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[he's being rolled over until he's the one flat on his back, Lan Wangji straddling his hips and pinning him by the shoulders, too dazed to be hesitant or careful for the moment]

[laughs as he goes, dizzy and breathless and drunk on the feeling of being able to touch him, hold him without restraint]

Er-gege, I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I really like it when you're forceful.

[W-WELL FINE, BAKA

takes that as permission to tear his sash loose, then]

[laughs again, louder and absolutely delighted as he helps to shuck off his robes. he allows himself one teasing roll of his hips before sprawling out under him, inviting]

[Lan Wangji does not hesitate with permission given, spreading all of Wei Wuxian's robes in one rough movement and dragging his pants off with the other, no preamble before he's pushing Wei Wuxian's thighs apart and swallowing his cock in turn, with a sharp desperation of his own]

Ah--

[his laughter turns into strangled sounds of pleasure; his hand locks itself into a vice grip in Lan Wangji's hair and bucks into his mouth, not even attempting restraint unless he's held down]

[he doesn't bother; his grip is bruising but it's on Wei Wuxian's thighs, his hips free to thrust up. his mouth is hot and ruthless, but this also doesn't last long. instead of forcibly bringing him over the edge as he has in the past he's getting him spit-slick, as wet as he can, before pulling back again, licking his lips]

[whines, so indignant and wronged at the sudden lack that he wraps his legs around Lan Wangji's waist to try and lock him there]

[hoarse, touching his cheek]

Wait.

[squirms under him, breathing heavy, but doesn't move beyond that. which is almost like being patient for him]

I'm waiting.

[coaxes Wei Wuxian's legs apart from around him, almost gently this time]

[unwraps them, pliant for once. his cock is throbbing, chilled from the mix of saliva and open air, but he distracts from that by watching Lan Wangji's face]

[his eyes are intent on Wei Wuxian, the lines of his expression taut with arousal and concentration. he is biting his lip. shifts himself until his knees are on either side of Wei Wuxian, straddling him, and takes a gentle hold on his cock, and lowers himself down, entirely too impatient to find oil to use or worry about further preparation...]

[chokes around his name, the Lan Zhan voiceless and unspoken, eyes blown wide as he watches him sink down and feels the tight, warm heat of him]

E-er-gege, are you sure you want to...

Yes.

[it hurts, around the pleasure, the friction hot and very present, his body being carved open by Wei Wuxian with little to ease the way. he doesn't care. he wants it.]

[rises up to kiss him, to help ease the pain as he tries his best to keep his lower body still. it feels so overwhelming he's not sure if he'll come as soon as he starts to move. but he doesn't want it to end before it begins, so all he can do is let them both get used to the sensation]

[he's panting softly into Wei Wuxian's mouth, pressing him close with an arm around his back, letting Wei Wuxian settle in him to the hilt before anything else, slow, slow. he doesn't remember doing this, not this way, but he remembers wanting it badly, the last time they'd slept together here and Wei Wuxian had threatened it. he wants to give this to Wei Wuxian, too.]

[he wants, he wants so badly to stay connected to him no matter how it's done. he could hardly hope for a next time, let alone this. there's a flush creeping up his neck, his ponytail is in debauched disarray, and he's looking at Lan Wangji like he's the only other person in the world]

You're so beautiful.

[his nerves thrumming tight with anticipation, he offers a small tilt of his hips--and adjustment, more than anything. part of him is worried it's too tight or it will hurt Lan Wangji; the other part wants to wreck him into the bed. he holds back, for the moment.]

[he only lets out a low sigh at the movement, quiet in this as in everything else, and cants his own hips so Wei Wuxian slides that last little bit deeper in him. he too is flushed, so headily that there's actual color in his face; his hair's a curtain around them.]

You are.

[his cock twitches inside of him at the mere words. there's no word he can put to what he's feeling in return; he only knows that it hurts and aches and he wants it to last for a lifetime. with a shudder he settles his arms around Lan Wangji's waist and rocks up into him]

If it hurts too much, or if you don't like it, I want to know, okay? Just say and I'll stop. I want it to feel good for both of us.

I want it.

[he has never been more sure of anything in his life, moving easily in time with Wei Wuxian's hips; riding him, but gentle, still. every movement is a deep delicious ache: giving himself, being possessed]

Do not hold back.

I--

[he shudders and holds Lan Wangji steady, pushing his hips up in helpless circles, pumping in and out with a slide that isn't as slick as it could be; the drag it creates is at once strange and overwhelming, sending his nerves singing. with his cock leaking as much as it is, the scrape of dry skin doesn't last for long: soon the way is slick and the slap of flesh on flesh comes harder and faster.

he doesn't hold back, really, but he also doesn't go as hard as he's capable of. the pace is something deliberate and sensual as he tries to express all of the things he's feeling without words: a tiny desire of I want you and be mine]

[he's gasping on every breath before long, making wrung-out tiny noises into Wei Wuxian's mouth as they kiss and break and kiss again, feeling Wei Wuxian move easier in the greedy grip of his body, filling and claiming him. they're pressed together firm enough Wei Wuxian can feel Lan Wangji stiffening again between their bodies, the steady pace getting him lost in arousal again. he doesn't try to push it harder or faster; some part of him doesn't want it to end at all.]

[it's Wei Wuxian's own impatience that makes them speed up, eventually; just when what their doing gains an almost comfortable repetition he has the fleeting thought that he wants to go harder, this isn't enough, he wants even more. before he knows it he's pushing Lan Wangji onto his back with barely a falter, desperately seeking a way to drive deeper inside. his hands are everywhere, shifting them both so that he can find the best position, the one that will make Lan Wangji lose control. each thrust is merciless, but his eyes are on Lan Wangji's face the whole time: wanting it to undo him, wanting them both to unravel together. the little noises he makes into each kiss have the same cadence as his name]

[his eyes fly wide when he's pressed down, but he doesn't fight it; hitches his legs high up Wei Wuxian's back, helping him drive in deeper, deeper, wanting it just as badly. it's working, too; he's getting more uncontrolled as Wei Wuxian thrusts against that spot inside him at the right angle, his thighs locked like iron against Wei Wuxian's sides, his hands dragging him down as he writhes, not letting him go]

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