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It was a quiet day in the Cloud Recess of the Lan Clan. Not that the Cloud Recess was ever particularly loud thanks to their three-thousand rules. The mist was overflowing over the clan settlement as disciples walked about between the Lanshi and the dormitories. Some even headed off to the cold spring to recover from their night hunts or practice lessons.
However, no one walked towards the Library Pavilion, nor did anyone leave it.
If someone had been near, they may have heard the squelching sounds coming from the inside. The soft, quiet moans that seemed blocked—muffled. If they had wandered even closer, they may have heard a soft soothing noise of someone humming an unknown song as cries seemed to be trying to drown it out.
If anyone had even dared to open the doors at that point, they would have been faced with the great Lan Zhan thrusting into Wei Wuxian. They would have seen no nudity, for their clothes were still on, but the robes were swaying from every thrust, making their deed nonetheless visible. Wei Wuxian would have been bent over one of the desks, his one hand digging into the wood as the other clasped the edge of the table. His body would rock the desk as writing supplies would get knocked over, and ink would spill onto the wood in splatter.
They would have seen the way Lan Zhan had two fingers hooked into Wei Wuxian’s mouth, crooked into the corner, as drool flowed down them. If Wei Wuxian had his mouth open any wider, they would have seen the way Lan Zhan stroked the tongue with a scrape of his nail if Wei Wuxian tried to lick the fingers—which he did quite often.
They would have also noted the way Lan Zhan was directly against Wei Wuxian’s neck, humming a soft song. Occasionally dragging his tongue out of his mouth and licking a long trail against Wei Wuxian’s skin. Lan Zhan would thrust in especially deep when he would take his tongue off the salty skin, as if reminding Wei Wuxian who he was fucking. Wei Wuxian’s eyes would then roll back, tears clinging to his lashes before rolling down his face.
But no one dared come to the Cloud Recess so close to the evening hours of when the Lan clan should sleep. No one but Wei Wuxian and Lan Zhan would, of course.
For they loved to go to the library just before curfew, and see if anyone would catch them—no one has.
When they first started going to the Library, it was for innocent purposes. They were going on a night hunt soon, and Lan Zhan wanted to research a bit about the Yao they might encounter given the reports. Wei Wuxian tagged along, although he had no plans to research the Yao beast. He merely wanted to be with Lan Zhan.
However, after two hours of waiting for Lan Zhan to be done, Wei Wuxian grew bored of his drawings and attempts to tease him. That’s when they first started their nightly library deeds—with a simple handjob.
Wei Wuxian crossed the table and sat next to Lan Zhan. He rested his head on his shoulder and watched the pages flip for a few minutes before placing his hand on Lan Zhan’s lap. Lan Zhan said nothing as he dragged the hand closer and closer to his core. When his finger brushed against it, he realized he was already semi-hard. He started to lightly drag his fingers up and down, lazily watching the pages move—albeit a bit slower now—letting him grow harder under the pads of his fingers.
When his fingers started to drag circles over the side of the cock’s head, the wetness could be felt through the cloth. Wei Wuxian said nothing as he firmly grabbed the dick head through the pants and started to actually stroke it.
The pages had stopped flipping by that point as Lan Zhan's breathing increased heavily. Wei Wuxian matched it as he ran the pad of his thumb over the head every time he dragged his hand back up, letting it get a little bit wetter each time. He wanted to pull his pants down, let it out, but Lan Zhan let out a groan before the book fell out of his hands as one covered his mouth and the other palmed the table.
Wei Wuxian smirked, rubbing his cheek into the shoulder as he rubbed up and down just a bit faster. He turned his head to press his lips against the very same spot he was just resting as his eyes directed down to his hand.
He could see a rather large wet spot at the top of a large bulge. His hand was at the base before it gripped tightly and dragged its way back up, barely covering the spot. Wei Wuxian wanted to talk, tease him for being so hard and so wet in the Lan Clan’s library, but he was so entranced by his reaction. His own dick was embarrassingly hard by that point as his throat grew dry.
His eyes flicked up to Lan Zhan, who was staring at him. His eyes were intense; a forbidden promise lined them as he said nothing. He groaned again, eyelashes fluttering, when Wei Wuxian dug a finger into the top of the cock’s opening. The cloth restrained full movement of the action, but he swirled the finger around before taking it out and squeezing the head.
Lan Zhan’s chest started to rise faster and faster as his head came down and Wei Wuxian rushed his own face up to meet him halfway. As their foreheads touched, Lan Zhan took his hand off his mouth and placed it on the side of Wei Wuxian’s face, cupping it. It was so gentle, so soft, that Wei Wuxian’s heart filled with over-following love for him.
Wei Wuxian’s strokes grew faster as Lan Zhan’s soft moans filled the air. The heat between them rose as sweat started to poke its way through their pores.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan finally groans. “I’m close.”
Wei Wuxian nods before smirking up at him. “I know. You are doing so well.” Lan Zhan groans again as heat fills his face, before tinting his ear tips pink.
Lan Zhan was practically panting on Wei Wuxian’s face, so when he grips the base of the cock and whispers, “Kiss me and then cum for me.” Lan Zhan wasted no time dragging his free hand from the table and wrapping it around Wei Wuxian’s neck to drag their mouths together.
When their lips touched, Lan Zhan immediately moaned, “Wei Ying.” Before prying open his mouth and plunging a tongue in. Wei Wuxian was blinded by the fierce strokes of a tongue around his own tongue as his lips continued to move his.
His hand faltered before stroking again, but focusing on the head. He twisted and turned as he stroked the head and the under head. Lan Zhan moaned into his mouth just as he started to go a bit faster, and warmth filled under his hand.
Wei Wuxian could feel the cock practically pumping into his hand, throbbing as he released it. Lan Zhan’s tongue held most of his attention, though, as it stroked the inside of his mouth. Wei Wuxian tried to play with Lan Zhan’s tongue with his own, but Lan Zhan dominated his mouth.
When Lan Zhan was finally done cumming, his dick slightly softening under Wei Wuxian’s hand, Lan Zhan roughly pushed Wei Wuxian to the floor. He used his hand to cup the back of his head before it connected with the floor and pulled their mouths apart. Wei Wuxian breathed in roughly and deeply, his mouth open, watching their saliva trace after Lan Zhan before disconnecting when he got too far.
“Shameless.” Lan Zhan breathed, exasperated. His chest moved up and down rather noticeably, matching Wei Wuxian’s.
Wei Wuxian smirked hazily at him. “You know you liked it.” When their lips connected again, they both silently agreed it was one of those moments they wanted to never end.
Therefore, they went back the next night, and the night after that, and then they never stopped. Lan Qiren was so proud of how studious his nephew had gotten, especially since he was so concerned about Wei Wuxian’s bad influence. Yet, Wei Wuxian was with him in the library.
Every.
Single.
Night.
He was so pleased that Lan Zhan was influencing Wei Wuxian’s behavior to be less chaotic and more studious that he told the disciples during lectures one day to avoid the library after sundown.
However, he didn’t realize Wei Wuxian was the one influencing his son—rather deviously too.
Tonight was just one of those nights where Lan Zhan couldn’t hold back. He kept thrusting into Wei Wuxian rather relentlessly. He would pull as far as he could without leaving Wei Wuxian’s greedy little hole, then bury it deep inside as fast as he could, bottoming out. Wei Wuxian would try to cry out for more, but the fingers would pull at the cheek, making his voice more gibberish than translatable.
Lan Zhan had stopped humming their song—WangXian—by a certain point, opting for biting the side of Wei Wuxian’s neck. When his lips pried open as his teeth gripped at the skin, Wei Wuxian screamed. Lan Zhan unhooked his fingers and slapped them over his mouth as he started to thrust in without any true skill or technique. His tongue would dance across the skin, sometimes even would suck at it as his hips plunged in and out of Wei Wuxian.
Lan Zhan could hear the muffled cries of his name. Feel the wetness of his tears dragging its way down the back of his hand. He could feel his pleasure getting to an unstoppable point, begging for release. He then used his one hand to lift Wei Wuxian into a standing position, still plunging into him as Wei Wuxian shook his head.
Wei Wuxian could feel everything when they stood; the way that Lan Zhan’s dick could scrape his favorite spot was too much to bear. Lan Zhan’s mouth let go of his neck, as he pressed Wei Wuxian to bend uncomfortably backwards, resting his head against his chest tilted upwards. Then he used the hand holding his abdomen straight to press into his clothed belly button. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as his moans crawled out louder and louder.
Lan Zhan wished Wei Wuxian was naked so he could feel him thrusting into him—a habit he realized one day when they fucked in the woods. However, the clothes were too thick, and he mourned this loss as he pressed in a little deeper, trying to feel it.
Wei Wuxian started to beg behind the hand. “Lan Wangji, please. I’m so close.” He repeated the name a few times with a few more pleases as Lan Zhan started to grow bigger inside of him. Wei Wuxian groaned, his eyes twitching. “Too big.” The tears were so beautiful to Lan Zhan that he wanted to bend down and taste them, not doubt that they would be just as tasty as the rest of him.
However, he lowered his hand down Wei Wuxian, past his robes, and he threw the side of the robe over, digging his hand into the trousers before touching a very wet, hard, warm cock head. It pulsed under his fingers as Wei Wuxian groaned out, nodding his head this time.
All he wanted was to cum, his dick had been buried under him before, scraping not only the desk, but his clothes in such a torturously pleasurable way that he wanted to scream.
When Lan Zhan started to twist around the head and move his hand up and down in rhythm with his thrusting, Wei Wuxian started to moan his name.
Lan Zhan wanted them to cum together, practically begging his dick to calm down, but he couldn’t slow his thrusting. He loved being inside Wei Wuxian. The way he sucked him back in as if he couldn’t bear to part with his dick made him soar with arousal.
He started to squeeze his dick randomly as he stroked, and eventually Wei Wuxian cried out, “I’m going to cum!”
Lan Zhan hummed, feeling his own fiery release nearby. “Then cum.” He demanded.
Wei Wuxian immediately started to leak out and squirt over Lan Zhan’s hands. The thick fluid substance was blocked by clothes, and a warm, smooth hand had Wei Wuxian moaning out. He gasped when he felt Lan Zhan thrust in especially hard just before something warm spilled out into him.
Lan Zhan groaned as his cock spurted out inside of Wei Wuxian; slowly he kept thrusting, allowing some to spill out when he pulled too far back, before entering again. Lan Zhan rested his head on Wei Wuxian as his dick stopped cumming and he slowly stopped thrusting. However, his hand kept moving over the softened dick of Wei Wuxian.
“Lan-er-gege, stop.” His voice was still muffled by the hand. He licked it and whined. “It’s too sensitive.” Lan Zhan kept using the cum as a lube, though, and yanked up and down a few times before lifting the hand out of the pants and raising it to Wei Wuxian's face.
“Lick.” He commanded, removing the hand muffling him. Wei Wuxian groaned, opening his mouth wide to accept the fluid-covered hand. Lan Zhan brought it to his lips, smearing it as Wei Wuxian’s tongue darted out and licked all over.
Lan Zhan hummed, using his free hand to cup Wei Wuxian’s neck. His own softened cock was still inside the man; however, slowly, it started to get hard again as Wei Wuxian traced the outline of the fingers with his tongue, clearing away his own cum.
By the time he was done, Lan Zhan was hard again inside Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian wiggled his butt and looked up at Lan Zhan. “Lan Zhan, don’t you want to feel me up some more? Naughty, naughty. It’s past the Lan bedtime rules to be up this late.” He started to swirl his hips. “I can’t believe you want to ravish me while breaking the rules.”
Lan Zhan hummed before leaning down to kiss the man, feeling his nose hit his jaw. He pulled back. “I’ll always want you.”
Wei Wuxian smirked. “I know.”
Lan Zhan frowned. He thrust upwards, and Wei Wuxian let out a startled gasp as his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
Wei Wuxian then licked his lips as his eyes tracked over Lan Zhan’s face. “I’ll always want you too.” He whispered.
Lan Zhan, pleased, let out a smile and kissed the man again. “Good.”
Once Lan Zhan pulled out of him and they adjusted their clothes, they proceeded to head out together. Letting the cum drip from Wei Wuxian’s ass all the way back to Lan Zhan’s room, although this was not an uncommon occurrence for either of them.
What was uncommon was the way Lan Qiren looked at Lan Zhan the following day, as if he was avoiding his gaze whilst glaring at Wei Wuxian.