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[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]

[every movement is delirious with want as he pounds him into the bed, passion drowning him in violent waves as he finds the spot that makes Lan Wangji gasp and goes for it again and again and again, single-handedly working him back up so that they can come together. if he doesn't lose himself entirely first, which he just might]

[he might, if Lan Wangji were holding himself back, but he isn't, blood roaring in his ears and heart hammering against Wei Wuxian's chest, cock slick and hard again between their bodies. when he comes it's without a hand on him, his body spasming and seizing tight entirely around Wei Wuxian's, pure mindless urgency and release]

[he feels Lan Wangji tighten around him with impossible heat, everything a blur of sensation that sets him alight. when he feels the shock of come between them he falls apart, spearing deep into him and staying there as he shakes through his orgasm, holding him like he never wants to let go]

[groans and jerks beneath him again as he feels that, unconscious motion. he's wound around Wei Wuxian like a trap, both of them riding the pleasure out together; the wave of it takes a long time to ebb.]

[his intent is to roll over, so he's not lying directly on top of Lan Wangji, but...in the end he collapses on top of him while they're still tangled together, the squeeze of Lan Wangji all around him wringing him dry. pets his hair through it, soothing as much as he's able]

[he's as undone as Wei Wuxian's ever seen him, marked up and flushed, hair in disarray, arms and legs only slowly relaxing around him, breathing and heartbeat easing down from their frantic high. his mouth is warm against Wei Wuxian's shoulder.]

[his heart doesn't stop pounding, but his breathing eases to something close to normal the longer they lie there. when he comes back to himself he gives his hair soft kisses]

I take it that wasn't bad?

[there are warm fingers against his cheek]

Wonderful.

[leans into them briefly before tipping his head to kiss them, one by one]

I didn't think you'd prefer it...like this. Even though you quite liked it when I had a tail.

I want to know all those things about you. What you like, what you don't. Anything you're willing to give me.

[shivers, faintly, when he's kissed]

Like everything. With you.

Do you? Because I have plenty more things we can do.

[hoarse with want, for all that they're both currently prone and tired]

Yes.

In a little while, then.

[he remembers it being a different kind of exhausting, being stretched open and filled up. he glances down to where they're still very connected, hesitant]

Should I...?

Mm. No hurry.

[he likes it but he does not have quite Wei Wuxian's kink about it]

[no one does, probably. he stops carding his fingers through Lan Wangji's hair in order to leverage himself against the bed and slowly pull out, mindful to minimize any sensitivity he might feel. and then promptly pulls some blankets over them and goes back to cuddling despite all of the mess]

If there's no hurry then we can stay like this longer.

[he's sore, aching, but in a deeply good way; he'd wanted to give him something important that they'd both remember, not just keep taking. turns more onto his side so they can gather each other in comfortably, warm and sticky]

...

Good, for you?

[resumes brushing his fingers through his hair]

It feels unfair to ask that kind of question when my answer is so obvious. Of course it was amazing! I like being able to feel you like this.

I was worried for your poor bottom, but you reap what you sow. I won't feel bad no matter how sore it is later.

I like it.

[ghosts a kiss over his cheek, his forehead, voice a low hum between them]

Have not tried before, in memory. Wished to, with you.

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