[the breath is punched out of him for a moment, gravity pulling them together so sharply that he can't get air past the pleasure. his whole body shudders and it feels almost like an orgasm; a prequel of one, like it's building up to more.]
Lan Zhan--
[lifts himself up, leg muscles taut, and slams himself down--again, and again, and again, each shock feeling better than the last as their bodies adjust to the new angle, opening up for one another easily]
[Lan Wangji's ears are burning, his entire face hot; he's holding still so Wei Wuxian can satisfy himself on his cock, the faintest tremble going through his coiled-taut muscles and straight spine. his enthusiasm's obvious in the way he's helping Wei Wuxian slam himself down, though, holding him steady, helping pull him down harder, brusing his hips afresh. it feels impossibly good for him too--different, certainly, but Wei Wuxian taking him in is always incredible. the climb towards orgasm is inexorable; they're both so close, close, close.]
[settles his hands on Lan Wangji's shoulders for better leverage and goes as hard and fast as his muscles will allow. he stops thinking of it as strange or different or new and think of it only as passion and pleasure, their bodies intertwined like always. each time Lan Wangji's cock spears him he lets out a cry, louder and louder until he's yelling like he wants the world to hear him come]
[he finally snaps before Wei Wuxian does, all the tension winding through him at each yell coming to a head at once: he slams his hips up sharply, and again, burying himself completely inside as he comes at long, long last, pleasure lighting-bright through the bond and the heat of it deep, deep inside Wei Wuxian, possessive and claiming...]
[its a cascading effect; the moment Wei Wuxian feels an orgasm ripple between them, feel the slick inside of him, it's enough to push him over the edge. he leans down and bites Lan Wangji's shoulder, muffling the noises he makes as he rocks them both through it; he encourages their bodies to keep going until there's nothing left]
[Lan Wangji does keep going, in a fashion, unsteady but rocking into him in stuttering, grinding little strokes like he means to push his come even deeper into him, sparking jolts of oversensitive pleasure even as the high of their orgasm settles. he's wrapped up in Lan Wangji's arms, the new softness of his body pressed against hard muscle, as close to him as possible.]
[only once his body is spent do his teeth unclench from around his shoulder; he kisses at the teeth marks, from his shoulder to his collarbone to his neck and up to his lips]
I wanted to start with twins. We'll need plenty more after that, don't you think?
[he is more or less ready to go again, and takes some small pleasure in it; his body knows what he wants and is eager to give it to him. but he lets them rest in the afterglow, soft and pressed up against the hard muscle of Lan Wangji's body, finding a space to fit comfortably.]
[oh no. Lan Wangji can absolutely feel his readiness and is delighted and pleased even if he can't follow suit immediately. spring books probably did not make the refactory period difference between sexes as obvious as the actual sex acts,]
Mm. A large family.
[he'll occupy himself for now with touching Wei Wuxian more gently, hands skimming down his back and sides and hips and ass and the sides of his thighs, luxuriant petting that is also absolutely feeling him up]
[stifles a giggle when Lan Wangji touches a surprisingly ticklish spot; his hands wander across his chest to toy with his nipples, making sure not to let his excitement wind down at all]
And pets, right? No dogs, of course, but kids love pets. Sizhui looked after the rabbits, didn't he? It builds character!
[he can feel Lan Wangji's cock jerk again at the touch on his nipples, never really gone soft inside him...he's so, so eager to learn how else they can fuck like this, a heartbeat-pulse of desire at the novelty and Wei Wuxian's welcome.
his hands wander ever more intimately, until Wei Wuxian feels a callused thumb brush directly over his clit again, stroking at it as they talk and his husband keeps him solidly filled up]
[swallows hard and forgets to respond to the question for a moment; his eyes go heavy as he enjoys the strange decadence of being pleasantly aroused, ready and waiting]
I hadn't thought about it much, really. Do kids like birds? Maybe some birds.
[Lan Wangji's deep voice is so normal and unflustered, even as his thumb works over that point of pleasure without stopping, rubbing at the tender flesh around it as well, varying pressure as he finds what sends pleasure pooling anew in Wei Wuxian's belly, feeding that arousal]
[the attention makes him squirm once pleasure starts to build into a heat that can't be ignored; one tender spot makes his hips twitch and sends him into a full body shiver, a flush rising up to his cheeks. it's too easy to be wrecked like this.]
N-no chickens. I'll only want to—ah, eat them for dinner!
[fond, cinching his arm more securely against Wei Wuxian's waist so he's free to squirm without ever getting away, exploring that spot once he finds it with easy thoroughness. he's getting hard again very quickly, just feeling Wei Wuxian twitch and leak around him]
[he squirms without trying to get away--he never wants to escape from Lan Wangji for real. part of the fun is just pretending. his legs spread wider, welcoming the exploration and trying not to feel too baffled by how wet he is. he knows it's only a sign that his body really, really likes what's happening. before long he's panting and gasping at Lan Wangji's touches and only just barely keeping himself from begging for more.]
I can't help it if I have a healthy appetite! Spicy chicken sounds delicious. Hanguang-Jun sounds delicious too.
[it feels too hot in his own skin; he leans in, straining against his own self control before their lips brush. then he can do nothing but devour and nip and lick as his hips snap into Lan Wangji with more force, demanding everything his hand can give. pleasure is wrung from him in scattered, desperate moans as they find a spot, and then another, until his whole body is singing Lan Wangji's praises.]
[Lan Wangji rocks his hips up in turn, fucks him with his cock, fucks him with his fingers to the point of sliding one or two into him alongside it. he's wet enough to take it, open enough to be filled further, his husband's mouth hungry on his skin again as they rock together.
his other hand slides around, eventually; Wei Wuxian finds his other hole being teased by fingers warm and slick from his own body, as well...]
[his whole face heats up the instant he feels that extra tease. he shamelessly, shamelessly wants every hole filled immediately. he settles for trying to fuck back and forward at the same time, slick and needy and whining for it]
[Lan Wangji doesn't wait, pushes two fingers into him at the first pleading whine, wanting to satisfy him; there may not be that convenient pleasurable spot inside him to rub at, but it still feels familiar and good, the nerves stretched and sensitive, the shallow thrusting an extra fullness and movement that makes him feel even tighter around Lan Wangji's cock and intensifies his pleasure.
Insatiable! Incorrigible! Who says I'll let you, huh? As if your wife could be so easy...
[his words don't match his actions in the slightest; he chases his lips and eagerly rocks into his touches. he likes that Lan Wangji is paying attention to him more than anything. that he is loved, wanted, desired no matter his form. it makes him clench around his fingers and his cock, squeeze them tight like he has no intention of letting them go.]
You have to--oh, right there--you have to tell me I'm pretty before you start sticking parts of your body into me. It's a requirement.
[grinds into him easily, alternating the delicious thrust of his fingers and cock inside him, pressing little biting kisses to his mouth and his neck and shoulders, anywhere he can reach to put his mark on him]
What should he be offered, if I wish to use something else?
[his mind goes completely blank, lost in the rhythm of rocking into his fingers and spearing himself deeper onto his cock. a wandering hand slides up Lan Wangji's chest and pinches his nipple, toying with it until it's cute and swollen red]
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[the breath is punched out of him for a moment, gravity pulling them together so sharply that he can't get air past the pleasure. his whole body shudders and it feels almost like an orgasm; a prequel of one, like it's building up to more.]
Lan Zhan--
[lifts himself up, leg muscles taut, and slams himself down--again, and again, and again, each shock feeling better than the last as their bodies adjust to the new angle, opening up for one another easily]
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[settles his hands on Lan Wangji's shoulders for better leverage and goes as hard and fast as his muscles will allow. he stops thinking of it as strange or different or new and think of it only as passion and pleasure, their bodies intertwined like always. each time Lan Wangji's cock spears him he lets out a cry, louder and louder until he's yelling like he wants the world to hear him come]
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That's...at least one baby.
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Mm.
[kisses him sweet, slow, soft]
Wei Ying wanted twins.
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[he is more or less ready to go again, and takes some small pleasure in it; his body knows what he wants and is eager to give it to him. but he lets them rest in the afterglow, soft and pressed up against the hard muscle of Lan Wangji's body, finding a space to fit comfortably.]
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Mm. A large family.
[he'll occupy himself for now with touching Wei Wuxian more gently, hands skimming down his back and sides and hips and ass and the sides of his thighs, luxuriant petting that is also absolutely feeling him up]
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And pets, right? No dogs, of course, but kids love pets. Sizhui looked after the rabbits, didn't he? It builds character!
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[he can feel Lan Wangji's cock jerk again at the touch on his nipples, never really gone soft inside him...he's so, so eager to learn how else they can fuck like this, a heartbeat-pulse of desire at the novelty and Wei Wuxian's welcome.
his hands wander ever more intimately, until Wei Wuxian feels a callused thumb brush directly over his clit again, stroking at it as they talk and his husband keeps him solidly filled up]
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I hadn't thought about it much, really. Do kids like birds? Maybe some birds.
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[Lan Wangji's deep voice is so normal and unflustered, even as his thumb works over that point of pleasure without stopping, rubbing at the tender flesh around it as well, varying pressure as he finds what sends pleasure pooling anew in Wei Wuxian's belly, feeding that arousal]
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N-no chickens. I'll only want to—ah, eat them for dinner!
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[fond, cinching his arm more securely against Wei Wuxian's waist so he's free to squirm without ever getting away, exploring that spot once he finds it with easy thoroughness. he's getting hard again very quickly, just feeling Wei Wuxian twitch and leak around him]
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I can't help it if I have a healthy appetite! Spicy chicken sounds delicious. Hanguang-Jun sounds delicious too.
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Would give Wei Ying anything he craved.
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The only thing I truly crave is you, obviously.
[it feels too hot in his own skin; he leans in, straining against his own self control before their lips brush. then he can do nothing but devour and nip and lick as his hips snap into Lan Wangji with more force, demanding everything his hand can give. pleasure is wrung from him in scattered, desperate moans as they find a spot, and then another, until his whole body is singing Lan Wangji's praises.]
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his other hand slides around, eventually; Wei Wuxian finds his other hole being teased by fingers warm and slick from his own body, as well...]
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[his whole face heats up the instant he feels that extra tease. he shamelessly, shamelessly wants every hole filled immediately. he settles for trying to fuck back and forward at the same time, slick and needy and whining for it]
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Lan Wangji kisses his mouth, indulgent, sweet]
Will have you here next.
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[his words don't match his actions in the slightest; he chases his lips and eagerly rocks into his touches. he likes that Lan Wangji is paying attention to him more than anything. that he is loved, wanted, desired no matter his form. it makes him clench around his fingers and his cock, squeeze them tight like he has no intention of letting them go.]
You have to--oh, right there--you have to tell me I'm pretty before you start sticking parts of your body into me. It's a requirement.
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[grinds into him easily, alternating the delicious thrust of his fingers and cock inside him, pressing little biting kisses to his mouth and his neck and shoulders, anywhere he can reach to put his mark on him]
What should he be offered, if I wish to use something else?
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...Ask nicely?
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i bring shame upon my house for sitting on a notif for a month
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