[groans into the crook of his neck at the mere sound of his name, already overcome. his voice his hoarse, barely above a whisper; he sounds like his might pass out any second from how excited he is]
[strokes his hair, trying to calm them both just a little...it's hard. both of them can feel how worked up the other is; that alone drives their arousal even higher.]
[kisses the top of his head, and reaches for a small tray they keep tubside, for situations like this]
Mm. Once more.
[Wei Wuxian isn't shifted from his spot in Lan Wangji's lap, his face in Lan Wangji's shoulder, but he feels the blunt and gentle pressure of a toy against his ass again nonetheless]
[gives a little whine, the kind he makes when he's feeling particularly petulant about a toy compared to the real thing]
I rile you up and all I get is something so cold in return? How cruel~!
[it is by no means a protest to stop: he kisses along his neck and lets his legs spread a little wider, inviting. the whining is only a reminder that he wants the real thing eventually]
[shh, shh. Lan Wangji slips the plug into him -- not particularly large or hard, just enough to make him feel filled there again -- and then guides his hips so Wei Wuxian can slide back down onto his cock. he's relatively gentle now, conscious of how sore he must be at this point...]
[he's sore and not a little overstimulated still; he sucks in a gasp when his cock slides in, muscles tensing briefly before he relaxes bodily into Lan Wangji's chest. he's satisfied enough just being full. it could almost lull him to sleep if he still wasn't painfully turned on]
[he's being moved, Lan Wangji's hands easily lifting his hips in long, liquid movements in the water, slow and sensual and utterly pleasurable every time he sinks down again; if he wants, all he has to do is relax and let his husband do the work here. he's kissed on the cheek, then the top of one ear. Lan Wangji murmurs:]
Haha! No need to heap on praises when I haven't done anything.
[lets himself relax into it after some internal consideration, positively boneless in his arms as he's ever so gently rocked up and down. something inside of his glows warm with the praise despite his words; he drinks up every thing Lan Wangji says about him like it's water in a desert, and this is no exception. he punctuates every push down with a little extra squeeze, clenching around him with a sigh.]
[he gets more worked up by Lan Wangji speaking then he does from the movement. the rhythm almost matching his thrusts, the deep tenor of his voice, the sweetness of his words are enough to pull him from his languid stupor and nip at his jawline, voice hoarse and scattered and needy]
Are you trying to set a record from making me come too quickly?
[Lan Wangji's frame shakes with a silent laugh, though it does turn into a gasp as Wei Wuxian picks up the pace; he supports him and helps him move as he wishes, hard and leaking inside him, hips rolling almost lazily in contrast]
Well of course. I can't have anyone else see you act like this, so it can only be for me. Ah...still...you're too much.
[whines as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, pleasure building until he's panting heavy and messy, pupils blown wide, lips parted a breath away from ecstasy. he keeps his eyes on Lan Wangji's face; it's impossible for him to look away]
[Lan Wangji looks back at him, just as avid and devoted, utterly softened from the cool jade figure of Hanguang-Jun everyone else sees, flushed and messy and damp and utterly hot against him and inside him, utterly human. his breathing is harsh as they move and move and move, working up to that final peak with him with blissful inevitability, murmuring a low command in his ear...]
[he laughs as Lan Wangji's words send him over the edge, giddy with the sound of his voice and the feel of his skin, warm with the knowledge that this is his alone. his movements stutter and slow as he tips his head until his forehead is pressed against his shoulder, but he doesn't stop, determined to wring out as much of an orgasm as he can]
[Lan Wangji gasps as Wei Wuxian reaches his orgasm, the sensation and emotion of it sweeping him straight into his own as well. he's still fucking gently up into him through it as he pulses wet heat deep into him, holding onto him tight, tight; absolutely overcome.]
[when he's finally too lazy to keep rocking through the aftermath his hips still, and he presses a line of kisses from his shoulder and up his neck to his cheek. it's impossible to do anything else when his heart is fit to burst from what he feels and what Lan Wangji feels. the only option is to keep touching him, keep drinking him in, memorize every inch of him.]
Mm, you smell so nice still. It almost feels like a shame to clean you up when we're just going to mess around more later.
[tbh he wouldn't be above using a toy either--he never is, even when he whines about it. he cannnot help that he loves his husband best of all. but he is MORE than happy with the current arrangement and barnacles onto Lan Wangji as they stand to make their way to the bed. he is pliant and obliging up until they're in bed. once they're settled his hands start wandering in search of knotted muscles all along Lan Wangji's back and thighs and working them loose, releasing any tenseness there]
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Lan Zhan, you're being far too seductive.
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Want you.
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Y-you can have me! Take me as much as you want.
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Mm. Once more.
[Wei Wuxian isn't shifted from his spot in Lan Wangji's lap, his face in Lan Wangji's shoulder, but he feels the blunt and gentle pressure of a toy against his ass again nonetheless]
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I rile you up and all I get is something so cold in return? How cruel~!
[it is by no means a protest to stop: he kisses along his neck and lets his legs spread a little wider, inviting. the whining is only a reminder that he wants the real thing eventually]
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Ahhh, good boy...
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Wei Ying is good.
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[lets himself relax into it after some internal consideration, positively boneless in his arms as he's ever so gently rocked up and down. something inside of his glows warm with the praise despite his words; he drinks up every thing Lan Wangji says about him like it's water in a desert, and this is no exception. he punctuates every push down with a little extra squeeze, clenching around him with a sigh.]
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Wei Ying deserves praise, always. He is clever, and beautiful, and skilled. Would have no other husband.
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Are you trying to set a record from making me come too quickly?
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He deserves pleasure as well.
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Embarrassing! Shameless!
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For you.
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[whines as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge, pleasure building until he's panting heavy and messy, pupils blown wide, lips parted a breath away from ecstasy. he keeps his eyes on Lan Wangji's face; it's impossible for him to look away]
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[Lan Wangji looks back at him, just as avid and devoted, utterly softened from the cool jade figure of Hanguang-Jun everyone else sees, flushed and messy and damp and utterly hot against him and inside him, utterly human. his breathing is harsh as they move and move and move, working up to that final peak with him with blissful inevitability, murmuring a low command in his ear...]
Come, Wei Ying.
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Mm, you smell so nice still. It almost feels like a shame to clean you up when we're just going to mess around more later.
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Much, inside Wei Ying.
Shall we keep it there, until then?
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[they can. they have done it before. he's just making it a challenge.]
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Hm.
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[he's just being silly, since he still leans over to grab the towels that were placed within arms reach and draping one over each of them]
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honestly he was going to use another toy for this but he's not above indulging Wei Wuxian as much as possible]
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