[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]
[presses his lips together and tries to slow how hard he fucks back into his fingers, trying to act coy, but within his emotions he's already begging for it. his breath hitches, and with far less composure he manages to give a breathless reply]
Can I truly deny you anything? You're too cute when you're sincere. Please fill up every part of me. Anything you want. I'll gladly accept it.
[he wants him so badly it's like its own physical heat running through Wei Wuxian's veins; he always does, but there's a driving desire to learn what gives him pleasure, everything that gives him pleasure over again, which does tend to show up when Sidereal puts him in an unfamiliar body.
kisses him deep, deep, reaching for the drawer and nearly breaking it when he yanks it open, holding Wei Wuxian in place with the hand still on his ass, the fingers hooked deep inside him]
[breathless kisses are trailed along his skin as he pulls out the toy; it isn't meant to be a distraction, but Wei Wuxian makes each kiss a gift, full of tenderness and gratitude. he clenches around his cock with every inhale, ready and eager and wanting, and it really seems like the whole of him is experiencing pleasure from being in contact with Lan Wangji.
there is an extra little jolt when Lan Wangji's fingers brush up against a spot that he knows is normally sensitive in his normal body. the moan it illicits is soft and needy against his collarbone]
[Lan Wangji inhales sharply, breathing Wei Wuxian in; rocks his fingertips harder against that spot and puts pressure on his ass to press him down harder into his lap at the same time, coming back to kiss him as soon as humanly possible. if being close brings pleasure -- and it does for him too -- then they need to be as close as they humanly can.
he has a toy now but it's been dropped on the bed by their tangled legs while he moves him gently on his cock and his fingers, working him up, up, up a little more, kissing the noises out of his mouth like he means to hoard them away]
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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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his voice is rough when he does ask, but collected.]
Wei Ying.
Would like to use a toy on you, to fill you twice over.
May I?
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Can I truly deny you anything? You're too cute when you're sincere. Please fill up every part of me. Anything you want. I'll gladly accept it.
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kisses him deep, deep, reaching for the drawer and nearly breaking it when he yanks it open, holding Wei Wuxian in place with the hand still on his ass, the fingers hooked deep inside him]
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there is an extra little jolt when Lan Wangji's fingers brush up against a spot that he knows is normally sensitive in his normal body. the moan it illicits is soft and needy against his collarbone]
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he has a toy now but it's been dropped on the bed by their tangled legs while he moves him gently on his cock and his fingers, working him up, up, up a little more, kissing the noises out of his mouth like he means to hoard them away]
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i bring shame upon my house for sitting on a notif for a month
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