bunched up blanket to his groin.

He’s only wearing his boxers and a similar tank top to the one he’d worn when he hooked up with Lan Wangji. Hotels are always either too cold or too hot, this one is definitely the latter but Wei Wuxian didn’t have the right mindset to fiddle with the air conditioning yet.

He’s still got a slight pressure up against his dick, his thoughts spiralling when suddenly the music stops, followed by a soft click and then,

“This is Lan Wangji of Gusu Jade Attorneys.”

Wei Wuxian’s heart beats in slow motion as that deep, velvety smooth voice reaches his ears and fills his head.

Fuck, he’d missed that slow, clear tone.

“How can I help you?” Lan Wangji asks, Wei Wuxian can sense him already getting impatient.

James wasn’t lying when he said Lan Wangji was busy.

Not that he’d thought he was, but still.

He probably didn’t even tell Lan Wangji that this would end up being a personal call.

Extremely personal if Wei Wuxian’s dick has anything to say about it.

That voice brings back many pleasant memories for the younger man, and his dick obviously remembers.

He takes a deep breath – can’t have his voice failing now.

“Mr. Lan…” he drawls, smirk on his lips and eyes trained on the view outside his hotel.

If he were to move up a bit on the bed, he’d be able to spot the trees from central park through the maze of skyscrapers.

“Yes?” Lan Wangji asks, after a beat of silence. So maybe that wasn’t enough to recognize him yet.

“Mr. Lan, you gave me your business card, so I assumed you’d want me to reach out at some point.”

More quiet follows, and Wei Wuxian is almost ninety percent sure the other has figured out what is going on.

Sure enough, the next time Lan Wangji speaks, his voice is somehow closer, as if he’s got the phone directly against his lips.

His tone is different too, darker and quieter when he says, “And you’ve kept me waiting, Wei Wuxian.”

That makes the younger man smile, and he resists the temptation of falling backwards onto the mattress and rope Lan Wangji into having phone sex with him.

Before he can think of what to respond, Lan Wangji speaks up again, “You had me worried I was too forward, leaving my card in your jeans without saying anything.”

“You remember what I was wearing?” Wei Wuxian can’t help but tease, pushing the blanket away from himself and stretching out his naked legs.

Lan Wangji doesn’t respond to his teasing but Wei Wuxian only laughs, carding a hand through his hair, “I’m in New York. If you think giving me your number was too forward, how am I supposed to feel?”

He feels his face heating a little at his own words. He just basically admitted to flying all the way to New York because of a hook up.

“Another trip with friends?” Lan Wangji exhales, in the background there is the sound of a pen being put down on a wooden desk and then a chair being pushed back.

“Yeah, told you. Once a year. We arrived today, I’m in my hotel room right now…” Laying it on thick again. But this still doesn’t come close to how shameless he’d been last year.

“Hey there, would you mind buying me a drink? I’ll suck your dick if you do.”

“So, you decided to call me,” Lan Wangji says, sounding calm and collected but Wei Wuxian is certain he’s getting under his skin already.

“Why not? You gave me your card. It would be rude of me not to, don’t you think, Mr. Lan?”

“And we both know how polite you are, Wei Wuxian.”

Heat coils in his gut at Lan Wangji’s suggestive words, his name on his lips, so, so close to his ear. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend Lan Wangji was right next to him, here in his hotel room.

“Only with elders. I was always taught to treat people twice my age with respect.”

“I am not forty-four years old, baby,” Lan Wangji says immediately. So maybe he’s a bit testy about his age after all.

And oh god how he’d missed being called baby by this man.

Wei Wuxian lets himself fall backwards on the bed with a quiet groan. He doesn’t bother stifling the sound he makes, or how obvious it must be that he’s lying in bed.

“I’m already twenty-three. My birthday was last year.”

“Mn. Mine was a few months ago.”

“Thirty-eight is still sexy, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian smirks and stretches himself over the length of the bed, raising his head for a moment to eye his half-hard cock.

If he would get away with jerking off while they talked?

There is a beat of silence, before Lan Wangji seemingly pulls himself together a bit, “Why did you call?”

Wei Wuxian absentmindedly pulls at the hem of his tank top, “To ask if you would be interested in meeting up? We’re staying until Tuesday.”

“Do you want me to come to your hotel?” Lan Wangji asks and this time his voice is purposefully devoid of emotion.

Yes.

“Should I beg?” Wei Wuxian whispers, eyes closed and hand still splayed over his stomach.

“Would you, if I asked you to?”

Yes.

“Would you?” he gasps, mouth hanging open and breath coming quickly-

“Beg me.”

Wei Wuxian palms his erection and gasps into the phone, “Please, Mr. Lan. I want you to come here…”

There is shuffling on the other side but Lan Wangji stays quiet.

“Mr. Lan, come to my hotel. Tonight. I came here for y-“ Wei Wuxian presses his face into the comforter and rocks his hips up against his hand, “Please. Will you come?” It sounds muffled even to his own ears.

“Tell me which hotel.”

Wei Wuxian scrambles his brain for the name of the hotel they’re staying at, telling him once he’s remembered.

“Are you going out tonight?” Lan Wangji asks, and even he sounds impatient, like he’s trying to get all the important information before Wei Wuxian loses his mind.

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, thumbing at the tip of his cock over the fabric of his boxers and stifling a moan, “Wait, well no I mean…Ugh I don’t know, the others maybe but like I don’t kn-“

“Baby, take a breath and answer me.”

Wei Wuxian will deny that he whimpered at that to anyone who asks. Not even Lan Wangji could get him to admit to that embarrassing slip up.

He nonetheless does as he’s told, taking his hand away and breathing deeply for a moment.

“I can wait for you,” he says once he’s gathered his wits again. Jerking off can wait until they’ve hung up.

He can hear Lan Wangi sighing into the phone, “I’ll try not to work too late.”

“I’ll wait for you,” Wei Wuxian says again.

“I know you will, baby. I’ll text you, alright?”

Wei Wuxian nods before remembering himself and whispering, “Please. I’ll-“ he swallows and forces his eyes open, “I’ll go out to dinner with my friends but I should be back around eight.”

“That sounds good, baby. Have fun with your friends, and I will text you when I’m done. Do me a favour though…”

“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian breathes, fingertips tingling with anticipation.

“Don’t touch yourself until then.”

“Mr. Lan!” Wei Wuxian whines, throwing his head back.

“Prove to me you can be good, and I’ll reward you tonight. I’ll not let you come until the morning if you disobey. Understand?”

Wei Wuxian pouts and tries his best to communicate that he’s sulking through the silence between them.

“You can manage a few hours, right baby? That’s not too difficult for you, is it? Or are you that desperate?”

“Stop it,” Wei Wuxian cries, because of course what he’s saying is true. Wei Wuxian is that desperate.

“Your choice. I’ll see you tonight, Wei Wuxian.”

Lan Wangji hangs up after that, and Wei Wuxian is left staring at the room’s ceiling in despair.

He is achingly hard, just had the hottest phone call of his life and now he has to suffer through dinner with his friends before he can come.

Before he can have Lan Wangji’s big hands on him. He’s already torturing him.

“Shit,” Wei Wuxian forces himself off the bed and presses his phone to his cheek as he paces in front of the window.

He’s already feeling giddy and impatient.

Though he doesn’t want to continue lying to his friends, he’s going to have to keep playing sick so they let him sit out their first night out in New York.

He should manage dinner at least – that’s still better than waiting on the bed for hours until Lan Wangji knocks on his door.

+++

As expected, they all give him a hard time about ditching them but Wei Wuxian is nothing if not good at getting what he wants.

He tells them the nap didn’t help his headache, and that he would rather stay in and gather energy for the weekend. By then he should have recovered to make the best of their trip.

They relent after he promises them the first round on Friday night will be on him.

After dinner in the city he rushes back to the hotel and gets ready.

Unlike last time, where he had been somewhat unprepared for a hook-up, this time he spends almost an hour contemplating what to wear.

Lan Wangji texts him, as promised.

Unknown number [6:08PM]

Hey baby,

I have some work to finish but should be done by seven thirty.

Does eight work for you? Text me your room number and I’ll come straight up.

Looking forward to seeing you again, darling.

Wei Wuxian gets the message while on the way to the restaurant and types out a reply quickly before hiding his phone.

Me [6:12PM]

Hiiiii sure, eight works 😊

Room 614 btw

It’s almost time for Lan Wangji to arrive when Wei Wuxian pulls on his black shorts. They barely cover the swell of his ass, but they’re high-waisted too so his figure is on display.

He even dug out the same tank top he’d worn the first time. It looks like he’s dressing to do yoga but Wei Wuxian remembers Lan Wangji grabbing at his waist and ass like a man possessed.

His clothes will come off soon anyway, no need to go too crazy.

He even fingered himself a little. Not enough for Lan Wangji to fuck into him immediately though. Maybe that already counts as touching himself, Wei Wuxian realises belatedly.

What if Lan Wangji decides to be mean and punish him for sticking his fingers up his ass?

Too late now though, Wei Wuxian sighs as he lets himself fall on the rumpled bed sheets.

Getting punished a bit could be fun too, he muses.

Wei Wuxian gathers his hair in a high ponytail to pass the time, then glances at his phone when there is a series of knocks on his door.

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian scrambles to his feet, accidentally pulling the blanket off the bed and dropping his phone on the floor.

“Shit,” he glances at himself in the mirror and then at the mess of a bed, “Too late now.”

He quickly shuffles to the door and pulls it open without checking who it is.

But of course, who should come to his room if not Lan Wangji, still dressed in a neat, tailored suit from work. He’s even got a black leather briefcase in one hand.

Words stuck in his throat, Wei Wuxian only stares at his handsome face, once again caught off guard by the man’s beauty.

He’s not aged visibly, there’s no wrinkles on his smooth skin, though his hair is a bit longer. Enough for Wei Wuxian to grab a fistful of.

“Invite me in?” Lan Wangji asks, amusement clear in his voice if not on his face and Wei Wuxian steps aside immediately.

“Come,” he breathes, almost choking on that one word.

Lan Wangji walks past him, setting his briefcase down on the little table next to the door and opening the button on his suit jacket.

Closing the door behind him, Wei Wuxian leans his back against the wood and watches Lan Wangji lean down and take his shoes off.

Their eyes meet when the older man straightens back up, his gaze full of intent and wild thoughts.

“I should offer you something to drink- “

“I don’t drink- “

“-but I don’t have anything here.”

“That’s fine- “

“I want to be a good host- “

“Offer me something else- “

Wei Wuxian gasps when Lan Wangji crowds him against the door, both hands on either side of his head as he leans down so they’re on eye-level.

“I don’t have anything here-“ Wei Wuxian whispers again, making Lan Wangji quirk a small smile, the distance between them shrinking further.

“You’re here,” Lan Wangji’s gaze is heavy as he fixates on Wei Wuxian’s slightly parted lips.

“Yeah,” the younger breathes, hands slowly reaching out and curling around Lan Wangji’s hips. Even his shirt feels expensive as his hands sneak underneath the open jacket.

“So, offer me something else. If you want to be a good host, baby.”

Wei Wuxian’s brain finally catches on and he smiles sweetly, eyes turning into crescents as he angles his face up.

“You can have me, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian finally breathes, “I’m yours, take me-“

Lan Wangji kisses him, hungry and demanding from the start. His tongue pushes past his lips, his hands grabbing Wei Wuxian’s face and pulling him away from the door and closer.

He digs his fingers into Lan Wangji’s side, sucking in a breath through his nose before moaning, kissing him back with equal fervor.

God why is he such a good kisser?

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian gasps, hands pushing the jacket off his shoulders as Lan Wangji blindly pulls them further into the room.

He stops touching him so Lan Wangji can take off his jacket, and he starts unbuttoning his shirt while mouthing along Wei Wuxian’s jaw, “Am glad you called.”

“Me too,” Wei Wuxian fumbles with the man’s belt, tilting his head to the side and Lan Wangji gets the message, kissing over his neck and sucking at the skin wetly. Wei Wuxian remembers him being incredibly messy, leaving Wei Wuxian’s neck damp with his saliva.

There’s more to say, but they have time. Wei Wuxian won’t kick him out the way he’d left him nine months ago.

He first needs to get Lan Wangji in him. Then they can catch up.

Wei Wuxian opens Lan Wangji’s slacks and pushes them down as far as he can without dislodging Lan Wangji’s lips from his neck. The man’s hands are, predictably, massaging Wei Wuxian’s ass.

His touch is rough, almost bruising as if he couldn’t hold back.

It stings and hurts but the pain reminds him of their last time together and the sudden heat makes him moan loudly – all the anticipation of what they’re about to do stealing his breath away and making him dizzy.

“You’ve missed me, haven’t you, Mr. Lan?” Wei Wuxian purrs in his ear, biting at the shell of his ear while his hands sneak underneath the man’s undershirt. He scratches over his hard stomach and throws his head back with a moan when Lan Wangji slaps his ass.

“Missed your ass,” Lan Wangji growls, impatient and cold as he pushes Wei Wuxian onto the bed and strips himself of his top.

Wei Wuxian scoots backwards on the empty mattress, except for the pillows at the head of the bed.

Lan Wangji seems to notice, eyeing the blanket on the floor before taking his pants and socks off, “What happened here? You throw a fit after our phone call?”

That makes the younger pout, resting on his elbows and his long legs stretched out in front of him, “No, I just stumbled out of bed when you knocked.”

Lan Wangji climbs onto the bed on his knees, hands grabbing Wei Wuxian’s foot and giving him a slow massage, “Excited, were you?” he asks with a smile in his eyes.

He never thought he’d get turned on by someone playing with his feet but Lan Wangji’s hands are magic as they rub the sole of his right foot.

He forgets to answer as he pants shallowly, eyes fixated on the fingers teasing over his shin.

“Mn? Desperate like before, aren’t you, baby?” Lan Wangji moves on from his foot, hands moving up his calf as he leans forward and presses a kiss to his bony knee.

Wei Wuxian squirms under his heated gaze and teasing words, “You fucked me good, alright? Of course, I’d want more.”

That makes Lan Wangji huff out a laugh, hot breath ghosting over his naked thighs and making him shiver, “Shit, don’t play with me!” Wei Wuxian whines, sitting up and hugging his arms around Lan Wangji’s shoulders.

“You ran away last time…” Lan Wangji murmurs against his lips as he lets go of Wei Wuxian’s leg and strokes his back, “There was so much more I wanted to do with you.”

Wei Wuxian internally puffs out his chest, proud that the older man had had a good time with him. Good enough to want more.

“Like what? Tell me, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian kisses him, smiling wide, “I want to hear all about what more you wanted to do after making me cry.”

Lan Wangji’s hands help him out of his tank top and then push him to lie down onto the mattress as he says, “Make you cry again and again and again until you had no tears left.”

“Is that what you’re going to do now?” Wei Wuxian grins, feeling his face flush a little.

Should it be embarrassing how turned on he is by the idea of Lan Wangji being mean to him?

Lan Wangji hums against his stomach, kissing around his belly button and up his chest, hands back where they belong, on his ass.

“How long can you stay?” Wei Wuxian whispers, eyes closed and hands stroking over Lan Wangji’s shoulders. He plays with the hair at the back of his head as Lan Wangji bites his nipple, making him cry out suddenly.

“Six,” Lan Wangji says as if nothing had happened. Wei Wuxian pouts, both at his mean behaviour and the fact that he has to leave so early in the morning.

“Why so early?”

The man’s lips move to his other nipple, tongue sticking out and licking around the bud before blowing cold air onto the sensitive skin and making Wei Wuxian shiver, “Need to pick up fresh clothes from my apartment.”

“Don’t you keep an extra shirt at the office?” Wei Wuxian whines and pulls Lan Wangji’s head up by his hair.

Lan Wangji lets him, but he does give him a look that is clearly unimpressed with this treatment.

They stare at each other, Wei Wuxian unhappy and sulky and Lan Wangji with fraying patience.

Slowly he relaxes his fingers under the man’s cold gaze, gnawing on his lower lip self-consciously, “Sorry.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hums, climbing up a bit so he can kiss the pout of his lips, “Shouldn’t be too greedy, baby.”

“I know,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, stroking his hair and silently begging for another kiss with his eyes.

Lan Wangji gives in; leans down and kisses the younger slowly, deeply.

He doesn’t know why he’s being emotional about this. It should just be another hook up, no feelings involved.

But the thought of losing Lan Wangji again so soon is manifesting in his brain, a cold blanket settling over Wei Wuxian.

“I missed you,” Lan Wangji whispers against his lips, soft and quiet like a breeze.

“Yeah? My ass, right?” Wei Wuxian covers his anxiety with a forced light tone, but Lan Wangji isn’t buying it.

“Mnm. Just you.”

He can’t say it back. Can’t start that conversation so Wei Wuxian pushes Lan Wangji off of himself and takes off his shorts.

Lan Wangji watches him, heated gaze focused on his naked body.

The younger climbs into his lap, arms around his shoulders as Lan Wangji’s hands hug him close.

“Want to ride me, baby?” Lan Wangji’s lips whisper in his ear, nipping at his earlobe and finger dipping between his cheeks.

His hole is still wet from the lube he’d used, stretched enough for one of Lan Wangji’s fingers.

The older man stills when he touches the wetness there. Caught by surprise, he dips his finger in, the tip sliding in easily.

“Ah-“ Wei Wuxian sighs, hips immediately moving down to take more of his finger. Lan Wangji is still too shocked, letting the younger move on his finger, eagerly fucking himself on the one digit.

He snaps out of it too soon, free hand gripping Wei Wuxian’s hips harshly and forcing him still, “You fingered yourself after our phone call, didn’t you, baby?”

It’s impossible to make out his thoughts; if he’s mad or delighted.

His face is blank, his tone even.

Wei Wuxian blinks at him, biting his lip to suppress a bratty smile. He’s not sure if he’s succeeding though because Lan Wangji’s eyes darken immediately and then he’s pushing in with two fingers, not hesitating to start stroking his inner walls in search of his prostate.

He struggles to free himself from Lan Wangji’s grip, circling his hips to help him reach where he desperately wants him, “Oh yes, wait there, just a bit more…Yes God fuck there yes-“ Wei Wuxian breaks off with a moan, throwing his head back in bliss.

“Make yourself feel good, baby,” Lan Wangji says sweetly, Wei Wuxian feeling too good to question this.

When the man lets his hip go, he immediately shifts his weight onto his knees on either side of Lan Wangji and starts moving in earnest. He pushes his hips forward each time, rubbing his leaking cock against the older man’s stomach.

“God, so good…your fingers aaahh,” Wei Wuxian has his eyes closed, fingers gripping Lan Wangji’s shoulders as he works himself up, pushing his orgasm closer and closer.

“Are you having fun, sweetheart?”

“Mmmh,” Wei Wuxian nods blindly, his mouth hanging open as he starts panting, the continued movements and strain on his thighs making him breathe harshly.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Why don’t you touch your pretty cock too hm?”

“Can I?” Wei Wuxian pants, blinking his glazed over eyes open and searching for Lan Wangji’s.

“Of course, baby.”

“Fuck,” he immediately wraps his right hand around his cock, moaning loudly.

Lan Wangji is still letting him fuck his fingers, not moving himself but Wei Wuxian doesn’t notice. Doesn’t register his dark eyes and the hard line of his mouth.

All he can focus on is how good he feels with Lan Wangji so close.

His fingers are bigger than Wei Wuxian’s, his upper body all hard muscles that he can rock against.

He jerks himself off while rubbing Lan Wangji’s fingers over his prostate until he’s just about to burst. His thighs are trembling, arms shaking and lungs burning, “Fuck so close, God I’m gonna come, shit so good ahhh-“

“No, you’re not,” Lan Wangji’s cold voice cuts through.

“Yes, I am just a bit- bit moooore-“ he whines, head thrown back again, hair sticking to his sweaty neck.

“Don’t, Wei Wuxian. You’re not going to come now. Take your hand away,” Lan Wangji orders, calm and frigid.

“What? No just wait, I’m close, just wait okay? I’m almost…”

“Stop.”

Wei Wuxian stops, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

He’s disoriented for a second before his gaze focuses on Lan Wangji.

His fingers are still stretching his hole open but he’s not moving his hips and Wei Wuxian even stopped jerking off at the other’s command.

He swallows, feeling lost and a little confused, but he waits for Lan Wangji to break the silence. Waits for new instructions while is heart hammers inside his chest, sweat gathering in his hairline.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” Lan Wangji says after an agonizingly long time, “You made me repeat myself twice.”

Wei Wuxian swallows wetly, blinking the sudden tears in his eyes away. He’s feeling apologetic somehow, Lan Wangji is making him feel bad but he still stays quiet.

Lan Wangji’s thumb strokes over his red cheek, underneath his eye. He looks disappointed.

“Mmmh-“ Wei Wuxian tries to speak but his voice gets caught in his throat, nothing but a wordless whine coming out.

“Sshh you’ll learn to be better,” Lan Wangji whispers softly, “won’t you, baby?”

Wei Wuxian feels himself nod, but he’s unable to understand properly. His brain isn’t catching up to what’s happening, still trying to come down from his almost-orgasm.

“But for that I need to punish you.”

“No no no no, I’ve been- I’m good, right?” Wei Wuxian almost chokes, but pushes through, shaking his head quickly, “No please I don’t want to be punished! You said to make myself feel good, you said that!”

The other shushes him again, stroking his face almost lovingly, “I won’t argue with you on this, Wei Wuxian.”

He sobs, desperately shaking his head, his whole body squirming. It makes the fingers in his ass graze his prostate and he shivers at the bittersweet tease.

“Please, Mr. Lan. Don’t…”

Lan Wangji slaps his ass and Wei Wuxian whines, head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as he gets spanked, again and again. Every strike makes him cry out, each hurting more than the last as he doesn’t change which spot to hit.

“Why am I punishing you?” Lan Wangji asks, lips grazing the shell of his ear.

Wei Wuxian tries to gather his thoughts, tries to remember what it was but it had been so trivial, so small and unimportant he can’t for the life of him recall.

“Hm?” Lan Wangji prompts and Wei Wuxian cries harder, “I don’t know, I don’t know, I can’t remember- please enough!”

“That’s no reason…” Lan Wangji shakes his head minutely, spanking him harder and thrusting his fingers into his hole at the same time. Wei Wuxian clenches around him, sobbing into his shoulder as his body rocks with the abuse.

“I…I…” Wei Wuxian starts, scrambling his brain for the right answer, “I didn’t listen…” he whispers and Lan Wangji pauses, his hand caressing the reddened skin on his ass, “That’s right, baby. On two occasions today, you didn’t listen to what I said.”

Wei Wuxian nods helplessly, “Yes, I didn’t listen. I’m bad at listening to instructions.”

“I know, baby. That’s why we’re doing this, right? So you can learn to be better, to be good for me?”

“Mh, yeah-“ he sighs and settles more comfortably in Lan Wangji’s lap. The man is treating him so, so well. Just like he’s been craving it, body needing it. Needing him.

“You want to be good for me, don’t you baby? You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

Wei Wuxian mouths at Lan Wangji’s neck in his daze, licking over the muscles and his collarbone, “Yeah.”

“That’s right. So good for me right now.”

He preens at the praise, fucked out smile on his face as Lan Wangji’s big hands stroke his back. Where his skin is covered in cold sweat, Lan Wangji’s heated touch brands and burns him oh so good.

“So, you want to try again?”

Wei Wuxian swallows the saliva in his mouth and clumsily tries to sit up in his lap so his face is no longer hiding in his neck, “Try what…?”

“Riding me.”

He quickly nods, gaze dropping to Lan Wangji’s clothed erection, “Properly?”

“Yeah, baby. You can have my cock now.”

Wei Wuxian bites his lip, nodding despite his worries. If Lan Wangji tells him to stop, he might ignore him again. He’ll forget like before, brain not working as fast as it should.

And then he would be punished.

Wei Wuxian doesn’t want to be bad. He’s Lan Wangji’s good boy.

“Good. Do you want to use a condom?”

At that Wei Wuxian shakes his head, not brave enough to look Lan Wangji in the eye.

“No? You trust I’m clean?” he hums, lifting Wei Wuxian a bit by his hips so he can pull his cock out.

Wei Wuxian snaps to attention, mouth watering at the sight of him hard and leaking.

He opens his mouth to ask if he can touch him, and wonders, in the back of his mind, if his punishment from earlier is already affecting him.

“What is it, baby? You seem confused?” Lan Wangji murmurs softly, stroking his cheek and kissing his mouth.

Wei Wuxian blinks and quickly catches up to the kiss, “’s nothing. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” he double checks and Wei Wuxian smiles at him, “Yeah.”

They kiss again and Lan Wangji pushes two fingers into him again. Wei Wuxian moans into his mouth, grasping at his shoulders and panting through his nose.

Lan Wangji adds a third finger, stretching him more and for that it’s a bit too dry.

“Lube, lube, it’s on the floor somewhere,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, brain quickly turning to mush.

“Good,” Lan Wangji murmurs, carefully pushing Wei Wuxian next to him on the bed and getting up in search of the lube.

“Part of your little tantrum, was it?” he teases, Wei Wuxian immediately turning red, “Nooo,” he crosses his arms in front of his chest as he watches Lan Wangji lift the huge blanket from the floor.

“No?” he echoes, small smile on his lips as he comes back, lube in hand.

Wei Wuxian gives him a short moment to settle back on the mattress before straddling him like before, “It was an emotional afternoon. Both of you giving me an unnecessarily hard time,” Wei Wuxian pouts as he snatches the lube from him.

“Both of us? Who do you mean?” Lan Wangji asks, resting his weight back on his outstretched arms.

“Your assistant, James. He wouldn’t let me talk to you,” Wei Wuxian covers his hand in lube and starts stroking Lan Wangji’s cock to cover it fully.

“Ah- that’s because I don’t have time for little boys crying for my attention.”

Wei Wuxian grips his dick harder in retaliation, “Don’t pretend you were mad about that. I promised James you wouldn’t tell him off. Don’t make a liar out of me, Mr. Lan.”

“Shouldn’t make promises you have no control over,” Lan Wangji reprimands, his hands gripping Wei Wuxian’s hips and kneading the bit of fat there.

“Are you saying I have no control over you, Mr. Lan? That if I begged you to be nice to James, you wouldn’t?” He drops the lube on the floor and moves closer to Lan Wangji, reaching behind himself to grab his cock again.

“Would rather hear you beg for something else,” Lan Wangji smirks, helping Wei Wuxian keep his balance as he positions himself properly.

“Yeah?” he breathes, getting the tip of his cock closer to his entrance. He braces himself for the stretch as he places both hands on Lan Wangji’s shoulders, “Beg for you?”

Lan Wangji starts pushing his hips up, his grip on Wei Wuxian urging him down, “You have me, baby,” he whispers, kissing the moan right out of his mouth as his cock starts entering him, pushing past the first ring of muscles and going further until Wei Wuxian was completely settled in his lap.

“Fuck you’re so deep like this,” Wei Wuxian whines, breaking the kiss so he can catch his breath, “Do I really?”

If only it were true, Wei Wuxian thinks in the privacy of his own mind.

If only they lived in the same city. Had more than just one stolen night together.

And when did he start thinking about Lan Wangji like this? It was just a hook up, right?

Wei Wuxian misses Lan Wangji’s mumbled words, too caught up in his head.

“Mn?” He hums, grinding down on the cock in his ass and biting his lower lip to muffle his moans.

“You’re being greedy again, sweetheart,” Lan Wangji says with a slight smile, fingers digging into his hips and lifting him up, “Told you I’m a busy man-“

“-who has no time for needy little boys, I know, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian finishes for him, grinning as he rocks back down quickly.

The older moans against his lips, eyebrows pulled together just a little and Wei Wuxian feels himself smile, “But you made time for me, didn’t you, Mr. Lan.”

He settles into a leisurely rhythm, making sure to always leave just the tip in before grinding back down. Lan Wangji’s hands on him help him but he doesn’t urge a quicker pace or rougher fucking.

“How could I not,” Lan Wangji murmurs as one hand travels south, gripping his ass, “when you came all the way to New York.”

The for me remains unsaid but they both know it’s the truth.

Wei Wuxian came to New York to find Lan Wangji and the older man was just waiting for the day he’d reach out.

So, it all worked out in the end didn’t it.

Wei Wuxian rocks down harder and moans unashamedly, the hand on his ass pushing him closer, “Go faster, baby. You must be close,” Lan Wangji says heatedly.

He just nods, because after he’d already been on the edge once, he won’t delay it another minute.

The sounds of two people fucking fill the space around them, skin on skin and Wei Wuxian’s moans and Lan Wangji’s low grunts make it all so lewd.

“Oh god your dick is good,” Wei Wuxian mumbles in a daze as he fucks himself faster, “God wait-“ Wei Wuxian pushes at Lan Wangji’s shoulders to get him to lean back a bit more, then does the same and steadies himself with a hand on the other’s knee behind himself.

“That’s it, keep going, baby,” Lan Wangji pants, holding onto his waist and pushing his hips up to thrust into him whenever Wei Wuxian rocks back down.

“You won’t edge me again, right? I really need this, Mr. Lan-“

“You can come whenever you want, baby.”

Wei Wuxian bounces on his cock, mouth hanging open as moan after moan is punched out of him.

His thighs and lungs burn, and he feels so, so full – can almost imagine Lan Wangji’s dick splitting him open.

He’ll need him again, later tonight. And again in the morning.

He needs him, desperately.

The entire week. God, he’s addicted, Wei Wuxian realises.

The two of them in the same city and they’ll only see each other tonight?

No, he can’t…

Can’t only see him tonight-

He needs him.

The words leave him in a rush – a confession, a plea, a demand, a question.

“Need you, Mr. Lan-“ Wei Wuxian gasps, blinking the sweat and tears out of his eyes so he can look at the man, “Again, please. Can’t be without you!”

“Greedy boy,” Lan Wangji growls, fucking him harder as if his words aren’t leaving him unaffected, “Want to see me again, do you?”

“Yes, yes, yes God yes please!” Wei Wuxian whines, rocking down harder and faster, fisting his cock and pumping himself.

He’s close, so close and it makes him cry because he’s scared this is the beginning of the end.

“Please, Mr. Lan – God please, yes I need you so bad, need you all the time—”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, darling,” Lan Wangji pants, brows knit together and hands rough as he helps him keep his fast rhythm, “you’re the only needy little boy I make time for. My good boy, just mine.”

He’s just saying it. Just saying it in the heat of the moment, egged on by his own arousal, by Wei Wuxian’s crying.

But it doesn’t matter because that’s exactly what Wei Wuxian has been needing to hear.

It pushes him over the edge, gives him the rest.

He cries out, curling in on himself as he grinds down on his cock, paints his own torso white.

“Fuck!” He almost screams, and then he’s crying again, sobbing as he wrings the last drops of cum from his aching dick, letting Lan Wangji fuck up into him for the older man to finish as well.

“You’re so beautiful when you cry, baby,” Lan Wangji whispers, the hand that isn’t holding him up stroking his wet cheek and pulling him down, close enough to kiss.

Wei Wuxian distracts himself by sucking on his tongue and pulling at his hair as Lan Wangji comes, fucking him a few times more before settling down onto the mattress and hugging Wei Wuxian to his chest.

The younger squirms around and tries to wriggle out from under the arms holding him.

His front is sticky with cum and sweat, his entire body over heated and he’s still panting from riding the other for so long that he’d much rather lie on his back.

But Lan Wangji doesn’t let him go; he’s stroking his back and kissing the top of his head.

After a few minutes Wei Wuxian relaxes, curling around the other properly, resting his head above his heart until his breathing returns back to normal.

He’s not used to cuddling with his hook-ups. The urge to get up and leave is making his fingers tremble.

His body is telling him to run but Wei Wuxian fights it, refuses to listen and only hugs Lan Wangji tighter.

The silence between them stretches but Lan Wangji doesn’t ask as he most likely noticed Wei Wuxian is too much in his own head right now.

His hands are still gently caressing the skin that’s been abused; hit and kneaded and grabbed roughly.

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and lets his shaking hands roam over the other’s shoulders, to feel his warm skin and trace the hard muscles.

Maybe this isn’t just a hook up anymore; they’ve met up twice now, in secret even.

It’s probably closer to an affair than anything else.

Wei Wuxian is sure no one in Lan Wangji’s life knows about him, just like his own friends are unaware of them.

“Wei Wuxian?” Hot breath rushes past his ear as Lan Wangji murmurs his name in question.

“Mmmmh ye-yes?” He swallows roughly, his throat a little dry and voice raspy.

The hands on his body disappear and the younger blinks his eyes open slowly, head turning and raising so he can look at him properly.

“How do you feel?” Lan Wangji asks, not too concerned but more like checking in with him.

“Good,” because it’s the truth.

“Are you alright if I get up for a minute?”

He furrows his brows, confused as to why Lan Wangji words it like that.

“Just to clean us up, baby.”

Wei Wuxian keeps his questions to himself and just nods.

Lan Wangji’s hands are back on his waist, helping him roll over onto his back and then he watches Lan Wangji get up from the bed.

What time is it, Wei Wuxian wonders and tiredly forces his head to move in search of his phone when he remembers he dropped it on the floor when Lan Wangji arrived.

Too exhausted to get up, Wei Wuxian curls his fingers in the pillows above his head and closes his eyes again.

The sink in the bathroom is running and he imagines Lan Wangji cleaning himself.

The man comes back into the bedroom with a glass of water and a wet towel.

The mattress dips and Wei Wuxian forces himself on his elbows, “What a gentleman,” he teases with a slight smile as feelings return to his legs.

Lan Wangji hands him the water and then starts cleaning the cum from Wei Wuxian’s stomach with cute attention, so focused.

“What time is it actually?” Wei Wuxian mumbles into his glass and dares a peek at the other’s face.

Lan Wangji carefully folds the towel on his naked knee, “Just about nine I imagine.”

“Ah…” he hums intelligently, sitting up properly so he can finish his water, he’s absolutely parched.

“You’ve had dinner?” Lan Wangji asks and when Wei Wuxian looks at him, ready to tell him he’d told him his plans earlier, he notices the older man’s red ears.

His finger itch to touch, but he refrains, not wanting to embarrass him further.

If it really is embarrassment.

“Yeah, around seven. What about you?” Wei Wuxian mumbles, feeling shy himself all of a sudden.

If this is heading where he thinks it is, then yeah, they’re both a little awkward about it.

And as expected, Lan Wangji just wordlessly shakes his head, not looking at Wei Wuxian but rather staring at the towel on his knee. Or Wei Wuxian’s naked legs.

How can this man be nearing forty and yet he’s shy about asking Wei Wuxian out?

Too precious.

Wei Wuxian smiles a little as he feels himself returning to his body more and more.

With it comes his naughtiness and ability to tease and push.

He raises his hand and hooks his pointer finger under Lan Wangji’s chin, tilting his face up so they’re looking at each other.

Lan Wangji’s eyes are a little wide, pupils twitching.

“I could eat again though, after all that and everything,” He grins, “Let’s go to the hotel’s restaurant. Supposed to be really expensive.”

Lan Wangji’s lips part slightly, but he’s evidently still a little taken aback.

“You’ll have to pay, is what I’m saying, Mr. Lan. I’m still nothing but a broke student, completely at your mercy.”

He drops his hand from his face and pushes himself to the edge of the bed, “I’ll quickly shower. Still got your cum dripping out my ass.”

That snaps Lan Wangji out of it, “Yes, alright.”

Wei Wuxian grins to himself as he saunters over to the bathroom, nowhere near as fancy as the one in the penthouse suite last time.

He showers and brushes his teeth for a minute before coming back out, completely naked.

He finds Lan Wangji fully dressed, back in his slacks and white button down, but he’s left his suite jacket draped over the desk chair.

“I’ll be quick,” Wei Wuxian promises as he crouches down by his open suitcase next to the bed. He feels Lan Wangji walk up behind him and eye the contents of the case.

“That looks like a lot of clothes for only a few days in New York,” he comments as Wei Wuxian cards through his clothes with both hands.

“Sure, but if we go out every evening, I need something new to wear. And I like having options is all,” Wei Wuxian drops fresh underwear and loose black pants on the floor by his feet and pulls a black top over his head as he stands up.

Lan Wangji is just a few centimetres taller than him, and standing quite close.

He smiles at the older man before getting dressed the rest of the way.

“Are you ready to go?” Lan Wangji asks, and if Wei Wuxian didn’t know any better, he’d think the man sounded nervous.

“Just my phone,” Wei Wuxian pushes the blanket on the bed, revealing his phone.

He bends to pick it up, and when he straightens back up again Lan Wangji’s arms snake around his waist as he hugs him from behind.

He smiles softly and covers one of his hands with his own.

Lan Wangji doesn’t say anything as he holds him close to his chest for a moment before slowly pulling back again.

Wei Wuxian shoves his phone into his back pocket and turns to face him, “Let’s go, you must be starving.”

They head out, not touching but walking close, side by side, as Wei Wuxian leads the way to the hotel’s restaurant.

Since it’s way past normal dinner time, the tables are mostly empty and only the space by the bar on the other side of the wide open space is crowded.

They’re greeted at the door, a young man asking them if they would like to only drink or have something to eat as well.

“Dinner too, please,” Wei Wuxian smiles, and locks arms with a stiff looking Lan Wangji.

“Come on, come on, why so serious all off a sudden?” Wei Wuxian whispers as they’re brought to a table by the window front.

A waiter comes before they’ve even sat down, handing them two menus and placing a water bottle on the table before lighting the candle in the centre.

“Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian whines as they settle in their seats.

He lightly kicks the man underneath the table, which only earns him a glare and nothing else.

“Okay, sorry. If you don’t want to talk that’s fine,” Wei Wuxian huffs, dropping the menu again and leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed.

Soon enough, Lan Wangji cracks, “It is only a little uncomfortable for me.”

Wei Wuxian remains quiet, not even opening his eyes until Lan Wangji is honest with him.

Though he already knows what he means.

Lan Wangji sighs and drops his voice even more, “To take a beautiful young man out to dinner, while I myself could easily be old enough to be your father…”

“Oh no we are not going there-” Wei Wuxian interrupts, but Lan Wangji isn’t finished,

“I am not comfortable with how they might view you, considering our obvious age difference, your demeanour and my own-“

“My demeanour?”

Lan Wangji pauses then, realising he might have made a mistake, “No, I don’t mean to say you actu-“

“I actually behave like a hooker? Like someone you’d pay to go to dinner with you? A sugar baby, that’s it, right?” Not that any of those things were bad, but it’s simply not the truth.

Wei Wuxian goes back in his mind, revisits every moment they’ve had together, in public or in private.

He’s allowed to feel hurt, right?

That Lan Wangji calls him a shameless flirt, disguised with fancy wording and his cold, sure voice.

“No, that is not what I think.”

“But that’s what everyone else thinks, right?” Wei Wuxian looks around the space, the man who’d let them in and the waiter who’d brought their menus.

They must assume, guess at what their relationship might be.

“I thought you didn’t care what they think?” Lan Wangji leans forward a little, a pleading look in his eyes.

“I don’t or I wouldn’t have spoken to you last time or wouldn’t have suggested we have dinner together now. I don’t but you do. You care. You’re uncomfortable.”

“For your sake, yes.”

“What does that even mean? I tell you I don’t care so who are you to worry about me?”

“Someone who cares about you.”

Wei Wuxian blinks at him, unsure what to respond.

He’d just gone and said it like it was nothing.

And maybe it truly is nothing to him, but to Wei Wuxian it is, once again, everything he’s been needing to hear from the man.

“Fuck okay,” Wei Wuxian sighs and picks up the menu again, “Alright if I have some wine?”

“Please,” Lan Wangji says without hesitating and fills their glasses with water.

Wei Wuxian lets Lan Wangji order for him, and once the waiter leaves them he lays his forearms on the white cloth and gazes at his companion.

Who tries his best to ignore his staring but after a few minutes his shoulders sag minutely and he meets his gaze, “What is it?” Lan Wangji sighs.

“We should talk,” Wei Wuxian determines, sitting up a little straighter when his wine is brought over.

He thanks the waiter with a smile and then looks over at Lan Wangji, “You know, get to know each other a bit more on a surface level kind of…” he tilts his head to the side as he searches for the right word, “Thing,” he settles on.

“Alright,” Lan Wangji agrees easily enough, though his ears are once again tinted a little red.

“Last time we tried getting to know each other you got me drunk,” Wei Wuxian muses, amusement dancing in his eyes and on his face.

“That was not my intention,” he mumbles and Wei Wuxian giggles, “Well yeah, you couldn’t have known I hadn’t eaten enough blah blah blah anyways, tell me about your job.”

Lan Wangji gives him a look but after taking a sip of his water starts explaining how he and his brother established their firm, focusing on family law. He’d initially started at his uncle’s firm, but quickly moved on with his older brother, Lan Xichen.

It is the most he has heard the man talking, and even though he sometimes fears it could get boring, Lan Wangji describes his work with a hidden passion that keeps Wei Wuxian hanging on his every word.

He is strangely charismatic.

Once their food is brought Lan Wangji has finished and urged Wei Wuxian to talk more about his studies.

He reveals how he was adopted as a kid from a friend of his parents, and talks about growing up in a house where his adoptive mother hated him and his only friends were his two siblings.

This in turns makes Lan Wangji open up about his own childhood, his parents’ deaths and how he and his older brother were raised by their strict but loving uncle.

They talk all through out dinner, and Wei Wuxian is secretly relieved that they have some things in common, and are able to hold a conversation over various topics.

It’s happened to him before that he’s hooked up with someone and only afterwards realised how badly matched they were.

But luckily, that’s not the case with Lan Wangji.

Or not so lucky, taking into consideration his growing feelings for the man.

Their plates are cleared away and Wei Wuxian is nursing his third glass of wine when Lan Wangji interlocks their pinkies above the table.

Wei Wuxian looks up, a little startled but endeared by the innocent gesture.

He gives him an encouraging smile.

“Do you still want me to come back to your room with you? It is alright if you wanted me to go home now. I’d understand.”

“No, no definitely come back with me,” Wei Wuxian says immediately, letting go of his glass so he can hold his hand properly, “Want you to stay. Please.”

“Always so eager and polite when it suits you, huh?” Lan Wangji smiles a little at his panicked enthusiasm and Wei Wuxian blushes under the mellow lighting.

“Thought we could fuck again after dinner,” he confesses shyly.

Sometimes it pays off to be so shameless in his desires because otherwise he would never have Lan Wangji stand up from his chair only to lean over the table, cup his face and kiss him senseless in the middle of the restaurant.

He gasps, lips parted when Lan Wangji’s tongue sweeps in, stealing his breath away.

He never would have thought Lan Wangji would be so brazen.

“Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian mumbles into the kiss, responding somewhat dazedly and all too soon the older man is sitting back down and drinking his water like nothing happened.

Except for his now swollen and pink lips, wet with Wei Wuxian’s saliva.

Wei Wuxian blinks several times before his brain can catch up to the kiss but then he’s gasping again and pointing an accusing finger across the table, “Public displays of affection are disgusting, Mr. Lan. Would never have thought you’d behave so thoughtlessly.”

“My apologies then, if this was truly so unwelcome.”

Lan Wangji is making fun of him.

Looking smug as hell.

Wei Wuxian pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest and resisting the urge to lick his lips, “Yeah well, next time just-“

“Next time? When would that be?”

The younger splutters, mumbling something unintelligible as he downs the rest of his wine.

“Well just…” Wei Wuxian tries, absolutely miserable now that Lan Wangji has relaxed enough to tease him in return, “Just- I don’t know, Mr. Lan, let’s just go upstairs again so you can-“

“No profanities while in public, I insist.”

Wei Wuxian almost gapes, almost.

But that wouldn’t be very pretty of him so he refrains.

“Sure, yeah I was gonna say so you can get your eight hours of sleep, old man,” Wei Wuxian huffs, grinning a little in secret at Lan Wangji’s narrowing eyes.

Oh he didn’t like that one bit, Wei Wuxian thinks triumphantly.

He’s got a glint in his eyes, promising Wei Wuxian he’s about to prove he’s more than fit enough to entertain the younger man for a while still.

Wei Wuxian pushes his chair back with both hands and stands up, saying, “Come now, Mr. Lan. I’m sure it is way past your bedtime already.”

Lan Wangji doesn’t let his feelings show as he too stands up from the table, and waits for Wei Wuxian to round the table and come to his side before he lays his hand at the curve of his hip and leads him toward the entrance again.

Wei Wuxian leans into him just a bit, thinking it’s fine, now that they’ve talked it out.

And since Lan Wangji was the one to initiate contact this time…well now he can be free to touch him as well.

They wait at the door for the employee to come back and sort out the payment, and Wei Wuxian rests his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder.

He even looks handsome from this normally unflattering angle, Wei Wuxian thinks dreamily.

He feels the hand on his hip move around more, the man pulling him closer into his side so Wei Wuxian’s nose is at the skin of his neck.

Even his smell is exquisite, how can someone be so perfect??

Letting his eyes fall closed, Wei Wuxian inhales deeply, both arms hugging Lan Wangji’s waist and interlacing his fingers on the other side.

“Sleepy?” His deep voice vibrates through his chest and has a small smile pull at his lips, “I’m too young for that…”

A pinch to his side makes him jump slightly, “Don’t be snappy, everybody needs sleep,” Lan Wangji scolds and even though he’s being told off, Wei Wuxian’s smile widens into his neck.

“Not just old men like me,” Lan Wangji adds quietly, and then Wei Wuxian feels him straighten up a bit, probably because the employee has returned.

“How was your dinner? Was everything to your liking, Sirs?”

“Yes, everything was fine, thank you,” Lan Wangji says kindly, stroking Wei Wuxian’s back absentmindedly, “We’d like to pay, but just…”

Wei Wuxian perks up as Lan Wangji turns his head to look at him, “Was your room already paid for, baby?” He asks, voice dipping just a bit to imitate a private conversation.

“Hm?” Not having expected that question, his mind draws a blank, “’m not sure…”

“Can you add our dinner to a specific reservation?” Lan Wangji asks the employee who quickly nods, pulling out a tablet, “Which room number would that be?”

“Room 614. Can you see if it’s already been paid?”

“Yes, I can, just give me one moment to add your dinner and then I can pull up the entire invoice to check.”

After a couple of seconds the man puts down his tablet, “Nothing’s been paid so far, but we do have a credit card put in, which will be charged on the day of check out.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

Wei Wuxian follows the conversation, feeling five steps behind. What exactly was the point?

He’s suddenly feeling anxious to get back to his room, to be alone with Lan Wangji, to not have to think.

His fingers curl around the fabric of Lan Wangji’s shirt, “Can we go now?” He whispers, so that really only Lan Wangji can hear him.

It’s just abruptly too much for him, everything going too fast.

He doesn’t want to think about checking out or paying for the room or the next morning when he’ll be alone again.

“Yeah, we can go. Have a good evening,” Lan Wangji nods at the employee and then steers Wei Wuxian through the glass doors toward the elevators.

He can’t help but cling to him, arm still around his waist and head on his shoulder.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Lan Wangji whispers once they’re inside the elevator, just the two of them.

He’s not even sure what his problem is, just that he’s feeling anxious and emotional.

Unable to give Lan Wangji a proper answer, Wei Wuxian cups his cheek and pulls him in for a slow kiss, just lips on lips with no heat.

The older man indulges him, giving him small pecks in return, keeping him from deepening the kiss.

His hands stroke Wei Wuxian’s waist, but he doesn’t pull him closer.

The elevator dings, and Lan Wangji gives him a kiss on the cheek before pulling him with him.

“Why did you ask about my room?” He asks quietly, eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath his feet.

It doesn’t have to be a big deal, it really doesn’t. But Wei Wuxian wants to talk to Lan Wangji about it before the man goes and does something behind his back.

They arrive at his room before Lan Wangji responds, but Wei Wuxian hesitates in pulling out the room key.

Lan Wangji gazes at him, “I was thinking I should pay for it,” he says simply, hand resting at Wei Wuxian’s elbow, “Since you are a broke university student, in one of the most expensive cities in the world.”

“That’s nice of you to say, but I’m not sure…” Wei Wuxian mumbles as he fishes for his card, “What about my friends? I convinced them to come here and then I go and find myself someone else to pay for me?”

They head inside, Lan Wangji locking the door behind himself as Wei Wuxian takes off his shoes and drops the card on the small table in the hall.

“How many of you are there?”

“You will not pay for all of us!” Wei Wuxian immediately says, turning toward him and getting swept of his feet as Lan Wangji’s arms around his waist pull him off the floor.

He can’t help but giggle, wrapping his legs and arms around him as they stand in the middle of the dark room.

“Wasn’t offering that. Just asking. Let me pay for you.”

Wei Wuxian shakes his head slightly, “I’d feel bad. You’re only doing it ‘cause we’re fucking. Wouldn’t be fair on the others.”

“Let me do something for you…” Lan Wangji whispers, their lips close to touching and eyes trained on each other.

He’s taking slow steps toward the bed but Wei Wuxian isn’t paying all that much attention.

“You don’t have to. It was my idea anyway…” Wei Wuxian sighs, stroking tensed shoulders.

He really should focus more on the fact that Lan Wangji is carrying him right now, and it doesn’t even seem to affect him all that much.

“But you came because of me,” Lan Wangji says then, pulling Wei Wuxian’s eyes back on him.

“I didn’t-“ he starts, but that would be a lie.

“You did,” Lan Wangji insists and of course he knows, “You did and that’s fine, baby. I’m so glad you’re here with me. Had you called and said you were in Toronto, or Mexico or even London…Had you begged me to come the way you did earlier on the phone…I would’ve taken the next flight.”

Wei Wuxian muffles a whine in the side of his neck, hugging him tighter with both his arms and legs, “Stop, stop, I don’t want to hear it!”

He’s suddenly falling back, Lan Wangji’s arms letting go of him as he lands on the mattress with a gasp.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay? Now…” Lan Wangji is walking around the bed and then the bedside lamps on both sides flicker on.

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian whispers as he lies in the centre of the bed, eyes watching Lan Wangji, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess, Mr. Lan,” he can’t help but add, blushing a little as Lan Wangji’s whole demeanour seems to change with the address.

“Don’t be. I should not have brought it up so abruptly,” Lan Wangji starts unbuttoning his shirt, rounding the bed again so he’s positioned at the end.

Wei Wuxian lays there motionless, feeling arrested under his cold gaze.

The older man takes off his shirt, carefully draping it over his suit jacket on the desk chair and then takes off his pants as well.

“Take your clothes off.”

Not bothering with a reply, Wei Wuxian scrambles up, yanking his shirt over his head and then shimmying out of his pants and underwear.

They’re both naked, Wei Wuxian sitting upright in bed, Lan Wangji standing in front of him, gazing down with something hungry in his gaze.

“Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian reaches out for him and Lan Wangji climbs onto the mattress, kissing his outstretched hand, up his arm over his shoulder until he can bury his face in his neck.

Wei Wuxian quickly wraps his arms around him, pulling him closer and letting himself sink backwards into the bed.

The biting kisses on his neck sting and he gasps slightly whenever Lan Wangji sinks his teeth in on a particularly sensitive spot.

“Mr. Lan,” he whispers again, spreading his legs for him and urging him on by pushing at the small of his back, “Mr. Lan…”

Two slicked up fingers push into him without warning, making Wei Wuxian choke on a moan and clench around the unexpected intrusion.

He’s relaxed enough for Lan Wangji to add a third, their last lovemaking barely two hours ago.

“Mr. Lan-“ Wei Wuxian cries out when he strokes his inner walls, massaging his prostate and making him writhe on the bed, desperate and needy for the man.

He’s leaking over his stomach, scratching over his back with his nails and grinding his hips up, “Mr. Lan…”

He’s being hushed, cooed at and has whispered praise poured in his ear, the fingers leaving him but they’re soon replaced by Lan Wangji’s cock pushing into him slowly, gently.

It makes him whimper, Lan Wangji’s touches too loving, too soft when in reality he needs the man to break him.

“Mr. Lan,” he hiccups, swallowing his tears and connecting their lips to further muffle his crying.

He pulls out slowly, rocking back in hard, hitting that place inside that makes Wei Wuxian break the kiss and throw his head back with a loud gasp.

His feet remain planted on the bed, Lan Wangji leisurely rolling his hips into him, rocking him up on the mattress.

It’s too good, too much for Wei Wuxian who can only take it, gasping with his mouth hanging open and his hands on Lan Wangji’s smooth back, “Mr. Lan…”

He fucks him faster, pulling out all the way but then pushing back in immediately, a low grunt leaving the older man whenever he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian whines, using his bent legs to meet his thrusts with his hips, driving him in faster, deeper.

Lan Wangji strokes his cheek with one hand, the other holding him by the waist.

“Harder, please,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, tongue like lead in his mouth and vision blurry.

All he knows is that he needs Lan Wangji to take him apart, make a mess out of him.

The older man complies, fucking him rougher and making him moan too loud, grasping at his shoulders so he doesn’t fall apart too soon.

“Please, Mr. Lan, please please oh God!”

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you need,” Lan Wangji whispers, lips attached to his neck, by his ear.

“Fuck me, please, harder, faster, hur-“ he whimpers, eyes screwed shut and arms locked around the other’s neck so that he can’t pull away, can’t see his face, “hurt me.”

Lan Wangji’s rhythm stutters, arms tensing but Wei Wuxian keeps moving down, fucking himself on his cock and gasping for breath.

“Baby…” Lan Wangji sounds hesitant but Wei Wuxian doesn’t want him to care, doesn’t want him to be gentle or careful.

“Fuck me, I can take it. Please, that’s what I need, Mr. Lan. Bruise me, please!”

Lan Wangji shifts, both hands gripping Wei Wuxian’s waist and then he’s thrusting into him from a different angle, a better angle and he’s moving impossibly faster, rougher.

Wei Wuxian’s ass starts stinging from the force behind each thrust, the skin turning red from the connecting slaps of Lan Wangji’s thighs.

“Yes, God, yes just like that-“ Wei Wuxian moans, blood pumping and heart hammering in his chest as Lan Wangji truly starts taking him apart, his fingers digging into his waist so hard they’re sure to leave bruises behind.

Lan Wangji truly has impressive stamina, not even the change in position and pick up in speed has him flailing, though he’s breathing harsher and sweating slightly.

“Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian mumbles mindlessly, stroking his back and moaning with every hit to his prostate, “So good now, just right, just like this, keep going.”

“So beautiful,” Lan Wangji whispers, face hovering above his own and eyes locked.

It’s intimate, more so than before and it makes Wei Wuxian blush, “Mr. Lan…”

He kisses him, tongue invading the younger’s mouth and then he starts stroking Wei Wuxian’s cock in time with his thrusts.

“My pretty baby,” Lan Wangji rasps and Wei Wuxian distantly wonders why it is that he only gets verbal towards the end.

“You’re so needy again, so desperate, begging me for what you think you need.”

Wei Wuxian can only nod, eyes fluttering closed as his climax nears, Lan Wangji’s hips keeping a steady pace and his hand tightening around his cock.

“Love your crying, your whining and love your-“

Wei Wuxian doesn’t want to hear it, can’t have Lan Wangji whispering those sweet words to him when, for the last time, it is all he needs to hear.

He kisses him when he comes, almost screaming from how intense it is, his hole clenching hard around Lan Wangji’s cock and his own cock shooting between them for a long moment.

Lan Wangji comes inside him before he’s even finished, his hips grinding into him for a moment more before they both settle down, bodies intertwined with heaving chests and shaking limbs, sweaty skin and gasping lips.

Wei Wuxian feels raw, body aching and eyes so wet he can’t help the tears escaping.

The other isn’t alarmed when he sees him cry, he doesn’t even move to wipe them away.

“Ssshh, it’s okay,” Lan Wangji whispers, hands producing the same towel from earlier and wiping down the mess on Wei Wuxian’s front and between his legs without the younger having to move.

He’s gathered in strong arms once he’s done, them shifting on their sides so Wei Wuxian can hide in his chest, arms hugging his middle, legs still tangled together.

“Good boy,” Wei Wuxian hears him whisper and he can’t help but smile a little.

He’s truly sleepy now, letting his eyes fall closed and body curling more around the other.

“We’ll clean up tomorrow, let us sleep now,” Lan Wangji mumbles and hugs him closer with both arms.

Wei Wuxian only nods before already drifting off, feeling sated and safer than he has in a long time.

He wakes with the rising sun in his face and a deep voice somewhere in the room.

They’re not speaking to him, but on the phone.

It’s Lan Wangji, standing by the door, looking down at his shoes while speaking quietly to whoever’s on the other side.

Wei Wuxian is lying on his stomach, spread out over the bed with the blanket covering him up to his shoulders.

It’s too hot and Wei Wuxian thinks Lan Wangji must have covered him with the fabric.

He kicks it off himself and stretches with a quiet yawn, turning over to lie on his back and get a better look at his companion.

Lan Wangji is already dressed, hair wet and skin smooth, as if he’d just showered.

His briefcase is on the table by the door, and his suit jacket next to it.

So it must be around 6 o’clock already.

Wei Wuxian sits up, moving quietly so as not to disturb Lan Wangji, who’s obviously busy with a work call from the sound of it.

He digs out a pair of boxers and pulls them on before properly standing up and stretching again.

There goes his hope of morning sex.

If only he’d woken up earlier.

Wei Wuxian tiptoes into the bathroom and gets started on brushing his teeth and pulling his hair into a ponytail.

The room behind him falls quiet and a moment later Lan Wangji pushes the bathroom door open and gazes inside.

Their eyes meet in the mirror and Wei Wuxian hastily spits out the toothpaste and wipes his chin before turning around, “Good morning, Mr. Lan.”

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” Lan Wangji types at his phone for a moment before looking back up again, “I have to leave now. My brother is…well we’re a bit busy at the moment.”

Wei Wuxian nods, “Yeah, I heard from James that Mr. Lan Wangji is extremely busy right now and all the time and can’t be disturbed by needy little boys.”

He grins at Lan Wangji’s shake of the head, “James said all that, did he?”

“Implied, more or less,” Wei Wuxian shrugs, pushing away from the sink and walking into Lan Wangji’s front, “But it’s the weekend soon…” he whispers, searching the other’s face for a sign of…something.

Lan Wangji huffs a small laugh, “That it is. You have anything planned with your friends?”

Wei Wuxian shrugs, hugging the other’s waist, careful not to crease his shirt, “Central Park, I guess. Any other recommendations?”

“Couple spots, sure. I’ll text you.”

“That’d be very nice of you, Mr. Lan. Text me your address, too. So I can come by once my friends annoy me too much,” Wei Wuxian whispers with a cheeky grin.

Lan Wangji gives him a look but nods all the same, “I will. Here,” Lan Wangji reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet.

Wei Wuxian leans back a bit, eyeing him rather suspiciously, “You’re not giving me money, are you?”

“I am,” Lan Wangji says, sorting through a frankly intimidating amount of bank notes, “I won’t pay for your room, because I understand you’d be uncomfortable. Instead go and have something nice to eat with your friends, go to a fancy bar and drink expensive alcohol.”

“Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian bites his lip, tearing his gaze away from the money to look him in the eyes, “You don’t have to, really.”

“Let me, hm? I want you to have a good time here. Make more memories than just in this hotel room.”

Lan Wangji puts his wallet away, pressing a stack of money into Wei Wuxian’s palm.

He’s too scared to count but it feels like too much.

“Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian whines, dropping his forehead to his chest and clutching the money in both hands, “You’ll really text me, right?” he whispers.

“I will. Later. Now go back to sleep. And have fun with your friends.”

Wei Wuxian nods, feeling miserable since Lan Wangji has to leave but at least he has his promise that they can see each other again.

“I’ll tell my friends the truth,” Wei Wuxian decides then, looking back up at the man, “I’ll tell them why I ditched them yesterday and that I’ll try and see you again while we’re in New York. They might actually kill me but at least I don’t have to lie anymore.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Lan Wangji murmurs, stroking Wei Wuxian’s naked back and then leaning in for one last kiss.

Wei Wuxian kisses him with both arms around his neck, pulling them as close as possible and inhaling his scent.

“Go do your thing, lawyer man. This kid will go back to bed and dream about you,” Wei Wuxian whispers against his lips, feeling Lan Wangji smile as wide as himself.

“Do that. I’ll see you later, baby,” Lan Wangji says, stroking his cheek and then letting him go.

Wei Wuxian follows him to the door, watches him put on his jacket and pick up his briefcase.

He opens the door for the older man and smiles, “Have a good day…”

Lan Wangji nods, squeezing his hand, “You too, baby.”

They smile, one last time, and then Lan Wangji leaves, walking down the hallway in yesterday’s clothes.