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.
"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!" he shouts up to the heavens, squirming even more when
Lan Zhan pins his hips down. "Husband! Ah! Lan Zhan!"
He gets a bit of a reprieve when he feels Lan Zhan pull off. Wei Ying does
his best to get his breath back.
"Husband, please!" He gasps when he feels the wet warmth around his
cock again. He reaches a shaking hand down. "L-Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I
want to feel you in me! I--I want--" His wish is cut off by another moan
and He squirms to buck up into the warmth. A whine bubbles up at the back
of his throat and Wei Ying could feel his toes curl in an effort to stave
off his impending orgasm.
Almost tempted to continue what he's doing and make Wei Ying come before he continues, Lan Zhan glances up at his husband and slowly lifts his head, pulling off his cock with a soft pop.
"You will get that," he says, voice low and determined. This time he really does straighten up to reach for the oil on the nightstand, liberally coating his fingers and dragging them between Wei Ying's cheeks as he settles between his husband's knees once again. He traces the rim of Wei Ying's hole, then pushes one inside.
Another reprieve when he pulls off. Wei Ying drags in deep breaths and
spreads his legs even more before him, willing his body to relax so that he
could take the intrusion. Before the wedding, Huaisang had the decency to
slip him a manual about the meetings between men, similar to the manual he
had slipped Lan Zhan when they were teenagers. He knows that this requires
more preparation and that Lan Zhan would be very thorough with it.
It had said to relax, especially if it's one's first first time. He does
his best to relax, whimpering a little when he feels a cool finger touching
him in such an intimate place.
"Lan Zhan..." he breathes only to drag it back in a gasp when the slick
finger breaches him and pushes in. It isn't so bad. It feels...odd but
good. He rocks his hips experimentally.
There's a tremendous amount of patience in Lan Zhan, even when presented with the sight of his husband spread out in front of him, but the way Wei Ying rolls his hips makes him draw in a deep breath, eyes dark with desire.
"Wei Ying," he says, voice slightly wavering, even as he presses a second finger deep inside, scissoring his fingers to stretch his husband. He knows this is necessary, and he doesn't wish to hurt him. With his other hand, he cups Wei Ying's hip, thumb running in small circles over his skin. "Tell me how it feels?"
He wants to know if it's too much, or not enough, wants to hear every sound he can wring out of his beloved, wants to see pleasure across his face. His gaze moves from watching his fingers stretch open his hole to Wei Ying's face, and then back.
The second finger pushes in and Wei Ying gasps, arching up against him. His eyes flutter closed and he pants his way through the stretch. He rocks his hips against it, feeling only the touch of Lan Zhan's thumb rubbing at his hip to anchor him to earth.
"Lan Zhan..." he whimpers helplessly. "Please, I want you in me already. Er-gege!"
"One more, Wei Ying," Lan Zhan says, leaning over to bite at Wei Ying's hip. "Be patient."
But he listens, somewhat; adds a third finger, pressing deep into Wei Ying's welcoming heat, and makes quick work of stretching him further, until he's stretched, and Lan Zhan feels composed enough to actually slide into him without coming right away.
Pulling his fingers out, he slicks his cock, settling between Wei Ying's thighs.
He cries out at the bite and whimpers. Wei Ying gasps when he feels the
third finger sink into him and being stretched more than he thought
possible. When he pulls his fingers out, He looks up at his husband,
smiling fondly at him.
Settled between Wei Ying's thighs, he stares down at his husband, hooking one of his legs over his arm so he has a better angle, and slowly presses inside him, careful and controlled at first, letting Wei Ying adjust before continuing to press deeper inside.
"Wei Ying," he says, voice quiet, a slight tremor in it as he bottoms out.
It's not easy, holding back, but he does, letting Wei Ying adjust and clench around him, before he pulls back and thrusts in, eventually finding a slow, steady rhythm as he fucks into his husband.
It still amazes him, that he gets to have this and do this to Wei Ying, but he does, after all this time, and he's determined to savor it.
His eyes flutter close as a rhythm is established. He moans, shamelessly,
at the feeling of his husband finally, finally moving in and out of
him and the two of them uniting in this way.
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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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"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!" he shouts up to the heavens, squirming even more when Lan Zhan pins his hips down. "Husband! Ah! Lan Zhan!"
He gets a bit of a reprieve when he feels Lan Zhan pull off. Wei Ying does his best to get his breath back.
"Husband, please!" He gasps when he feels the wet warmth around his cock again. He reaches a shaking hand down. "L-Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I want to feel you in me! I--I want--" His wish is cut off by another moan and He squirms to buck up into the warmth. A whine bubbles up at the back of his throat and Wei Ying could feel his toes curl in an effort to stave off his impending orgasm.
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"You will get that," he says, voice low and determined. This time he really does straighten up to reach for the oil on the nightstand, liberally coating his fingers and dragging them between Wei Ying's cheeks as he settles between his husband's knees once again. He traces the rim of Wei Ying's hole, then pushes one inside.
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Another reprieve when he pulls off. Wei Ying drags in deep breaths and spreads his legs even more before him, willing his body to relax so that he could take the intrusion. Before the wedding, Huaisang had the decency to slip him a manual about the meetings between men, similar to the manual he had slipped Lan Zhan when they were teenagers. He knows that this requires more preparation and that Lan Zhan would be very thorough with it.
It had said to relax, especially if it's one's first first time. He does his best to relax, whimpering a little when he feels a cool finger touching him in such an intimate place.
"Lan Zhan..." he breathes only to drag it back in a gasp when the slick finger breaches him and pushes in. It isn't so bad. It feels...odd but good. He rocks his hips experimentally.
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"Wei Ying," he says, voice slightly wavering, even as he presses a second finger deep inside, scissoring his fingers to stretch his husband. He knows this is necessary, and he doesn't wish to hurt him. With his other hand, he cups Wei Ying's hip, thumb running in small circles over his skin. "Tell me how it feels?"
He wants to know if it's too much, or not enough, wants to hear every sound he can wring out of his beloved, wants to see pleasure across his face. His gaze moves from watching his fingers stretch open his hole to Wei Ying's face, and then back.
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"Lan Zhan..." he whimpers helplessly. "Please, I want you in me already. Er-gege!"
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But he listens, somewhat; adds a third finger, pressing deep into Wei Ying's welcoming heat, and makes quick work of stretching him further, until he's stretched, and Lan Zhan feels composed enough to actually slide into him without coming right away.
Pulling his fingers out, he slicks his cock, settling between Wei Ying's thighs.
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He cries out at the bite and whimpers. Wei Ying gasps when he feels the third finger sink into him and being stretched more than he thought possible. When he pulls his fingers out, He looks up at his husband, smiling fondly at him.
"Lan Zhan..."
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"Wei Ying," he says, voice quiet, a slight tremor in it as he bottoms out.
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"Lan Zhan..." he drawls out. "You feel so good."
He gasps when Lan Zhan is all the way in and clenches around him a few times, getting used to the stretch and feeling of him deep within.
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It still amazes him, that he gets to have this and do this to Wei Ying, but he does, after all this time, and he's determined to savor it.
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His eyes flutter close as a rhythm is established. He moans, shamelessly, at the feeling of his husband finally, finally moving in and out of him and the two of them uniting in this way.
"Lan Zhan...Lan Zhan."
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