Chapter Text
Uncensored 1 - "Hanguang Jun"
The breeze moves through the bamboo outside, soft enough to sound like distant breathing.
Lan Wangji lies beside him, hands folded neatly over his abdomen, as though even in sleep there must be discipline. Moonlight rests along the bridge of his nose and the curve of his cheek.
Wei Wuxian turns onto his side and studies him.
He leans closer, slowly, until his breath drifts warm against Lan Wangji’s ear.
“Hanguang-jun…”
The title slips from his mouth like silk.
He says it again, softer, a teasing lilt curling around the final syllable.
“Hanguang-jun~”
The revered bearer of light. So composed. So controlled.
Wei Wuxian lets his fingers wander to the edge of Lan Wangji’s sleeve, tracing idly along the smooth fabric before gliding upward, over his forearm, across the broad line of his shoulder, until he reaches the place where robe meets warm skin. His touch slows there, thumb brushing the curve of Lan Wangji’s neck as though testing the pulse beneath.
Lan Wangji does not stir.
Wei Wuxian inches nearer, lips hovering close enough to feel the faint warmth of his skin. “If Hanguang-jun is asleep…” he murmurs, “then he won’t mind if I-”
His wrist is caught mid-motion.
Lan Wangji’s hand closes around him. His eyes open slowly, clear and entirely awake. Instead of pushing him away, Lan Wangji turns slightly, just enough to draw Wei Wuxian closer, the space between them narrowing to something fragile and charged.
“Wei Ying.”
His name is spoken quietly. Not a reprimand but laced with warning.
Wei Wuxian smiles, pleased with himself. “Oh? So Hanguang-jun was listening?” he drawls, deliberately pressing the title again, letting it linger between them.
Lan Wangji’s grip tightens a fraction. “Do not provoke me.”
The words are steady. The restraint beneath them is not.
Wei Wuxian tilts his head, his free hand drifting once more to the exposed skin at Lan Wangji’s neck. He feels the heat there and traces it lightly with his fingertips.
“Do not call me that,” Lan Wangji adds, softer now.
Wei Wuxian hums. “Then what should I call you?”
He leans closer, close enough that his nose nearly brushes Lan Wangji’s jaw. His fingers slip from neck to collar, catching lightly in the fabric of his inner robes.
“If I shouldn’t call you Hanguang-jun,” he murmurs, voice velvet and dangerous, “and you don’t like being provoked…”
The faintest tug.
“Then tell me what you prefer.”
Lan Wangji’s grip shifts, not loosening, but changing from restraint to guidance. He does not push Wei Wuxian away. He draws him closer instead until the space between them narrows to a breath, their foreheads nearly touching.
“You know.”
Wei Wuxian’s smile softens, just slightly, because he does. Of course he does.
But teasing Lan Wangji has always felt like a game he was born to win.
He tilts his head, lips brushing the corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth in a near-kiss, warm and deliberate.
“I don’t,” he murmurs, the lie gentle and shameless.
Lan Wangji moves first at last. He releases Wei Wuxian’s wrist only to slide his hand to his waist, fingers settling there with quiet certainty.
“Call me by my name.”
Something shifts in the air between them.
Wei Wuxian feels it: the subtle drop in tone, the way the night seems to grow heavier around them. His teasing falters for the briefest heartbeat, because Lan Wangji in the dark like this is not playful.
He is magnetic.
Wei Wuxian’s voice lowers when he says it.
“Lan Zhan.”
Lan Wangji closes the remaining distance.
This time, the kiss is not a warning.
It is an answer.
When their lips part, Wei Wuxian does not retreat. “Lan Zhan,” he whispers again, tasting the name as if it belongs there.
He doesn’t look away, not when his fingers lift to the forehead ribbon, not when he draws it loose. Not when his hands slide down the clean line of Lan Wangji’s chest, mapping familiar ground as though rediscovering it.
His gaze remains locked with Lan Wangji’s, dark, intent, edged with something brighter than mischief now.
Lan Wangji’s breathing deepens. His hand slips from Wei Wuxian’s waist as Wei Wuxian shifts lower.
“Wei Ying.” The name fractures softly on his exhale.
Beneath the fall of white robes, Wei Wuxian disappears from sight. Hidden there, he pauses. Not out of hesitation, but intention. Then he presses a slow kiss to Lan Wangji’s ankle.
Then another, just above the pale curve of bone.
Lan Wangji’s fingers tighten in the bedding.
Wei Wuxian pushes the robe higher, the silk whispering softly as it slides through his fingers. He moves closer until warmth replaces the last of the cool night air between them. His cheek brushes along Lan Wangji’s inner thigh, breath spilling into space rarely touched by another.
“It would be a pity,” he murmurs, the robe still pushed up beneath his hand, “if Hanguang-jun couldn’t see…”
Back to Hanguang-jun. Not Lan Zhan.
His nose traces a gradual path upward, savouring the quiet shift in Lan Wangji’s breathing. The reaction is subtle at first, a slight hitch, a tightening of muscle beneath silk, but Wei Wuxian feels it.
“All that carefully contained light,” he continues, fingers gathering lightly in the white fabric, “were to spill.”
Lan Wangji’s breath stutters despite himself.
Wei Wuxian lingers, letting anticipation do the work his hands have barely begun.
Lan Wangji’s hand comes down then, threading into Wei Wuxian’s hair. The touch is steady, but not entirely controlled; there is a faint tremor there, a tension held taut.
Wei Wuxian feels it. Feels the restraint. The effort not to give in to the urge.
It only makes him move higher, his fingers finding the fastening of cloth and easing it free.
Lan Wangji inhales sharply at the sensation.
The night narrows around them, the rustling bamboo and quiet breeze folding in like a cocoon.
And Wei Wuxian continues.
His hand slips beneath the loosened robes and closes around Lan Wangji’s cock, warm and already hard in his grasp. He settles his palm along the length of him, feeling the steady pulse thrumming beneath his fingers.
Then he moves, stroking from base to tip with his thumb.
“Looks like Hanguang-jun is not the only one awake,” Wei Wuxian murmurs, his gaze still locked on Lan Wangji’s.
Lan Wangji’s jaw sets, the only outward sign of the tension gathering in him.
Wei Wuxian smirks.
That control. That restraint. He will enjoy unraveling it.
He drags his tongue upward along the length of his cock until it reaches the head. Holding him still, he flicks his tongue into the slit.
A shiver runs through Lan Wangji. “Don’t tease, Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian smiles against him. “Mm. Hanguang-jun seems cold,” he murmurs. “Let me warm you.”
Wei Wuxian lowers his head and takes him into his mouth, lips closing firmly around the swollen head before drawing in.
Lan Wangji’s body reacts at once. A soft gasp escapes him as the warmth and suction pull a tremor through his thighs. His fingers knot tightly in Wei Wuxian’s hair, no longer measured, no longer restrained.
Wei Wuxian circles the head once before lowering his mouth and sliding down, tongue pressing firmly along the sensitive underside. He moves with practiced ease now, far more confident than that first time he had taken Lan Wangji into his mouth.
Lan Wangji’s composure breaks. His hips thrust upward into the wet warmth before he can stop himself.
“Wei… Ying.”
The name comes lower this time.
Wei Wuxian does not slow. He draws back just enough to adjust, then sinks down again, tongue moving in the exact way he knows will undo him.
When he finally pulls away, a soft sheen clings to his parted lips. His thumb drifts up in a single, almost idle stroke over the sensitive tip before he looks up through dark lashes.
A slow, knowing smile curves his mouth. “Hanguang-jun seems very eager,” he murmurs softly. “Where did all that restraint go?”
The words settle between them.
Lan Wangji stills.
Completely.
One hand tightens slightly in Wei Wuxian’s hair as the other reaches for his waist.
Then, in one smooth motion, he pulls Wei Wuxian up.
Their mouths collide in a breathless kiss. Lan Wangji pushes past his lips, coaxing, claiming. A soft involuntary sound escapes Wei Wuxian.
“You want to unravel me?” Lan Wangji says when they part for air, voice steady once more. “Very well.”
Lan Wangji drives him back onto the thick bedding, the layered quilts dipping beneath the sudden force of it.
Wei Wuxian’s breath barely leaves him before Lan Wangji is over him, one knee pressing between his thighs, hands already at the ribbon of his robe. The silk gives way under impatient fingers, loosened in one sharp pull, fabric falling open as though it has been waiting for this. Wei Wuxian lies exposed beneath him, flushed and unmistakably aroused, his hardened length pressing hot against his abdomen.
Lan Wangji’s lips claim his neck with unmistakable hunger, teeth grazing, sucking, leaving heat in their wake. Not the careful, measured kisses from before. He feeds on the gasps they draw from him, on the way Wei Wuxian arches beneath his weight.
“You wished to test me,” Lan Wangji murmurs against his skin, voice lower now, rougher at the edges. “When you know how much I want you.”
His hand slips between their bodies to wrap around Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian’s breath breaks; not teasing now, but startled by the sudden shift in pressure.
Lan Wangji does not give him time to recover.
He presses him deeper into the bedding, weight settling fully between Wei Wuxian’s thighs, knee forcing them wider. One hand leaves him only to capture both of Wei Wuxian’s wrists, pinning them above his head
He captures one of Wei Wuxian’s nipples between his teeth, drawing a sharp cry from him, as his hand stroked him.
“L-Lan Zhan…”
“So it’s not Hanguang-Jun now?” Lan Wangji questions, lips against the firm nub of flesh.
Wei Wuxian does not answer.
He trembles instead, arching helplessly into Lan Wangji’s hand as it slides along his length.
Lan Wangji watches the reaction closely for a moment before he reaches back toward the low table beside the bed, fingers closing on a small bottle of oil.
A moment later, his hand returns between them, warm and slick. He grips Wei Wuxian again, the oil allowing his fingers to glide along the hard length seamlessly.
Lan Wangji’s hand shifts lower.
Wei Wuxian bites down on his lip as the slick fingers pressed against him.
Lan Wangji keeps the pressure steady. He doesn’t force nor rush. He works him open with patience, watching the way Wei Wuxian’s composure slips, the way his hips begin to tilt towards his hand instead of retreat, the way his breath turns uneven.
A low sound breaks from Wei Wuxian as the tension finally gives.
Lan Wangji’s fingers move again, deeper, searching until he finds that spot that makes Wei Wuxian cry out and jerk his hips uncontrollably.
He kneads the spot.
Wei Wuxian’s head falls back against the bedding, a broken sound spilling from him despite his earlier bravado.
Lan Wangji leans closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “There,” he murmurs quietly. “This is what makes you tremble.”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes flutter open, his cheeks flushed. “Lan Zhan…please…” The words come strained now, no teasing left in them. His hips roll helplessly into Lan Wangji’s hand, chasing the pressure instead of resisting it.
“Please what?” Lan Wangji asks quietly, thumb still holding Wei Wuxian’s chin in place. “Say it properly.”
Wei Wuxian’s fingers clutch at Lan Wangji’s shoulder, nails digging in without meaning to. His hips shift helplessly beneath him, breath shaking.
“Lan Zhan…” His voice cracks this time. No teasing left. No pride.
He swallows.
“I want you inside me.”
Lan Wangji does not hesitate. He positions himself between Wei Wuxian’s legs, one hand gripping his thigh, holding him exactly where he wants him.
The blunt pressure of his hot, slick cock against him makes Wei Wuxian stiffen.
“Look at me,” Lan Wangji commands.
Wei Wuxian’s gaze snaps up.
Lan Wangji pushes forward with steady pressure, not slowing when Wei Wuxian’s breath shatters. One hand tightens on his thigh, holding him exactly where he wants him.
Wei Wuxian’s lips curl despite the tremor in his voice. “You think that’s punishment?” he pants. “I can take it.” He hooks a leg around the other man’s waist, reckless, inviting. “Don’t go easy on me.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes darken. “As you wish.”
And he moves.
Not gentle, not slow, but deep, urgent thrusts that pull a sharp gasp from Wei Wuxian’s throat. His fingers dig into Lan Wangji’s shoulders as the rhythm turns heavier, faster, the slick, heated sound between them growing louder.
Wei Wuxian feels it, the deep stretch, the forceful plunges, and then…
Lan Wangji hits that place again.
Wei Wuxian shudders violently, breath snapping into a broken cry as his body tightens and arches beneath him.
Lan Wangji doesn’t let him retreat from it. He drives into that same spot again and again.
Wei Wuxian’s vision blurs.
“Lan—”
Lan Wangji leans down and captures his mouth, swallowing the rest of the sound. The kiss is rough, hungry, teeth catching on his lower lip before soothing it with a hard, possessive suck.
Wei Wuxian tastes iron and heat and Lan Wangji.
His own cock, hard and dripping, drags between them, every thrust rubbing him against Lan Wangji’s stomach.
Lan Wangji’s hand slides between them and closes around him. His strokes were firm, perfect, driving Wei Wuxian straight into the edge he’s been circling.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t last.
A sharp cry tears from his throat as his body locks tight and shudders violently beneath him, fingers clawing into Lan Wangji’s back as release hits hard enough to steal the air from his lungs.
Lan Wangji doesn’t stop. He drives through the tremors wracking Wei Wuxian’s body, feeling his insides spasm around his length. The tight, trembling heat pushes him over. He comes with a low, feral sound, biting down at Wei Wuxian’s shoulder as his grip holds him in place through the final, powerful thrusts.
Lan Wangji gathers him close, arms wrapping around him with a tenderness that feels almost startling after the roughness of moments before. He presses a quiet kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead, thumb brushing slowly along his temple.
Wei Wuxian’s breathing begins to steady, his racing heartbeat easing beneath Lan Wangji’s palm.
Only then does he become aware of the lingering wet warmth inside him.
His cheeks flush deeper pink.
He hides his face against Lan Wangji’s shoulder.
“Did Hanguang-jun enjoy that?”
“Stop.”
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End of Uncensored 1
Author’s notes: Thank you for reading the first installment of my smut series! I hope that was, um...enjoyable😳~ Any kudos or comments will be treasured!
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