He made quick work of the ties of Lan Zhan's robes, wanting to get his
hands on him as well. Wei Ying was no expert yet he let his hands roam
along Lan Zhan's body, learning it as much as he can. He brushed his
fingers over his nipples, wanting to see if Lan Zhan was also sensitive to
it. His fingers danced lightly over the scars that Lan Zhan had sustained
over the years.
He takes care to slip his robes off his shoulders, although it means he has to let go of Wei Ying for a moment, but soon enough he's free of those robes. No one else had ever touched him with such reverence, or such desire, and the feeling of Wei Ying's hands against his chest made him draw in a sharp breath, a bitten-off moan escaping him as those gorgeous fingers brushed his nipples.
"Wei Ying," he said, voice rendered rough with desire. He didn't even pay attention to the fingers on his scars, unconcerned with the reasons for them. Even the ones on his back he did not think deeply on and did not associate their presence with Wei Ying.
He drank in the sight of Lan Zhan. He had been lucky; between the two of them, he'd seen Lan Zhan without his clothes more often than Lan Zhan had seen him without his clothes. All those surprise visits to the Cold Springs paid off as Wei Ying continued his explorations, touching what he only saw before.
He glanced up at Lan Zhan's face as he reached and circled his fingers around Lan Zhan's own hardness. This was certainly not cool to the touch like the rest of his intended. It felt hot, hard, in his hand. Wei Ying grinned up at him, soaking in the desire from Lan Zhan. Then, he began to stroke, curling his fingers and giving as much pressure as he was getting, wanting Lan Zhan to feel pleasure as well.
Lan Zhan controls his body to an unrivaled degree; he walks with grace and precision, his swordwork is elegant, cultivation pristine. It's an envied skill and he finds it useful, controlling his reflexes and movements.
The touch of Wei Ying's hand around his length shatters all of that. He bucks his hips, drawing in a ragged breath, a small groan escaping his lips as he shudders atop Wei Ying. It's only the years of training that keep him from falling apart at his hands and ending this moment too soon. He has to pause in his stroking for a moment to gather his wits and remember that moment of control, but soon enough he's back to moving his hand over Wei Ying's hardness. His hand is a little faster now, his breathing slightly ragged, a sheen of sweat at his temple.
His eyes widened at seeing Lan Zhan react to his touch.
He craved more.
Wei Ying continued to stroke him. He sat up a little and cradled Lan Zhan's
cheek with his free hand and guided him to an impassioned kiss, wanting to
taste and swallow each groan greedily. Pleasure coursed through his veins
with the strokes quickening on his own hardness. He leaked freely now,
closer and closer to his own peak.
"Lan Zhan," he moaned openly against his lips. Shameless. Utterly shameless
as he's stroking and writhing against his love. "I want you to feel good as
well, beloved."
He wanted to drown in all of Lan Zhan. Filthy, unfiltered thoughts coursed
through his mind: their wedding night, when Lan Zhan could possess him
truly, completely, utterly. The heft in his hand was sizable. A shiver ran
through him at the thought of taking that in. He was close. His hips buck
at the faster strokes.
It's incredibly hard for Lan Zhan to let go, far too disciplined to drop his guard. But this is Wei Ying, his love, the man soon to be his husband. It might be improper now, but soon enough they will be sharing a marital bed.
If there is one person he can let go with, it's Wei Ying. So he pulls his betrothed closer, rocking into his hand and letting a small groan escape him. He'll never be loud, but it's a beginning.
"Wei Ying makes me feel good," he whispers, pressing small kisses to Wei Ying's lips. "Anything you do." But especially this, having Wei Ying in his arms, his clever fingers stroking over him. Soon enough he'll be able to do this and more, without issue or concern.
The groan sets fire to his blood; it's small and quiet yet it rings loudly in his ears. Wei Ying's eyes flutter closed for a moment, savoring the sound. His hand gathers the precome and slicks it along Lan Zhan's length, moving faster as his own hips bucking up into Lan Zhan's tight grip again and again.
"Lan Zhan," come the breathless gasps.
The low whispers against him fan the flames even hotter and hotter.
"Lan Zhan, I can't wait to have you take me in our marital bed. To make me yours completely." He whimpers, unable to stop the filth that spills from his lips, "I can't wait to feel you within me and call out your name as my husband. My husband!"
He barely is able to bite out the word when he feels himself tense up and paint the space between them with his spend. Wei Ying gasps and strokes Lan Zhan faster, hoping he would join him in the moment of ecstacy.
Lan Zhan has read a few books of pornography, out of curiosity and a desire to understand what might transpire between two people in the bedroom. A few pictures had aroused something in him, ruthlessly squashed down, and the words had mostly left him cold.
But it must have just been that none of the pictures were of Wei Ying, and none of the words said in his beloved voice. When he starts speaking, filth escaping his lips, Lan Zhan groans louder, gasping Wei Ying's name, desire pooling low in his belly. He wants to close his eyes and imagine that, taking his beloved in their bed, but he can't look away from Wei Ying's beloved face, ecstatic with pleasure.
He drops his head to Wei Ying's shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he comes, and it's only a matter of moments before he hits that moment of ecstasy, body shuddering as his release paints their bellies and hands.
The bite adds to the pleasure and he arched up at it, gasping his beloved’s
name as more seem to spur out, joining the mixed come cooking on his belly.
He groans; if this is what it was like before they wed, he can’t wait to
see what happens after.
He licks his lips.
“Lan Zhan...”
That says it all right there. His lover, his partner, his true love and
confidante in every way.
"Wei Ying." He lifts his head to look down at his love, noting the pleasure on his face and in his eyes. He did that, brought Wei Ying to climax and put that look upon his face.
"I love you," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips and pressing against Wei Ying's prone body. They are sticky with their release, but he doesn't care; he doesn't want to be parted from him at the moment.
He certainly brought him to such pleasure that he feels as if he could sink into the bed. He kisses back and reaches up to cradle Lan Zhan's face.
"I love you," he whispers back.
The air is thick with their cooling pleasure and he brings Lan Zhan's body closer to him. They could clean up the mess in a moment. He wants to bathe in the afterglow with his love for a few moments more.
He snuggles close to Lan Zhan, feeling warm and happy and sated. The world
seems to just slot back into being right whenever they're together. He
kisses the nearest part of Lan Zhan he could reach, along his collarbones,
before nuzzling into his neck.
"Tomorrow?"
A playful grin plays on his own lips as he tilts his head to place a soft
kiss along the pale column of his neck, his hands already roaming along Lan
Zhan's side.
"Are you so eager to conquer me, husband?" he teases.
The teasing words, especially when Wei Ying uses that endearment, are enough to make his eyes go dark and his hands to flex against Wei Ying's body.
"Yes." He says it abruptly. Then, feeling the tips of his ears burn, looks away. "Not conquer. Love." And then, because lying is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, he amends, "A little conquering."
His ears are still burning, and he has to force himself to look down at Wei Ying, although it's hard to both look at him and think about conquering him without something fierce and possessive stir inside him. "Only if you want that."
The dark eyes and the flex sends a shiver down his spine. He meant it as a
tease but the fierceness in his beloved has him wondering if they truly
need the celebration. Why couldn't they just elope again? Then Lan Zhan
could take him as many times as he wanted - every day if he wished.
His fingers tap under Lan Zhan's chin, turning him back so that he could
feel the embers start to burn within him again at the look on his face. Wei
Ying gives an overexaggerated pout. The red ears is something he wishes to
kiss and soothe away. Lan Zhan had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Lan Zhan," he says, a tone that sounds scolding but truly is in jest. "I
want to be conquered and loved at different times, my husband. And I
would be glad to be so every day. Even if I would not be able to move the
next day."
The wedding isn't too far off, and now would be an inopportune time to elope, considering the celebrations that have been planned, but for not the first time in his life, Lan Zhan mentally curses his insistence upon following rules.
Still, there had been a reason he wanted to do this properly, and that does matter. So he gentles his fingers, running his hands down Wei Ying's side, and letting his love guide his face back. It's fine — until Wei Ying mentions not being able to move and oh, does that ever appeal, in a way Lan Zhan can't articulate, groaning as he thinks about it.
"Wei Ying," he says, his voice rendered husky with desire. "That's shameless."
The groan sends shivers down his spine. He wants it, he craves it. He wants to drown in Lan Zhan and be overtaken by him. Wei Ying wriggles a little against him.
"Is it shameless?"
He's barely innocent about it.
"Shameless would be lowering my collar a little when I'm able to walk again to show off the bite marks the great Hanguang Jun bestowed upon me or crying out your name until I'm hoarse and silenced without a silencing spell."
The teasing grin does not fade at all. In fact, he feels his own words stoke a desire within him.
"Or shameless would be for you to use the silencing spell so that no one hears me while you render me unable to walk properly."
Lan Zhan will always love Wei Ying, but he's making it extremely difficult to show any restraint. He has to bury his face in Wei Ying's hair, and although he attempts to hold still, his hips buck against Wei Ying's.
"Shameless," he repeats, his words muffled. "I would only use the silencing spell if we needed to remain quiet. In an inn, or visiting another clan. I like your words." And he enjoys the sounds Wei Ying makes in the midst of passion just as much.
"Could I—" he pauses, then lifts his head to look down at Wei Ying. "Tie you up?"
He chuckles breathlessly. He would not be Wei Ying if he did not get under Lan Zhan's skin. Though now, the teasing is different. He's glad that Lan Zhan enjoys his words. What he says next catches him by surprise and Wei Ying feels all of his breath leave him, his eyes widening and the desire within him rising up hotter than before.
He kisses Lan Zhan passionately.
"Yes," he whispers against his lips when they part for air. "Yes, Lan Zhan. I want that."
No one could restrain him in any way. No one but Lan Zhan. With this offer of literally doing so has him hardening again.
"Soon," he whispers against Wei Ying's lips, capturing them for another kiss, although once that's over, he starts to draw back, carefully cupping Wei Ying's face. His eyes are still dark with desire, and it's clearly a struggle for him not to give in.
"I would not want to trap Wei Ying," he says softly, tracing his thumb over his lips. "But if I tie you down, I'll know exactly where you are."
Who knew that his Lan Zhan were so romantic? Soon. He hums softly in the
kiss. He could..try to...well, he wouldn't like it but he would wait. For
Lan Zhan's sake. Wei Ying opens his eyes and smiles at him. He kisses at
the thumb that brushes over his lips.
"You would never trap me, my love. I would willingly and happily be bound
by you."
That doesn't stop him from pouting.
"Lan Zhan, it'll be a long few weeks." Alas, they couldn't elope as the
preparation had already gone underway.
His face softens again, looking at Wei Ying. He wants to throw all the rules to the wind and run away with his love, but this is important. A few weeks, and then he'll be able to fully claim Wei Ying, as he deserves.
"There are things we can do." He gestures between them, still messy, their limbs tangled. "Nothing to stop us now. But our wedding night will be special."
Wei Ying laughs a little and kisses him, slow, soft, drawn out.
"Yes, there's a lot we could do in the meantime. I'll get a cloth to clean
us."
He doesn't quite get up just yet. He caresses the side of Lan Zhan's face
and kisses him again. He can't wait. He cannot wait to take those vows in
front of the world.
"I can't wait for our day, Lan Zhan...for us to declare before everyone
that we are dedicated to each other."
It is a little giddiness in his voice that has him laughing again.
He doesn't rush to clean up or chide Wei Ying into getting a cloth, content to just lay there with his betrothed, even though they were both sticky. In fact, his arms tightened around him slightly.
"It will happen soon." Both soon and not soon enough. "And then I can call you husband."
He is looking forward to that day when they finally get to declare themselves before the world and make their bows. He loves Wei Ying, knows Wei Ying loves him, but this will tether them together, remind them both that they are there for each other.
Nothing could dim the great smile that stretches across his lips, the
giddiness in his heart. He kisses Lan Zhan, humming happily against his
lips. Soon but not soon enough. He tangles his fingers in the long, dark
locks. The world sort of knows. By a few weeks' time, the world will
certainly know. His smile turns wicked.
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He made quick work of the ties of Lan Zhan's robes, wanting to get his hands on him as well. Wei Ying was no expert yet he let his hands roam along Lan Zhan's body, learning it as much as he can. He brushed his fingers over his nipples, wanting to see if Lan Zhan was also sensitive to it. His fingers danced lightly over the scars that Lan Zhan had sustained over the years.
Because of him.
"Lan Zhan..."
He shook the thought from his head.
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"Wei Ying," he said, voice rendered rough with desire. He didn't even pay attention to the fingers on his scars, unconcerned with the reasons for them. Even the ones on his back he did not think deeply on and did not associate their presence with Wei Ying.
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He glanced up at Lan Zhan's face as he reached and circled his fingers around Lan Zhan's own hardness. This was certainly not cool to the touch like the rest of his intended. It felt hot, hard, in his hand. Wei Ying grinned up at him, soaking in the desire from Lan Zhan. Then, he began to stroke, curling his fingers and giving as much pressure as he was getting, wanting Lan Zhan to feel pleasure as well.
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The touch of Wei Ying's hand around his length shatters all of that. He bucks his hips, drawing in a ragged breath, a small groan escaping his lips as he shudders atop Wei Ying. It's only the years of training that keep him from falling apart at his hands and ending this moment too soon. He has to pause in his stroking for a moment to gather his wits and remember that moment of control, but soon enough he's back to moving his hand over Wei Ying's hardness. His hand is a little faster now, his breathing slightly ragged, a sheen of sweat at his temple.
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His eyes widened at seeing Lan Zhan react to his touch.
He craved more.
Wei Ying continued to stroke him. He sat up a little and cradled Lan Zhan's cheek with his free hand and guided him to an impassioned kiss, wanting to taste and swallow each groan greedily. Pleasure coursed through his veins with the strokes quickening on his own hardness. He leaked freely now, closer and closer to his own peak.
"Lan Zhan," he moaned openly against his lips. Shameless. Utterly shameless as he's stroking and writhing against his love. "I want you to feel good as well, beloved."
He wanted to drown in all of Lan Zhan. Filthy, unfiltered thoughts coursed through his mind: their wedding night, when Lan Zhan could possess him truly, completely, utterly. The heft in his hand was sizable. A shiver ran through him at the thought of taking that in. He was close. His hips buck at the faster strokes.
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If there is one person he can let go with, it's Wei Ying. So he pulls his betrothed closer, rocking into his hand and letting a small groan escape him. He'll never be loud, but it's a beginning.
"Wei Ying makes me feel good," he whispers, pressing small kisses to Wei Ying's lips. "Anything you do." But especially this, having Wei Ying in his arms, his clever fingers stroking over him. Soon enough he'll be able to do this and more, without issue or concern.
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"Lan Zhan," come the breathless gasps.
The low whispers against him fan the flames even hotter and hotter.
"Lan Zhan, I can't wait to have you take me in our marital bed. To make me yours completely." He whimpers, unable to stop the filth that spills from his lips, "I can't wait to feel you within me and call out your name as my husband. My husband!"
He barely is able to bite out the word when he feels himself tense up and paint the space between them with his spend. Wei Ying gasps and strokes Lan Zhan faster, hoping he would join him in the moment of ecstacy.
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But it must have just been that none of the pictures were of Wei Ying, and none of the words said in his beloved voice. When he starts speaking, filth escaping his lips, Lan Zhan groans louder, gasping Wei Ying's name, desire pooling low in his belly. He wants to close his eyes and imagine that, taking his beloved in their bed, but he can't look away from Wei Ying's beloved face, ecstatic with pleasure.
He drops his head to Wei Ying's shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark as he comes, and it's only a matter of moments before he hits that moment of ecstasy, body shuddering as his release paints their bellies and hands.
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The bite adds to the pleasure and he arched up at it, gasping his beloved’s name as more seem to spur out, joining the mixed come cooking on his belly. He groans; if this is what it was like before they wed, he can’t wait to see what happens after.
He licks his lips.
“Lan Zhan...”
That says it all right there. His lover, his partner, his true love and confidante in every way.
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"I love you," he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips and pressing against Wei Ying's prone body. They are sticky with their release, but he doesn't care; he doesn't want to be parted from him at the moment.
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"I love you," he whispers back.
The air is thick with their cooling pleasure and he brings Lan Zhan's body closer to him. They could clean up the mess in a moment. He wants to bathe in the afterglow with his love for a few moments more.
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"I am patient," he whispers into Wei Ying's hair, lips quirking in a slightly smile. "But I find myself wishing the wedding were tomorrow."
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He snuggles close to Lan Zhan, feeling warm and happy and sated. The world seems to just slot back into being right whenever they're together. He kisses the nearest part of Lan Zhan he could reach, along his collarbones, before nuzzling into his neck.
"Tomorrow?"
A playful grin plays on his own lips as he tilts his head to place a soft kiss along the pale column of his neck, his hands already roaming along Lan Zhan's side.
"Are you so eager to conquer me, husband?" he teases.
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"Yes." He says it abruptly. Then, feeling the tips of his ears burn, looks away. "Not conquer. Love." And then, because lying is forbidden in Cloud Recesses, he amends, "A little conquering."
His ears are still burning, and he has to force himself to look down at Wei Ying, although it's hard to both look at him and think about conquering him without something fierce and possessive stir inside him. "Only if you want that."
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The dark eyes and the flex sends a shiver down his spine. He meant it as a tease but the fierceness in his beloved has him wondering if they truly need the celebration. Why couldn't they just elope again? Then Lan Zhan could take him as many times as he wanted - every day if he wished.
His fingers tap under Lan Zhan's chin, turning him back so that he could feel the embers start to burn within him again at the look on his face. Wei Ying gives an overexaggerated pout. The red ears is something he wishes to kiss and soothe away. Lan Zhan had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Lan Zhan," he says, a tone that sounds scolding but truly is in jest. "I want to be conquered and loved at different times, my husband. And I would be glad to be so every day. Even if I would not be able to move the next day."
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Still, there had been a reason he wanted to do this properly, and that does matter. So he gentles his fingers, running his hands down Wei Ying's side, and letting his love guide his face back. It's fine — until Wei Ying mentions not being able to move and oh, does that ever appeal, in a way Lan Zhan can't articulate, groaning as he thinks about it.
"Wei Ying," he says, his voice rendered husky with desire. "That's shameless."
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"Is it shameless?"
He's barely innocent about it.
"Shameless would be lowering my collar a little when I'm able to walk again to show off the bite marks the great Hanguang Jun bestowed upon me or crying out your name until I'm hoarse and silenced without a silencing spell."
The teasing grin does not fade at all. In fact, he feels his own words stoke a desire within him.
"Or shameless would be for you to use the silencing spell so that no one hears me while you render me unable to walk properly."
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"Shameless," he repeats, his words muffled. "I would only use the silencing spell if we needed to remain quiet. In an inn, or visiting another clan. I like your words." And he enjoys the sounds Wei Ying makes in the midst of passion just as much.
"Could I—" he pauses, then lifts his head to look down at Wei Ying. "Tie you up?"
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He kisses Lan Zhan passionately.
"Yes," he whispers against his lips when they part for air. "Yes, Lan Zhan. I want that."
No one could restrain him in any way. No one but Lan Zhan. With this offer of literally doing so has him hardening again.
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"I would not want to trap Wei Ying," he says softly, tracing his thumb over his lips. "But if I tie you down, I'll know exactly where you are."
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Who knew that his Lan Zhan were so romantic? Soon. He hums softly in the kiss. He could..try to...well, he wouldn't like it but he would wait. For Lan Zhan's sake. Wei Ying opens his eyes and smiles at him. He kisses at the thumb that brushes over his lips.
"You would never trap me, my love. I would willingly and happily be bound by you."
That doesn't stop him from pouting.
"Lan Zhan, it'll be a long few weeks." Alas, they couldn't elope as the preparation had already gone underway.
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"There are things we can do." He gestures between them, still messy, their limbs tangled. "Nothing to stop us now. But our wedding night will be special."
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Wei Ying laughs a little and kisses him, slow, soft, drawn out.
"Yes, there's a lot we could do in the meantime. I'll get a cloth to clean us."
He doesn't quite get up just yet. He caresses the side of Lan Zhan's face and kisses him again. He can't wait. He cannot wait to take those vows in front of the world.
"I can't wait for our day, Lan Zhan...for us to declare before everyone that we are dedicated to each other."
It is a little giddiness in his voice that has him laughing again.
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"It will happen soon." Both soon and not soon enough. "And then I can call you husband."
He is looking forward to that day when they finally get to declare themselves before the world and make their bows. He loves Wei Ying, knows Wei Ying loves him, but this will tether them together, remind them both that they are there for each other.
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"Soon, husband," he promises.
Nothing could dim the great smile that stretches across his lips, the giddiness in his heart. He kisses Lan Zhan, humming happily against his lips. Soon but not soon enough. He tangles his fingers in the long, dark locks. The world sort of knows. By a few weeks' time, the world will certainly know. His smile turns wicked.
"And soon...we can truly consummate our union."
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