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[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.

[when he answers there's something wild under it, that rolling, purring growl underlying every word]

Inside you.

[laughs into his ear and bucks back into his hand, driving his fingers in with force that he can feel when they hit his sweet spot]

Then what are you waiting for?

Shameless.

[rubs his fingers inside him again instead of withdrawing them in revenge, a near-painful tease]

O-ah-only because you let me be.

[squirms from over sensitivity and sucks in a shaky breath, getting used to the feeling of too much too fast on his nerves]

[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]

Careful.

Is careful what I should be at a time like this?

[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]

Ah--

[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.

[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]

[throws his head back, eyes closed, unable to keep staring at Lan Wangji moving inside of him. he doesn't want it to end too soon because he came from just looking at his face. being too far apart is unacceptable too; if Lan Wangji pulls out for too long he tries to thrust back, meeting him out of time, muscles flexing and tails and ears flicking as he pursues the faster pace that he's looking for. the bite of Lan Wangji's hips against his feels just as good as the bites on his ear, his neck, and he faintly hopes they'll bruise. it blurs into a sharp shock of pleasure with no beginning or end, the cries spilling from his lips becoming louder and more insistent, demanding everything that Lan Wangji has to give him]

[Wei Wuxian had to close his eyes; Lan Wangji keeps his open, unable to look away, unable to miss even a moment of this, every noise and outcry Wei Wuxian lets out inspiring them to drive them harder, faster, fiercer, until it's hard to tell pleasure from pain and force from fulfillment. his hands are all over him, leaving scratches on his back and more bruises on his sides and what will be another clean print of one hand on Wei Wuxian's ass, later, when he squeezes him down with it and tugs and strokes at the tails with the other, to make him arch and tense]

[the more Lan Wangji touches him the more of a mess he is, arching into his hands, letting himself be speared through until it makes him dizzy with lust. his hands dig into his sides, scraping at scales and skin and the sensitive parts of his wings; his nails draw blood too easily like this, so he keeps the finer points of them scratching along scales when he remembers himself enough to. tries to memorize the shape of him moving up in him, how hot everything feels, how good it is to be so connected.

he still can't make himself open his eyes and look at Lan Wangji, too sure that it will undo him, but he's panting like he's getting closer, erratic and needy and desperate]

More, more, more...

[growls in his ear]

Greedy.

[tugs him all the way down on top of himself, finally. he's still rocking almost violently into him, but now every press of their hips presses Wei Wuxian's cock sharply between their bodies, and he's biting his neck and shoulder again before kissing him hard, fully set on overwhelming them both at last]

[drinks in the kiss like he wants it more than air, the friction between them stimulating him enough to leave a slick mess spread across their chests. he meets Lan Wangji thrust for thrust, hungry for it in a way he's never wanted anything else before. he knows what pleasure feels like, but this, this is new. building and kindling and chasing this pleasure makes him feel more wanton and shameless than he ever has before, and each new sensation makes him only want more of it.

Lan Wangji can tell before Wei Wuxian does when he's getting close, when his thrusts are harder and his kisses are fiercer, trying to make Lan Wangji feel it as hard as he is]

[works a hand between them at last, jerking him off with all that gathered slickness, urging him the rest of the way there. he's still shockingly steady under him, even as his breath draws short and his cock pulses hot inside him, determined to see him lose himself completely one more time.]

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