[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]
[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]
[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.
[finally slides them out of him slowly, reaching down to slick himself with the rest of the oil on his palm, and then settles both hands firmly on Wei Wuxian's hips to lift and shift him back. they're steady, though he's almost trembling with eagerness.]
[kisses him again, hot and wanting, before he reaches back to pull his tails out of the way to make it easier for both of them. it's obvious that he's done some research, with how he spreads his legs wide and tries to relax, intellectually knowing what comes next. when he pushes back onto Lan Wangji's cock, though, pressing just the tip in, he is overwhelmed; not just with how sharp it is, but with how his whole body rings with it, a wave of sensations he's never felt before rushing through him]
[swallows hard, his own head tilting back a little as he masters himself, resists the urge to pull Wei Wuxian's hips down and flip the over and drive straight into him. his hands are going to leave bruises as it is, printed on wei Wuxian's skin. his voice is hoarse; that underlying growl won't leave it unti this is over]
[tilts his head to nibble at his jaw as he pushes in more. it's not as fast as he wants it to be, impatience evident in the way his tails squirm against Lan Wangji's legs, seeking purchase to push his way in harder and faster. it might be better that he can't find that, forcing him to rock in inch by inch; it's slow, sensual, their chests pressing against each other with each micro thrust, his mouth open and panting against his skin, the wet, tight heat of his walls taking him in bit by bit.]
[he can't keep totally still, hips rocking in insistent little pushes, helping him settle into the heat of Wei Wuxian's body. it's so slow; so difficult not to go faster, rougher, to keep letting Wei Wuxian settle himself. Lan Wangji's legs spread beneath him, tiny sounds wrung out of him at every gentle brush of fur over his thighs, and he ducks his head to bite Wei Wuxian's shoulder, teeth breaking the skin just a little]
[he jerks in surprise at the bite and fucks back hard, the air punching out of him as he drives Lan Wangji in to the hilt all at once. for a long moment he doesn't move, too surprised, too full to do anything except gasp and let his body get used to it. even with preparation it's a little uncomfortable; small rocking motions help to make it less of a sharp pain and more of a burning pleasure. it does also help that Lan Wangji knows Wei Wuxian's body almost better than he does, can guide them both along to the places he knows feel good.
as he works himself open on Lan Wangji's cock it brushes against his prostate and he makes an obscene sound, his whole body shuddering from it]
[Lan Wangji is panting outright the moment Wei Wuxian fucks completely down on him, expression nearly pained, still making tiny rhythmic motions into him to help, feeling his control fray a little more with every one...
at that noise, though, he snarls outright, tilts Wei Wuxian's hips to the right angle with both hands, lifts them, and then drives up into him properly, slow and hard and measured]
[his hands scramble at Lan Wangji, arms wrapping tight around his neck, and he mewls. it doesn't hurt as much when they're moving together--the friction of it is almost numbing. but it does feel all-consuming, like there isn't anything else in the world except for this and all he can do is take it. he lets Lan Wangji move him as he pleases and moans for something faster and harder with every proper thrust]
[there's a long tense moment where it seems like he won't, where it seems like he'll just hold Wei Wuxian pinned down on him until one or both of them go mad, but then he braces his feet and finally starts to fuck up into him properly, keeping it in that same measured rhythm, only gradually faster, but hard and steady all the while, filling and filling him. he's kissing frantically at his jaw and neck while he does it, biting at his ear]
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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.]
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You...Tell me what you want.
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You.
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[reaches back with one hand, insistent, and brushes up against Lan Wangji's cock]
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Tell me where you want it to go, Hanguang-Jun, or I'll decide for myself.
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Inside you.
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Then what are you waiting for?
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[rubs his fingers inside him again instead of withdrawing them in revenge, a near-painful tease]
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[squirms from over sensitivity and sucks in a shaky breath, getting used to the feeling of too much too fast on his nerves]
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Careful.
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[tilts his head to nibble at his jaw as he pushes in more. it's not as fast as he wants it to be, impatience evident in the way his tails squirm against Lan Wangji's legs, seeking purchase to push his way in harder and faster. it might be better that he can't find that, forcing him to rock in inch by inch; it's slow, sensual, their chests pressing against each other with each micro thrust, his mouth open and panting against his skin, the wet, tight heat of his walls taking him in bit by bit.]
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as he works himself open on Lan Wangji's cock it brushes against his prostate and he makes an obscene sound, his whole body shuddering from it]
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at that noise, though, he snarls outright, tilts Wei Wuxian's hips to the right angle with both hands, lifts them, and then drives up into him properly, slow and hard and measured]
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[his hands scramble at Lan Wangji, arms wrapping tight around his neck, and he mewls. it doesn't hurt as much when they're moving together--the friction of it is almost numbing. but it does feel all-consuming, like there isn't anything else in the world except for this and all he can do is take it. he lets Lan Wangji move him as he pleases and moans for something faster and harder with every proper thrust]
Go--oh, go faster, er-gege, please.
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