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.
"Shameless," Lan Zhan murmurs against Wei Ying's lips, pressing another quick kiss to them before untangling himself from Wei Ying's grip. "Let me get a cloth to clean us. Are you hungry?"
He moves to rise, looking down at his betrothed, drinking in the sight of how disheveled he looks. Soon, he'll be able to do that daily.
But he reclines along his beloved's bed, propping his head up to try to tempt him back. His eyes and playful grin tells that he isn't famished for food.
Lan Zhan studies him for a moment, eyes dark with desire, before turning away, far too ready to give in and not yet wanting to. He'd waited years for this; a few more weeks would be nothing.
He makes quick work of cleaning himself up, and bringing Wei Ying a cloth, gently washing off the traces of their lovemaking, fixing his robes once again, until they both look more or less presentable.
He doesn't resist pushing his bottom lip out to pout as Lan Zhan cleans them both and makes sure they're both presentable once more. Wei Ying sighs as he tightens the belt around his waist.
Though he doesn't resist a kiss to Lan Zhan's cheek before pulling his collar down just a little bit lower than normal to show the mark on his neck.
"Wei Ying." He says it fondly, eyes darkening as Wei Ying adjusts his collar. Showing off their marks — it should be shameful but he finds a place inside him that doesn't care, not one bit.
"There is rice, and I have stocked your chili oil again."
It's hard to keep his hands entirely off Wei Ying, but Lan Zhan manages, mostly. If there are a few more marks on Wei Ying's neck if he happens to slip away at lunch to kiss his betrothed senseless and returns to meetings with his lips bruised and red, well. No one dares call out the Chief Cultivator for lack of propriety.
The night before their wedding, they spend it apart, away from the Jingshi. Xichen, back from seclusion, requests it of him, so Lan Zhan knows something will be waiting for them when they finally return. The wedding itself passes in a blur: Wei Ying is a vision in red and gold, the most beautiful thing Lan Zhan has seen, and by the end of it, his.
(Lan Zhan never shows it, but he is selfish and needy, desperate to cleave close to his love. That, along with a desire to have Wei Ying recognized by the realm as important and loved and protected, was what had made him want the wedding.)
And now, left at the steps of their home, he turns to look at Wei Ying. No longer his betrothed, but always his love. "Husband," he says, voice soft.
Lan Zhan had always been a beautiful vision in white, as if he were a god
that had descended from the heavens themselves. But on the day of their
wedding, he steals Wei Ying's breath away with a vision in red and gold. He
laces his fingers with Lan Zhan's as they approach the steps of their home.
The veil was a little much and he suspected Jiang Cheng insisted upon it
because he wanted to watch Wei Ying be embarrassed.
Joke's on him. He was happy to wear the crimson veil.
And he has Lan Zhan's gift tucked away in his sleeve.
"Husband," he echoes, feeling his heart alight at the endearment.
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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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He moves to rise, looking down at his betrothed, drinking in the sight of how disheveled he looks. Soon, he'll be able to do that daily.
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"Famished."
But he reclines along his beloved's bed, propping his head up to try to tempt him back. His eyes and playful grin tells that he isn't famished for food.
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He makes quick work of cleaning himself up, and bringing Wei Ying a cloth, gently washing off the traces of their lovemaking, fixing his robes once again, until they both look more or less presentable.
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Though he doesn't resist a kiss to Lan Zhan's cheek before pulling his collar down just a little bit lower than normal to show the mark on his neck.
"Perhaps we should have something to eat."
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"There is rice, and I have stocked your chili oil again."
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"Mmm?" he asks, teasing with a grin. "Ah, I know, no more than three bowls of rice. Shall we go and get our bowl, then?" he asks.
He straightens the rest of his clothes and there's still a touch of post coital rouge to his cheeks.
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The night before their wedding, they spend it apart, away from the Jingshi. Xichen, back from seclusion, requests it of him, so Lan Zhan knows something will be waiting for them when they finally return. The wedding itself passes in a blur: Wei Ying is a vision in red and gold, the most beautiful thing Lan Zhan has seen, and by the end of it, his.
(Lan Zhan never shows it, but he is selfish and needy, desperate to cleave close to his love. That, along with a desire to have Wei Ying recognized by the realm as important and loved and protected, was what had made him want the wedding.)
And now, left at the steps of their home, he turns to look at Wei Ying. No longer his betrothed, but always his love. "Husband," he says, voice soft.
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Lan Zhan had always been a beautiful vision in white, as if he were a god that had descended from the heavens themselves. But on the day of their wedding, he steals Wei Ying's breath away with a vision in red and gold. He laces his fingers with Lan Zhan's as they approach the steps of their home. The veil was a little much and he suspected Jiang Cheng insisted upon it because he wanted to watch Wei Ying be embarrassed.
Joke's on him. He was happy to wear the crimson veil.
And he has Lan Zhan's gift tucked away in his sleeve.
"Husband," he echoes, feeling his heart alight at the endearment.
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