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]
[the noises he makes get louder and more enthusiastic, encouraging him exactly as he always does: by babbling in between kisses, words short and breathless]
Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, don't tease your wife so much. Didn't you have a toy for me?
[finally settles a firm arm around his waist to hold him still, though, forehead pressed to his as he picks the toy back up. Wei Wuxian feels it press against him a moment later; a hard one, and big, the same size as Lan Wangji, like he really does mean Wei Wuxian to feel like he's being fucked by two of him at once]
[he can't help but suck in a breath when he's breached all the same, eagerness singing in his veins. he's used to this stretch, even in a different body; he knows how to relax his muscles and breathe, how to flex in such a way that maximizes the pleasure for both of them. even if it's a toy, Lan Wangji can still feel it.]
Or would you prefer it if I'm more shy about this?
[smiles at him, that tiny subtle curve of his mouth]
Is Wei Ying feeling shy?
[the toy is sliding slow, slow, slow inside him, careful but inexorable, so that both his holes are getting filled and stretched satisfyingly; Lan Wangji's breathing quickens as he feels it as well, the added tightness around his own cock, the pressure and movement]
[he stays still aside from the clenching of muscles, letting Lan Wangji take his time with the toy and adjusting to the stretch with increasing levels of giddiness; it takes all of his willpower to not nip at that smile. he doesn't want to distract him until the toy is all the way in.]
Hmmmm~ I could act shy if you want me to. But it's impossible to play hard to get when you're already inside of me, so hasn't the time for being shy passed?
[it's finally slid as deep into him as Lan Wangji is, the narrowed part near the base giving him something to clench around and hold it inside him, the base itself pushed up against his sensitive rim. Lan Wangji's grown harder inside him, if anything]
And I will be. Lan Zhan should be as shameless as he likes, too. I gave you permission to do as you please, after all.
[presses their foreheads together and grips his hips, using him as leverage to grind down on both the toy and his cock. it sends a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine and he whimpers, rocking himself on them both like he can squeeze what he wants out of them if he tries hard enough]
[Lan Wangji is panting softly as Wei Wuxian uses him, every movement of Wei Wuxian on him wet and tantalizing heat. he's able to feel the toy in him through the thin barrier between them, a shifting pressure, shockingly good as well. it makes him grind up into Wei Wuxian in turn, feeling their mingled fluids from the first round making it even easier to thrust inside him; the way he's so wet it can't all stay inside him, sticky on their thighs...
he leans his shoulders back against the headboard somewhere in there, and uses it as leverage to rams his hips up at the same time Wei Wuxian drops down suddenly, a single impaling thrust to the core of his husband, as hard and deep as possible.]
[the shock of it makes him yelp, then he yelps again in shivering, limb-loosening pleasure. the cock feels like its burning a brand inside of him, hot and hard and intent on bruising him from the inside out. the dildo feels much the same with only less of a mess to contend with. it's impossible not to feel every hard angle it presents him with when it's fucked into him with that much force.]
T-truly...shameless.
[his mouth finds Lan Wangji's neck and nips at it hard enough to be reprimanding. they both know it's meant to be encouragement.]
[growls in approval and grabs his hips with bruising force to bounce him in his lap, lifting him almost high enough to empty him each time before filling him ruthlessly up again, every thrust renewing the exquisite pressure of the two cocks in him against each other; if Wei Wuxian can come again and again like this without a break Lan Wangji certainly means to wring as much pleasure from him as possible.]
S-so fast...ah, what a bully you are to your...p-poor wife, you fiend!
[he gasps out the words in between breathless kisses up his neck, before the pace becomes too intense and he gives up to simply ride his cocks as hard as his body can handle. he's forced to go at Lan Wangji's pace, to accept when he lifts him up and slams him down, but he gets his moneys worth out of it by grinding into it until he sees stars. the cresting wave of orgasm comes up faster this time, tinged with sensitivity at how rough it is.]
[his own words come out rough and ragged now, and he takes advantage of Wei Wuxian clinging so hard to him to turn them and shove him up against the headboard so he can fuck him into it in vicious, thudding jerks, feeling his orgasm rise, dragging him the rest of the way into it with brutal efficiency, teeth in his breast and hands implacably holding him up to be pounded...]
i bring shame upon my house for sitting on a notif for a month
[without the use of magic healing water he would, undoubtedly, be sore the next morning. there's a chance he might be sore even with it, given how rough they're being. but because he forgets every injury once it's healed and dwells only in the present, every sound that escapes his lips is a plea for more. he squirms and gasps and writhes in Lan Wangji's grip with a faltering rhythm--he doesn't have much room to move when his body is being roughly guided, but he still tries to match his pace right up until he's slammed up against the headboard with enough force that all he can do is hold on and ride it out.
it's maddening and addictive to be manhandled so easily, to be forced to take and take and take, to feel how pliant his body is, how easily he gives in. it incites a full body shiver in him that ripples and crashes like waves down his spine, down to where his cock isn't but should be; it rushes to the already overwhelming point of arousal behind his navel like a dam suddenly bursting when he feels his orgasm hit, finally too much for him to simply ride through it]
[Lan Wangji snarls outright into Wei Wuxian's soft skin, feeling his submission, how much he enjoys this treatment, the bright rush of heat and pleasure in his emotions and the physical sweetness as Wei Wuxian's body clenches on him greedily when he's driven past the brink. it's so good he feels he might die of it; so good he wants to drink of it forever, intoxicated, fulfilled. his teeth have left a perfect bitemrk on Wei Wuxian's breast. mine hangs between them like a burning brand.
his last few thrusts are relentless, but almost lazily slow and thorough, each one stoking Wei Wuxian's fading orgasm up anew; he kisses Wei Wuxian with surprising gentleness when he finally, finally comes as well, filling him once again as he's pinned in place.]
[Wei Wuxian squirms in his grip, whining in protest at the mix of a fading orgasm and one that's being built back up stroke by stroke; being kissed and filled comes as almost a relief. it's something to focus on beyond the overabundance of stimulation wreaking havoc on him. his kisses are soft and needy, every one like a drip of honey pressing sweetly into his mouth, a taste there-and-gone over and over as he tries to let the air back into their lungs.]
[they breathe, and kiss, and breathe again, pressed together, warm and sticky and still-joined, the ghost of pleasure shivering along their nerves with every breath even when their bodies have settled a little more.
Lan Wangji relaxes the arm around Wei Wuxian without going so far as to release him, reaching up to gently brush the hair away from his face and just...look at him for a moment, eyes honey-dark and warm]
[holds his gaze with clear eyes and drinks in every subtle little shift in his expression as if he fully intends to memorize the way his lips fall, the shape of his brow, the way he speaks with his eyes. his voice is a murmur as low as a lullaby.]
I'll get embarrassed if you keep staring at me like that.
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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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Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, don't tease your wife so much. Didn't you have a toy for me?
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[finally settles a firm arm around his waist to hold him still, though, forehead pressed to his as he picks the toy back up. Wei Wuxian feels it press against him a moment later; a hard one, and big, the same size as Lan Wangji, like he really does mean Wei Wuxian to feel like he's being fucked by two of him at once]
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[he can't help but suck in a breath when he's breached all the same, eagerness singing in his veins. he's used to this stretch, even in a different body; he knows how to relax his muscles and breathe, how to flex in such a way that maximizes the pleasure for both of them. even if it's a toy, Lan Wangji can still feel it.]
Or would you prefer it if I'm more shy about this?
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Is Wei Ying feeling shy?
[the toy is sliding slow, slow, slow inside him, careful but inexorable, so that both his holes are getting filled and stretched satisfyingly; Lan Wangji's breathing quickens as he feels it as well, the added tightness around his own cock, the pressure and movement]
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Hmmmm~ I could act shy if you want me to. But it's impossible to play hard to get when you're already inside of me, so hasn't the time for being shy passed?
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[it's finally slid as deep into him as Lan Wangji is, the narrowed part near the base giving him something to clench around and hold it inside him, the base itself pushed up against his sensitive rim. Lan Wangji's grown harder inside him, if anything]
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[presses their foreheads together and grips his hips, using him as leverage to grind down on both the toy and his cock. it sends a jolt of pleasure straight up his spine and he whimpers, rocking himself on them both like he can squeeze what he wants out of them if he tries hard enough]
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he leans his shoulders back against the headboard somewhere in there, and uses it as leverage to rams his hips up at the same time Wei Wuxian drops down suddenly, a single impaling thrust to the core of his husband, as hard and deep as possible.]
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[the shock of it makes him yelp, then he yelps again in shivering, limb-loosening pleasure. the cock feels like its burning a brand inside of him, hot and hard and intent on bruising him from the inside out. the dildo feels much the same with only less of a mess to contend with. it's impossible not to feel every hard angle it presents him with when it's fucked into him with that much force.]
T-truly...shameless.
[his mouth finds Lan Wangji's neck and nips at it hard enough to be reprimanding. they both know it's meant to be encouragement.]
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[he gasps out the words in between breathless kisses up his neck, before the pace becomes too intense and he gives up to simply ride his cocks as hard as his body can handle. he's forced to go at Lan Wangji's pace, to accept when he lifts him up and slams him down, but he gets his moneys worth out of it by grinding into it until he sees stars. the cresting wave of orgasm comes up faster this time, tinged with sensitivity at how rough it is.]
Don't...don't stop. Don't you dare stop.
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[his own words come out rough and ragged now, and he takes advantage of Wei Wuxian clinging so hard to him to turn them and shove him up against the headboard so he can fuck him into it in vicious, thudding jerks, feeling his orgasm rise, dragging him the rest of the way into it with brutal efficiency, teeth in his breast and hands implacably holding him up to be pounded...]
i bring shame upon my house for sitting on a notif for a month
[without the use of magic healing water he would, undoubtedly, be sore the next morning. there's a chance he might be sore even with it, given how rough they're being. but because he forgets every injury once it's healed and dwells only in the present, every sound that escapes his lips is a plea for more. he squirms and gasps and writhes in Lan Wangji's grip with a faltering rhythm--he doesn't have much room to move when his body is being roughly guided, but he still tries to match his pace right up until he's slammed up against the headboard with enough force that all he can do is hold on and ride it out.
it's maddening and addictive to be manhandled so easily, to be forced to take and take and take, to feel how pliant his body is, how easily he gives in. it incites a full body shiver in him that ripples and crashes like waves down his spine, down to where his cock isn't but should be; it rushes to the already overwhelming point of arousal behind his navel like a dam suddenly bursting when he feels his orgasm hit, finally too much for him to simply ride through it]
oops
his last few thrusts are relentless, but almost lazily slow and thorough, each one stoking Wei Wuxian's fading orgasm up anew; he kisses Wei Wuxian with surprising gentleness when he finally, finally comes as well, filling him once again as he's pinned in place.]
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Lan Wangji relaxes the arm around Wei Wuxian without going so far as to release him, reaching up to gently brush the hair away from his face and just...look at him for a moment, eyes honey-dark and warm]
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I'll get embarrassed if you keep staring at me like that.
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