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.
There on the steps of their home, still in their wedding attire, veil no longer hiding Wei Ying, Lan Zhan reaches out to cup that beloved face and press a kiss to his lips. It's allowed now, even if Lan Zhan is still too private of a person to make it a deep kiss.
He pulls back, sweeping open the doors to their house and urging Wei Ying in first. As expected, there's a new bed, draped in red, large enough for the two of them to sleep side by side with ease.
He easily kisses him back and follows him up to their home. His eyes widen
at the new bed, laughing a little as it is draped in red. This must be the
gift that Xichen had told them to stay away from the Jingshi for. Wei Ying
laughs and holds onto Lan Zhan's hand.
"Our new bed," he says, squeezing Wei Ying's hand and smiling briefly at him, his face incredibly fond.
It had been a trying few weeks, waiting for their marriage, but now it feels right. He can claim Wei Ying before the heavens, just as he claimed Wei Ying earlier before the eyes of man, in the eyes of the law.
Ornate headpieces and elaborate robes mean he can't drag Wei Ying directly to bed, so he focuses on undoing his belt, fingers insistent and seeking as he undoes the ties.
Trying and Wei Ying had certainly tried to make it as difficult as
possible. Teasing at Lan Zhan when he could, sometimes even hanging around
the Jingshi in one of Lan Zhan's older robes. But now...now he could
finally have Lan Zhan in the way he'd been craving for so long.
Wei Ying bites his lip and reaches up to undo the pins of the ornate
headpiece that adorn his husband, carefully taking it apart and setting it
aside before reaching up to undo the topknot and raking his fingers through
the long, dark tresses.
"We have." He presses a brief kiss to Wei Ying's lips. "You can still tease."
It had been hard to resist, but Wei Ying had never pressed unduly, and he'd liked some of the teasings, coming back to find Wei Ying in his robes, or sprawled on the bed. His fingers are deft as he strips off the belt, then the robes, in what feels like endless layers, although they really aren't that many more than what Lan Zhan wears as chief cultivator.
"Let me take you to bed, husband," he says, as he finally gets Wei Ying down to his underrobe.
Wei Ying's hands aren't idle either as they pull away the belt and the
robes that encased his husband. There's a small part of him that
laughs a little. Husband. Never would he have thought he would have a
husband like this. Especially not with Lan Zhan. His heart soars at the
fact that they are now united for the world to know.
He kisses him back and laughs as layer upon layer is shed from him and he's
left to his underrobe. He pulls Lan Zhan toward him and walks backwards
toward their new bed.
The demand is an easily, happily, granted one, but rather than letting Wei Ying continue to walk backwards, he scoops up his husband into his arms, crossing the room in a few hasty steps to settle him on their new bed.
He stares down at Wei Ying for a moment, then joins him on the bed, leaning down to kiss him, fierce and hungry, desperate with desire. He's already half-hard, and they have all night to themselves, and no one will expect to see him tomorrow.
Wie Ying gives a surprised sound when he's suddenly gathered up into his husband's arms and he flails to get his arms around his shoulders for security as Lan Zhan made a bee line for their bed. He lays out on the sheets, looking up at him with hooded eyes and a drawn out stretch.
He nearly starts to tease when he finally feels Lan Zhan's hungry lips against his, consuming him in his entirety. He moans against the lips and puts his arms aorund Lan Zhan's shoulders once more, pulling and drawing him in deeper and deeper into the kiss.
Quiet, even in this, he doesn't really moan into the kiss, but a quiet sound does escape him as they kiss until they both need to breathe. He can lifts his head, reaching up to cup Wei Ying's jaw.
"Wei Ying," he says, voice low. "I can finally be inside of you tonight. Claim you as mine. Fuck you as you deserve."
That nickname, even though Wei Ying has used it before, still draws him up short, and he has to close his eyes, search for his control, before he can look at Wei Ying again.
Saying nothing, he lifts himself up with one arm so he can peer down at Wei Ying. "I will," he says, voice dark with desire, and drops his head to Wei Ying's chest, pressing a kiss to his breastbone, then nosing his way over to capture a nipple between his lips, teasing the nub.
He shivers when his husband looms over him and promises that he will claim
him. Wei Ying arches up into his kiss and gasps when he feels Lan Zhan take
the sensitive flesh between his lips.
"Lan Er-gege," he whines.
He wants to see more of it, wants his Lan Zhan to lose control so that he
could truly feel claimed. He licks his lips and moans, feeling himself
harden more and more just from Lan Zhan's mouth alone.
"Wei Ying," he says, shifting his mouth to his other nipple, teasing and licking the nub, biting down hard enough to sting and then soothing the sting with his tongue. Meanwhile, his hand runs down Wei Ying's side, cupping his hip.
"You drive me wild," he says finally, sliding his hand between them and wrapping it around Wei Ying's cock, stroking him to full hardness before straightening up. He looks down at Wei Ying, drinking in the sight of his husband.
That prompts Lan Zhan to lean down, sucking a mark into Wei Ying's side. "Shameless," he mutters against Wei Ying's side, the slides his mouth lower and lower still, shifting between his legs to get comfortable.
With a quick glance up at Wei Ying, he drags his tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-come there before taking him in his mouth.
He cries out at another mark being made into his skin. Wei Ying shivers and his breath stutters at the thought of being marked so thoroughly the next day: purpling marks that are barely visible if he doesn't tie his robes tight enough.
"Mark me more, er-gege," he moans deeply. "I want to feel it and see it everywhere. Let everyone know I'm yours."
He pries open his eyes, looking down the length of his body to see Lan Zhan so close to where their hands are. He's about to ask what he is doing when he feels the wet, hot drag of his tongue over the head of his cock. Wei Ying doesn't even get a chance to recover before he feels the heat surround him.
Always a man of few words, Lan Zhan just hums around Wei Ying's cock, looking up at him with bright, curious eyes, tracking his husband's reactions.
One hand grips Wei Ying's thigh, holding it steady, and the other wraps around the base of his cock as he draws him in deeper, tongue licking the underside before he starts to suck. He's not yet done this, and it's obvious, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in enthusiasm, and he's a quick study, learning what makes Wei Ying cry out.
He wouldn't be able to tell what Lan Zhan's skill level is. Right now, he
couldn't even tell you his own name. He grows harder in Lan Zhan's mouth
and rocks his hips up into the wet heat, gasping and moaning shamelessly.
Lan Zhan has always liked the sounds he's been able to pull out of Wei Ying, and he likes this even more, especially when it includes 'husband.' He grasps Wei Ying's hips, holding him down so Lan Zhan can move his mouth further down, taking more of him inside his mouth, until he's choking and sputtering. He's read about this and knows, in theory, what to do, but it's different when he's actually doing it, actually has a chance to taste his husband.
When he pulls back, completely off Wei Ying's cock, he licks the tip, tasting the precome there, moaning in the back of his throat. He had intended to grab a vial of oil from the nightstand, but he finds it hard‐ he wants his mouth back on Wei Ying. And he can do that, indulge in loving him this way, so he wraps his lips around him once again, licking and sucking with the same single-minded focus he gives everything.
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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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He pulls back, sweeping open the doors to their house and urging Wei Ying in first. As expected, there's a new bed, draped in red, large enough for the two of them to sleep side by side with ease.
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He easily kisses him back and follows him up to their home. His eyes widen at the new bed, laughing a little as it is draped in red. This must be the gift that Xichen had told them to stay away from the Jingshi for. Wei Ying laughs and holds onto Lan Zhan's hand.
"It's perfect, Lan Zhan," he laughs.
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It had been a trying few weeks, waiting for their marriage, but now it feels right. He can claim Wei Ying before the heavens, just as he claimed Wei Ying earlier before the eyes of man, in the eyes of the law.
Ornate headpieces and elaborate robes mean he can't drag Wei Ying directly to bed, so he focuses on undoing his belt, fingers insistent and seeking as he undoes the ties.
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Trying and Wei Ying had certainly tried to make it as difficult as possible. Teasing at Lan Zhan when he could, sometimes even hanging around the Jingshi in one of Lan Zhan's older robes. But now...now he could finally have Lan Zhan in the way he'd been craving for so long.
Wei Ying bites his lip and reaches up to undo the pins of the ornate headpiece that adorn his husband, carefully taking it apart and setting it aside before reaching up to undo the topknot and raking his fingers through the long, dark tresses.
"Finally. We've been waiting so long."
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It had been hard to resist, but Wei Ying had never pressed unduly, and he'd liked some of the teasings, coming back to find Wei Ying in his robes, or sprawled on the bed. His fingers are deft as he strips off the belt, then the robes, in what feels like endless layers, although they really aren't that many more than what Lan Zhan wears as chief cultivator.
"Let me take you to bed, husband," he says, as he finally gets Wei Ying down to his underrobe.
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Wei Ying's hands aren't idle either as they pull away the belt and the robes that encased his husband. There's a small part of him that laughs a little. Husband. Never would he have thought he would have a husband like this. Especially not with Lan Zhan. His heart soars at the fact that they are now united for the world to know.
He kisses him back and laughs as layer upon layer is shed from him and he's left to his underrobe. He pulls Lan Zhan toward him and walks backwards toward their new bed.
"Then take me to bed, husband."
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He stares down at Wei Ying for a moment, then joins him on the bed, leaning down to kiss him, fierce and hungry, desperate with desire. He's already half-hard, and they have all night to themselves, and no one will expect to see him tomorrow.
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He nearly starts to tease when he finally feels Lan Zhan's hungry lips against his, consuming him in his entirety. He moans against the lips and puts his arms aorund Lan Zhan's shoulders once more, pulling and drawing him in deeper and deeper into the kiss.
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"Wei Ying," he says, voice low. "I can finally be inside of you tonight. Claim you as mine. Fuck you as you deserve."
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He's breathless when they pull apart and Wei Ying arches and brings his head back to take in deep lungfuls of air.
"Shameless, Er-gege," he all but purrs the nickname, curling up to press more kisses along his jaw and face. "Claim your husband."
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Saying nothing, he lifts himself up with one arm so he can peer down at Wei Ying. "I will," he says, voice dark with desire, and drops his head to Wei Ying's chest, pressing a kiss to his breastbone, then nosing his way over to capture a nipple between his lips, teasing the nub.
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He shivers when his husband looms over him and promises that he will claim him. Wei Ying arches up into his kiss and gasps when he feels Lan Zhan take the sensitive flesh between his lips.
"Lan Er-gege," he whines.
He wants to see more of it, wants his Lan Zhan to lose control so that he could truly feel claimed. He licks his lips and moans, feeling himself harden more and more just from Lan Zhan's mouth alone.
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"You drive me wild," he says finally, sliding his hand between them and wrapping it around Wei Ying's cock, stroking him to full hardness before straightening up. He looks down at Wei Ying, drinking in the sight of his husband.
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Wei Ying dovetails his hand around his husband's hand, stroking at his leaking hardness. He stares up at him with half lidded eyes.
"Do you like it when I call you that?" he drawls. Wei Ying esaggerates the arch of his back and cries out, "Er-gege!"
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With a quick glance up at Wei Ying, he drags his tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the pre-come there before taking him in his mouth.
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"Mark me more, er-gege," he moans deeply. "I want to feel it and see it everywhere. Let everyone know I'm yours."
He pries open his eyes, looking down the length of his body to see Lan Zhan so close to where their hands are. He's about to ask what he is doing when he feels the wet, hot drag of his tongue over the head of his cock. Wei Ying doesn't even get a chance to recover before he feels the heat surround him.
"Lan Zhan!" he cries out loudly.
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One hand grips Wei Ying's thigh, holding it steady, and the other wraps around the base of his cock as he draws him in deeper, tongue licking the underside before he starts to suck. He's not yet done this, and it's obvious, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in enthusiasm, and he's a quick study, learning what makes Wei Ying cry out.
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He wouldn't be able to tell what Lan Zhan's skill level is. Right now, he couldn't even tell you his own name. He grows harder in Lan Zhan's mouth and rocks his hips up into the wet heat, gasping and moaning shamelessly.
"Lan Zhan! Husband!"
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When he pulls back, completely off Wei Ying's cock, he licks the tip, tasting the precome there, moaning in the back of his throat. He had intended to grab a vial of oil from the nightstand, but he finds it hard‐ he wants his mouth back on Wei Ying. And he can do that, indulge in loving him this way, so he wraps his lips around him once again, licking and sucking with the same single-minded focus he gives everything.
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