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[weiyingdown]

Not even when I deserve to be ignored? Ahhh, now I'm flattered by the attention.

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[thinks something faintly incoherent, something perhaps like i'll show you flattery, and rolls their hips together properly]

[weiyingdown]

[that earns him a surprised squeak as his fluffy ears go flat on his head. he reflexively grabs onto Lan Wangji's horns to steady himself from rolling right off of him]

[one_note]

[puts his hands on his sides to steady him, with a laughing huff (it just sounds like a huff)]

Careful.

[weiyingdown]

Don't startle me then!

[his heartbeat is pounding fast against his chest; he retaliates with a buck of his hips]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji's eyes flutter closed, and he arches up into it this time, long and lazy]

[weiyingdown]

Oh.

[his hands slip off of the horns and slide down, feather-light, to Lan Wangji's hips. he gives a tug at the waistband of his pants, not even bothering to stop grinding against him as he works to pull them down]

[one_note]

[fortunately, he does not have a dragon dick,

the scales wind down in strange patterns over his body, though, in lines over his ribs and hips, the sides of his thighs, like they're growing in and around from the wings...]

[weiyingdown]

[maybe he'd be fine with a dragon dick, you don't know

he touches the scales with the same care he's shown to his scars before, trying to etch the shape of them into his memory in case he never sees them again. the rock of his hips slows as he bends down to kiss at the edges of where the scales meet his rips, lips brushing skin and scales alike]

[one_note]

[he combs his hand through Wei Wuxian's hair again and again, fingers pressing easily and deliciously at the base of those fox ears...Wei Wuxian feels the electric shiver that runs through him at the touch of his mouth.]

[weiyingdown]

[groans, needy and loud from just that touch alone; he pushes his head up into his hand, urging him to continue as he presses kisses all the way down his side from ribs to hips. once he reaches the curve of his ass he stops and drags his tongue over a sensitive spot, leaving a glistening trail as he shifts to the other side to do the same thing all over again]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji's eyes are an almost physical heat on him, watching every little move he makes even as he feels it, shifting into the touches and kisses, not yet unrestrained but clearly enjoying it. his hand slides deeper into Wei Wuxian's hair, massaging his scalp and ears as he's asking, nails occasionally trailing down the back of his neck to make him shiver]

[weiyingdown]

[every time he gets a good spot he's rewarded with an appreciative sound, confirmation that he's enjoying it. his head is abuzz with memories of the last time they did this, and without really thinking about it his hands drift down Lan Wangji's front and rub at him lightly now that there's no material in the way]

Are you warmed up yet? You were so cold before. Tell me what you want and I'll do it, Er-gege.

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[arches again lazily into the touch, lifting Wei Wuxian on top of him like it's nothing; his cock's hot and hard and full in his hand, his skin indeed warmed where they're pressed together, where Wei Wuxian's touched him. the question escapes him as a slow breath, barely audible]

May I show you?

[weiyingdown]

[keeps stroking at him as he considers; his tails brush up and down his bare thighs, soft and tickling and warm, warm, warm]

By all means. Showing is better than telling.

[one_note]

[sits up on an elbow briefly, tugging a pillow under his own head and reaching into the nightstand drawer again. there's that familiar clink of glass, though he just sets the oil bottle on the bed for now

then, once he's lain back down, he tugs Wei Wuxian...up his body? getting him to kneel over his chest instead of his hips]

[weiyingdown]

[lets himself be tugged along willingly despite the bemused look on his face. he lets his tails be frisky where his hands can't be, exploring the parts of Lan Wangji that they can reach. if he can distract him and draw it out, all the better]

[one_note]

[doesn't seem to have any complaints about this!! the fur feels strange and good on his skin; warm, alive, part of Wei Wuxian. he doesn't try to surprise him either, just uses his hands to guide and tilt him into position. Wei Wuxian can further support himself on the headboard if he needs to, when Lan Wangji closes his lips delicately around the head of his cock]

[weiyingdown]

[even when he gets closer and closer, he doesn't think that's actually what Lan Wangji is going for until he feels his lips touch the sensitive tip. he grips the headboard so hard he's sure he hears his crack--his nails have at least left a mark.]

H-Hanguang-Jun, you don't--you'll get dirty.

[one_note]

[hums around him without pulling away at all, an inquisitive note, eyes on his face]

[weiyingdown]

[it is taking every ounce of his willpower to not ram himself into the back of his throat oh my god

he has a newfound appreciation for how steady Lan Wangji was when their positions were reversed. doesn't dare take his hands off of the headboard, but he does allow himself to look down and get a full view of exactly what's happening]

You don't have to do that. Really.

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[takes him deeper in answer.

it's a little awkward -- the angle is difficult, and he has to keep his mouth stretched wide, be very, very careful to touch Wei Wuxian's cock with his lips and tongue but not his sharpened teeth -- but it's still hot, wet, the view absolutely filthy]

[weiyingdown]

[cuts off a keen before it can escape his throat; his restraint frays and he rocks into it. his tails writhe against Lan Wangji's bare stomach and his thighs tense, locking them both in place]

H-Hanguang-Jun, Er-gege, please...

[he doesn't know what he's begging for, but it is undoubtedly a plea]

[one_note]

[strokes his thumbs over his hips, steadying and comforting, and starts working his mouth around him in earnest, slow and steady, ignoring any ache in his neck and jaw. it's worth it to watch Wei Wuxian lose his mind right above him]

[weiyingdown]

Ah--oh, f-faster...

[his cheeks are on fire, sounds spilling from his mouth with every bit of movement. he doesn't dare move or do anything that might make Lan Wangji stop, but oh, it doesn't take long for him to turn into a trembling mess. his claws have dug into the headboard so tightly it's the only reason he's still remotely upright; his head hangs down, black hair spilling down his front as he watches Lan Wangji work with wide eyes and parted lips. the illusion doesn't flicker once--instead it becomes sharper, more real, like he's holding tightly onto it in order to keep himself from losing control entirely]