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.
"Wei Ying." His voice is low, breaking on the syllables of Wei Ying's beloved name as he rocks into him. It's better than anything he expected, better than the most vivid dream or the indulgent thoughts he allowed himself.
Lan Zhan has to force his eyes open so he can stare down at his husband, spread out beneath him, and not get too lost in the pleasure, wanting to make sure Wei Ying finds his pleasure.
He feels so full and breathes through to not clench so tightly around him.
He pants and arches, reaching up to hold onto his husband's shoulder.
"Lan Zhan, you feel so good in me. Had you been waiting for this for so
long?" he pants shamelessly. "Will you fuck your beloved Wei Ying until
they could hear me cry your name all the way in Qinghe?"
He's hard and leaking against his own stomach. Wei Wuxian reaches to give
himself a stroke in time with Lan Zhan's thrusts.
Waiting for this, and more, he thinks, but can't say it, too lost in the emotions and the sensation, Wei Ying panting and flushed and beautiful beneath him, and clenching around him.
"Yes," is all he can manage to say, followed by, "Wei Ying." And he shifts to rest his weight on one hand, reaching between them to cover Wei Ying's hand, stroking him as well.
That yes echoes down to his soul. He knows Lan Zhan is saying yes to
so much more than the filth that spills from him. The shift has him gasp,
feeling Lan Zhan shift even deeper into him, somehow impossibly deeper. His
eyes flutter shut as he rocks his hips against him. There's nothing else.
There's only Lan Zhan. Only this wonderful man that's waited for him for so
long and that Wei Wuxian trusts more than anyone ever.
"For you," he says in response, barely audible, voice deep with desire as he rocks into Wei Ying. "I love you, Wei Ying." Has loved him for so many years. Will love him, in this life and the next.
He shifts, adjusting his the angle he's thrusting at, opening his eyes so he can stare down at Wei Ying, spread out so beautifully beneath him.
"Come for me, Wei Ying," he manages to say, heavily panting. His fingers flex around his cock. "I want to see you."
When he shifts, Lan Zhan seems to reach somewhere deep in him that makes
him see stars behind his eyes. His mouth drops open and he cries out at
that and the steady gaze from his beloved husband.
"I can't--can't deny my husband anything! La-Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!"
He tenses up and shouts, spilling over their joined hands, clenching around
his husband's cock.
Wei Ying's orgasm, the way he clenches around Lan Zhan so beautifully, with the cry of his name on those beloved lips, pushes Lan Zhan off that edge and he thrusts once more inside Wei Ying, body tensing as he orgasms.
He collapses forward, catching himself before he drops all of his weight on his husband, although he does drop his head to his shoulder, breathing heavily.
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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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Lan Zhan has to force his eyes open so he can stare down at his husband, spread out beneath him, and not get too lost in the pleasure, wanting to make sure Wei Ying finds his pleasure.
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He feels so full and breathes through to not clench so tightly around him. He pants and arches, reaching up to hold onto his husband's shoulder.
"Lan Zhan, you feel so good in me. Had you been waiting for this for so long?" he pants shamelessly. "Will you fuck your beloved Wei Ying until they could hear me cry your name all the way in Qinghe?"
He's hard and leaking against his own stomach. Wei Wuxian reaches to give himself a stroke in time with Lan Zhan's thrusts.
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"Yes," is all he can manage to say, followed by, "Wei Ying." And he shifts to rest his weight on one hand, reaching between them to cover Wei Ying's hand, stroking him as well.
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That yes echoes down to his soul. He knows Lan Zhan is saying yes to so much more than the filth that spills from him. The shift has him gasp, feeling Lan Zhan shift even deeper into him, somehow impossibly deeper. His eyes flutter shut as he rocks his hips against him. There's nothing else. There's only Lan Zhan. Only this wonderful man that's waited for him for so long and that Wei Wuxian trusts more than anyone ever.
"So big, Er-gege," he moans. "Relentless."
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He shifts, adjusting his the angle he's thrusting at, opening his eyes so he can stare down at Wei Ying, spread out so beautifully beneath him.
"Come for me, Wei Ying," he manages to say, heavily panting. His fingers flex around his cock. "I want to see you."
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When he shifts, Lan Zhan seems to reach somewhere deep in him that makes him see stars behind his eyes. His mouth drops open and he cries out at that and the steady gaze from his beloved husband.
"I can't--can't deny my husband anything! La-Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!"
He tenses up and shouts, spilling over their joined hands, clenching around his husband's cock.
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He collapses forward, catching himself before he drops all of his weight on his husband, although he does drop his head to his shoulder, breathing heavily.