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[this is probably the least put-together he's ever seen Lan Wangji in this lifetime: stripped down and kneeling in the dirt in front of him, skin and scars on full display, the sleek fall of his hair tangled around Wei Wuxian's fingers and sliding over Wei Wuxian's thighs, eyes lidded in concentration and lips stretched open and mouth full, a trace of flush finally visible on his cheeks. shameless, indeed.

he hums in answer when Wei Wuxian talks, a pleased vibration that just adds to it all; his thumbs trace little soothing circles on Wei Wuxian's skin as he deepthroats him, sweet and intense, not holding back at all on driving Wei Wuxian the rest of the way to orgasm]

[he's trembling, he realizes as he feels Lan Wangji's steadier hand on him. breath quickening as he tries to give warning--but nothing escapes him for too long, made silent by the want to use a name. the tugs on Lan Wangji's hair aren't very strong, either, Wei Wuxian not wanting to purposefully hurt him even as he quickly loses ability to think clearly at all.

he barely manages to get out a near strangled "Hanguan--" before he's cumming, spilling into Lan Wangji's mouth with a cry he doesn't think to try to stifle at all.]

[has to close his eyes for a moment, dazed, as he swallows, feeling the tense and arch of Wei Wuxian's body.

five days without touching Wei Wuxian this way, without hearing him make those sounds and tasting him on his lips, is a long time. he wants him so, so badly, wants to keep going without a pause or a break. knows Wei Wuxian could take it if he did. would even like it by the end.

...

eases gently back and sits up so he can pull him into his arms, instead]

[he's easy to maneuver if only because he's nearly completely limp, still reeling from the high of his orgasm. the almost dazed-like sound he makes is really less about protesting the movements and more about feeling warm hands on him, arms wrapping around him, and wanting more of that somehow.

after a moment of being held, however, Wei Wuxian blinks almost owlishly up at Lan Wangji, seeming to register something.]

... you swallowed...?

[as coolly as though he'd been drinking tea, rather than sucking cock with great abandon just now:]

Should not leave mess.

[he's still flushed and disheveled, though.]

[there's a moment of dumbfounded silence.

and then Wei Wuxian's just. laughing. still a little dazed and airy in sound, but delighted by the humor.]

Really... is that one of the rules...?

Is it not?

[combing bits of treebark out of Wei Wuxian's hair with his fingers, idly, while he laughs and catches his breath]

Wouldn't you be the one who knows?

[he lets out a contented sigh at the combing of his hair before he shifts, a hand lifting up to touch at the branding scar on Lan Wangji's chest. there's curiosity still about the scars, but he doesn't ask just now. instead, he places a kiss on it, remembering how it felt to get burned himself.]

It's not a bad rule. Is there one for both people being satisfied?

[he can feel the faint tremor run through Lan Wangji when he's kissed; feel the hard curve of Lan Wangji's erection pressed between them]

"Have courtesy and integrity."

[Wei Wuxian's hand has no trouble finding that hardness to grab hold of, fingers curling around the shaft while his thumb rubs at the head, as he stretches up to lowly breathe into Lan Wangji's ear:]

Hanguang-Jun's been very politely holding back. I'd say that's plenty of both. Don't you?

[this ear? now Wei Wuxian gets to do the biting and the sucking, on the lobe.]

[gasps, soft and ragged, rocking readily into Wei Wuxian's grip, the tip slick under his thumb.

it's his turn to tilt against the tree, his head pressed back against it, his skin hot under Wei Wuxian's mouth; surrender, in his quiet way]

[he lets Lan Wangji set the pace, stroking his hand along the length and matching those needy movements. his mouth maps its way along Lan Wangji's jawline back to his chin, leaned in close enough to brush lips but not kissing quite yet.]

How honest this part of you is. Holding back so much... you're still a young man, Er-gege~ It's not healthy.

[growls a little, that low aggravated rumble, and shifts to catch his mouth in another of those greedy, oddly soft kisses. the thrust of his hips is already growing urgent, in contrast. he worked himself up a lot already just getting Wei Wuxian off]

[he shivers when he hears the growl, the thrill of hearing a promise rather than a threat. it'd be easy to lose himself in exploring the different flavors of the kiss, but he primarily focuses on working Lan Wangji closer to completion, hand tightening slightly and quickening its pace to meet that urgency, get ahead of it.]

[he forgets himself, as he approaches the edge, breathing ever more harsh, hands going near-bruising on Wei Wuxian's skin as he presses him closer, closer, closer, nipping at his lip and jaw, his entire body tensing, lifting Wei Wuxian on top of him as he arches--

for all that, he's quiet even when he comes.]

[if anything, the rougher treatment has Wei Wuxian giving sounds of approval, random words of enticing encouragement coming from his mouth between the kisses, soft and harsh alike, as he strokes Lan Wangji through his orgasm. even he's breathing a bit hard when the other man settles more, watching Lan Wangji closely]

[it's strange seeing him like this, softened in a way he isn't even in sleep, the stern lines of his face relaxed, his eyes closed. he's still leaning into the brush of Wei Wuxian's mouth, but his habitually-straight spine curves as he slumps against the tree.

they actually are kind of a mess, now]

[just a little. a fact Wei Wuxian is realizing as he draws his hand back. and yet, he simply settles atop Lan Wangji almost lazily. he fully intends to indulge in this moment until the other man recovers.

he does look at his hand, though, slick and quickly becoming sticky.]

Ah... it figures I'd break a rule right off.

[and just because curiosity gets the better of him, he laps at his hand as if trying to clean it like a cat.]

[Lan Wangji's eyes flicker open in the middle of that, dilated and hazy--then they go very wide indeed, fixed on his face, his mouth]

[Wei Wuxian only notices when he's working on cleaning his palm, pausing and flushing when he meets Lan Wangji's stare.]

What? You're the one who said there shouldn't be mess.

[opens his mouth: Wei Ying, he can almost hear, scolding and flustered, Lan Wangji's normal cool aloofness temporarily gone on vacation

drags him in for another kiss instead; can't help himself]

[there's something like a surprised laugh as he's dragged in for another kiss--oh, is that what you wanted, Lan Zhan?

thoroughly indulging in this kiss.]

[he chases the taste of himself in Wei Wuxian's mouth, hands clenched in his hair...makes sure to nip his lip before letting the kiss break. he's still breathing hard]

Very shameless.

[so much biting but they're all comfortable mild stings mapping his body and thus only mild half-hearted objection sounds this time.]

I'm going to start taking it as a compliment at this rate.

Mm.

[good, he means.

...rests his face in Wei Wuxian's shoulder after, though, just breathing him in instead of supporting him for a second, a brief vulnerable gesture]

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