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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"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.