[shivers a little when he sees Lan Wangji watching, very aware of how much of a display he's putting on when he starts sliding his hand up and down his length, smearing glistening oil all over it, letting his fingers press against folds and soft skin to make his breath hitch and eyes go dark with desires]
[whatever insecurities he has about this body in comparison to his old one, they might evaporate under that unrelenting stare; Lan Wangji doesn't move, lets him work himself up, but he can also see him lick his lips unconsciously]
[his insecurities are, at most, fleeting; this body is no bad looking in its own way, now that he's a little healthier all around. but that stare does make him feel desired, wanted, and that's enough to help his arousal become more prominent. his throat bobs and he lets his head tip back, mouth open, legs spread lewdly, arching his back, feeling pleasure start from his cock and spread through his body until he's heady with it.]
[fuck. fuck, fuck. he feels raw with want, seeing Wei Wuxian indulge in his own pleasure; reaches down to push his legs further open, to stroke up the insides of his thighs, encouraging it]
[bucks into his touch, a needy sound punching from his throat. he looks debauched and undone under him already, panting and rolling underneath him, his hand picking up speed in order to seek relief]
[he nearly reaches to stop him so they can continue the original trajectory of fucking, but actually this is...absurdly hot? shifts to kneel between his legs instead, mouth eager on his neck and shoulder, helping his hips up with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, massaging them gently to add to the sensation]
[even like this he doesn't let himself go completely--he's putting on a show, after all, not just indulging in his own pleasure. the soft cries of pleasure sound just like they do when he's getting fucked, except now Lan Wangji can enjoy them at his leisure. if they're a little quieter than they normally are it's only so Lan Wangji will keep mouthing as his neck to hear them. his wet hair is plastered across his face, neck, chest; his legs shiver around him and disturb the water, creating pockets of startling cool air. Lan Wangji can feel him tense when he gets close, see the blissed-out look in his eyes before he slows his pace. it's not as easy as he expects it to be to bring himself close and come back down. not with Lan Wangji over him, touching him and kissing him and pressing him down in all the right ways. but he manages, and makes himself look as tempting as possible]
[he wants, he wants, he wants him, hasn't stopped wanting to pin him down throughout, hasn't stopped watching between every hungry bite and kiss, eyes glittering at every small noise and movement Wei Wuxian makes in his pleasure. slides a hand up his stomach to his chest when he slows back down, startling on his oversensitive skin but also deliberately heavy, grounding, utterly possessive. his voice is rough; if he wasn't hard himself already, he would be just from the show]
[his voice is raw, lustful, eyelashes wet and fluttering. he looks positively bullied as he whimpers and fucks up, into his own hand, straining for Lan Wangji's touch at the same time]
[his hand is still messy with oil and his cock slick with it; stares up at Lan Wangji with pure desire, the heat in his gaze enough to light up the night sky]
[he always looks more human during sex, not so untouchable when he's flushed and bitten and wanting, teeth caught between his lip as he looks back...
he presses himself down slowly this time, letting the slick of the oil and his own weight do the work, sinking into Wei Wuxian's lap, agonizingly easy and gradual]
[stays still for him, so still, hands on his hips to steady himself just as much as Lan Wangji. the second time still doesn't prepare him for how amazing it feels to be slowly enveloped in the wet heat of him; if he looks he might come undone, so he keeps his eyes on Lan Wangji's face, lets his chest swell with an emotion he can't put into words]
[his flush is very high, his eyes narrowed and a little bit wet, his cock a hard curve between them. this second time hurts again, still in a good way, his sore muscles and oversensitive flesh protesting, pushed open and giving way regardless. he doesn't really fantasize about being manhandled much, but the thought that Wei Wuxian could grab his hips right now and move inside him how he liked, whether he himself willed it or no, makes him dizzy.]
Good.
[the fact that he can only work out one word may be made up for the fact that it comes out so rough with want and emotion, like he's already on the brink just for this]
[Lan Wangji is a man of few words to begin with--that he got out any words at all is something he's still satisfied with. his hands stroke his hips, soothing and sensual, trying to ease the pain and rile him up at the same time. he already feels half undone but he keeps coaxing Lan Wangji down, down, pressing up into him until he's completely inside]
You feel amazing. You look amazing. I want all of you, please, please...
[he lets Wei Wuxian take him the rest of the way, panting quietly through his open mouth, feeling him, intimate and deep and claiming. his hands are planted on either side of him, just holding himself up; for now, Wei Wuxian has all the control]
[once he's pressed all the way in he leaves them there, catching his breath; he worked himself up so much before this that he needs to calm himself down so that he doesn't immediately come undone as soon as he starts moving.
one of his hands slides from Lan Wangji's waist to his balls, fondling them and letting his fingers wander around the base of his cock to work him up as well.]
[he's already aching in Wei Wuxian's hand, dripping slick onto it; it's all he can do not to shove forward into the touch, and he's biting his lip against a sharp moan, the colour rising higher in his face and neck and ears]
[waits until he's flushed so, so red and until his hands are messy with oil and precome before he settles an iron grip on his hips. Lan Wangji knows it's coming--he's deliberate about it in the way he lifts him up off of his cock, straining to lift him higher without letting him slip off, and then forces him back down at the same moment he fucks up into him]
[he feels that dizzy rush again, as he's impaled, helpless to stop it, not wanting to stop it, the long muscles in his legs flexing to help it...his hands clench so hard on the tub's edge he nearly cracks the porcelain, and a low noise escapes him, his cock jerking, his insides slick and hot and clenching greedily around him, his entire body rocking into the intrusion, giving himself freely to Wei Wuxian.]
[spearing deep inside of him makes him lose all of his breath; he wonders, almost drunk on it, if Lan Wangji feels the same way each time, if it's always this much pure sensation. he keeps the pace agonizingly slow like that, taking his time to lift Lan Wangji up and slam him back down, to hold him there for too long and feel him clench around him]
[it is -- perhaps a relief to be fucked like this, in a way it might not be at home or in a different far-flung fantasy world: to shed the tight-held control for a while, to let the person he loves drive the stresses out of his head at their leisure and replace them with nothing but pleasure. he wonders if it's like that for Wei Wuxian, too, when it's the other way around. his thoughts are hazy enough that he doesn't feel guilty about imagining Wei Wuxian in love with him as part of it.
he's still not terribly demonstrative like this, at least in sound or expression, but his eyes are damp and his breathing's increasingly ragged and his body's spasming in pleasure every time Wei Wuxian drives up into him, honest. he's also grinding down and forward as he's speared, to deepen it and to press his cock against Wei Wuxian's stomach, growing more insistent by the minute]
[despite his impassive face Wei Wuxian doesn't take his eyes off of him, memorizing the lines there, the shape of his mouth, the flutter of his eyes, waiting for a sign that he's losing his composure before picking up the speed. his grip on Lan Wangji is bruising as he fucks into him hard and fast, using as much force and speed as he can and not letting Lan Wangji get a chance to do anything beyond take it.
there's a certain amount of reassurance there, that if Lan Wangji did want to stop, he's strong enough to pull away. he hasn't, which means he wants it, has no objection to what Wei Wuxian is giving him. they both want this, completely. not even the backdrop of water sloshing around them can drown out the sounds Wei Wuxian is making, the grunts and gasps when Lan Wangji's cock slaps against his skin, the moan that sounds like Lan Zhan when he plows in as hard as he can go]
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[bucks into his touch, a needy sound punching from his throat. he looks debauched and undone under him already, panting and rolling underneath him, his hand picking up speed in order to seek relief]
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More.
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[his voice is raw, lustful, eyelashes wet and fluttering. he looks positively bullied as he whimpers and fucks up, into his own hand, straining for Lan Wangji's touch at the same time]
I don't want to without you.
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With me, how?
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Any way. Whatever will make you feel good.
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[his hand is still messy with oil and his cock slick with it; stares up at Lan Wangji with pure desire, the heat in his gaze enough to light up the night sky]
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he presses himself down slowly this time, letting the slick of the oil and his own weight do the work, sinking into Wei Wuxian's lap, agonizingly easy and gradual]
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Tell me--tell me how it feels.
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Good.
[the fact that he can only work out one word may be made up for the fact that it comes out so rough with want and emotion, like he's already on the brink just for this]
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You feel amazing. You look amazing. I want all of you, please, please...
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...have me...
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one of his hands slides from Lan Wangji's waist to his balls, fondling them and letting his fingers wander around the base of his cock to work him up as well.]
I am. I will.
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[he's already aching in Wei Wuxian's hand, dripping slick onto it; it's all he can do not to shove forward into the touch, and he's biting his lip against a sharp moan, the colour rising higher in his face and neck and ears]
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he's still not terribly demonstrative like this, at least in sound or expression, but his eyes are damp and his breathing's increasingly ragged and his body's spasming in pleasure every time Wei Wuxian drives up into him, honest. he's also grinding down and forward as he's speared, to deepen it and to press his cock against Wei Wuxian's stomach, growing more insistent by the minute]
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there's a certain amount of reassurance there, that if Lan Wangji did want to stop, he's strong enough to pull away. he hasn't, which means he wants it, has no objection to what Wei Wuxian is giving him. they both want this, completely. not even the backdrop of water sloshing around them can drown out the sounds Wei Wuxian is making, the grunts and gasps when Lan Wangji's cock slaps against his skin, the moan that sounds like Lan Zhan when he plows in as hard as he can go]
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