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[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.

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

[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.

[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]

[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]

[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]

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]

[he doesn't stop. he doesn't get less deliberate either, pacing it out and making sure he doesn't actually hurt him, the hands on him keeping him from bucking forward too sharply. it is -- something, to see Wei Wuxian in his old body, like this, an unexpected gift that makes his heart ache.

eventually he can't resist, and Wei Wuxian feels one palm leave his hip, hears the oil bottle being messed with, feels that hand slide along his skin underneath the spread of tails, searching]

[his tails all perk up, opening a path, inviting as they guide his hand towards its goal. he loses the battle with restraint and bucks into Lan Wangji's solid grasp. it's too much to see that beautiful jade-like face under him, to feel how slippery his cock is as it slides in and out from between his lips, the movement of his tongue against the underside of the shaft, the tightness of his lips wrapping around him, his own hungry moans and nonsense babbling...

when one of Lan Wangji's cold, slicked fingers brushes the rim of his ass he bucks again, pre-cum squirting sticky and hot into Lan Wangji's mouth]

[actually starts purring as he swallows it, pleased and possessive and ridiculous, a vibration that goes straight up Wei Wuxian's spine...

he's pretty glad he didn't grow claws. presses two fingers in at once, persistent and stretching and seeking the right spot immediately, not wasting time with Wei Wuxian already so strung out]

[he's half undone with that touch alone, his hips thrusting against his hand with more urgency, his breaths going more ragged, getting deeper and needier, torn between going forward or back, lost only in the thought of being filled completely. his hands unclench from the headboard to tangle into Lan Wangji's hair, chest heaving with the pleasure of it, wanting more and more and more]

[grips his hip even harder to control him, tugging against the hands in his hair to get Wei Wuxian nearly down his throat, and slides a third finger into him as soon as he can take it.

he fucked him hard and fast with them last time; this time he does something else, the movement inside Wei Wuxian slower and deeper, keeping him filled. when he finds Wei Wuxian's prostate his fingertips settle against it, a steady massage that stays there, continuous and merciless, a throb of pleasure that won't end, won't break.

he's breathless, his body feeling hot all over, wings flexing just behind where Wei Wuxian's knees dig into the mattress. his gaze is still locked on him.]

[he's already lost track of himself, his inhibitions slipping away, throat sore from moaning, lost in the pumping rhythm of the fingers behind him and the mouth in front of him. the gentleness feels more grueling, if anything, because of how steady and slow and deep it is. it feels like Lan Wangji with every shaking burst of arousal that rocks through him. his cool, intense gaze; his firm hands; his movements all small and deliberate, without waste, forcing him to see the care in them. it's so intense that it lights up the back of his eyelids even which he closes his eyes, like fireworks going off in his brain.

he doesn't take long to shake apart. his moans feel raspy and desperate with no gauge of his own loudness and the continuous assault of stimulation that shocks every point of contact inside of him, delicious and overwhelming in a hundred different ways, undoes him. when he manages to open his eyes again, sees Lan Wangji staring up at him with his hands dug into his scalp, he jerks and pushes himself over the edge all at once]

[his eyes slide nearly closed as he swallows, savoring everything about Wei Wuxian's orgasm: the bitter taste on his tongue, the heat of his skin, the frantic unguarded clench of his muscles and the movements of his body and the fox-tails, the wild noises escaping him, the expressions of his face, memorizing all of it. his mouth goes soft and still; his fingers still too, though they stay pressed deep inside Wei Wuxian.

he feels drunk beyond drunk, as satisfied by this as he might be by his own orgasm. Wei Wuxian...still wants this, wants him, isn't afraid to let him in, trusts himself in Lan Wangji's hands. it's a lot to ask for. he's deeply, fiercely glad to have it.]

[when he comes back to himself, shuddering and gasping for air and still seeing spots from how hard it hit him, he tries to pull Lan Wangji off; heedless of the fingers still pressed inside of him sending sparks of pleasure straight down to his toes, he bends down to kiss him]

[helps him shift, closes his eyes entirely when they're kissing again, sticky-slick and messy]

[makes a helpless sound into his mouth as he kisses and kisses, heedless of the mess as his tongue dives right in. he ends up slipping further back on his chest and pressing further into the fingers still filling him up, and that only makes him kiss harder]

[wraps his other arm securely around him, an anchor point...can't quite resist flexing his fingers inside him as they make out, though, hard but slow enough to bear]

[every flex of his fingers makes him whine; he's so dizzy with it that he has to pull back and take in a gulp of air before he straight up passes out]

[stills, quietly, recognizing that, giving him the moment to steady himself]

[clings to him the whole time, chest heaving, body flushed with pleasure...he looks pierced through, when he finally looks back at him again]

You...Tell me what you want.

[soft, simple]

You.

I'm here. You have me.

[reaches back with one hand, insistent, and brushes up against Lan Wangji's cock]

[rocks up into the touch with a quiet inhale; he's so hard under Wei Wuxian's hand it seems almost painful.]

[he strokes it once, enough to get him interested in that happening more before letting go so that he can lean forward and bite Lan Wangji's ear with sharp teeth, drawing blood. his voice is still hoarse and wrecked, but there's more of a command behind it this time]

Tell me where you want it to go, Hanguang-Jun, or I'll decide for myself.

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