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[holds himself still atop him only by the wildest effort, pupils blown so wide the gold's nearly swallowed]

With me, how?

[keeps thrusting into his own hand, breathing uneven and rattling, enticing, pleading...]

Any way. Whatever will make you feel good.

[tugs his hand away from his cock, gentle but almost clumsy, and moves to straddle him again]

Yes.

[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]

Tell me--tell me how it feels.

[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]

...have me...

[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.]

I am. I will.

Ah.

[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]

[perhaps the largest sign that Lan Wangji is coming undone is that his arms give way a bit, fold so that he jolts all the way forward against Wei Wuxian's body for support with a hard shudder, like he'll perish if they're not making as much contact as possible, like he's encouraging Wei Wuxian to press as deep, as close as he humanly can.

he tries to kiss him; misses; winds up mouthing at his jaw and neck instead; he's gone so tight around the harsh drive of Wei Wuxian's cock that it's clear he's about to come, like he wants to mark it by trapping Wei Wuxian inside his body so he can't ever leave...]

[he feels it, and surges up to meet it: pushes himself up so that he can keep thrusting into him with only one hand on his hip, the other going straight to Lan Wangji's cock to tip him over the edge. it's his own undoing; as soon as he touches Lan Wangji he comes, and keeps coming, keeps pounding into him and trying to kiss him back but only getting the side of his head, wrung out and caught up in wanting to make love to him in every way he can possibly think of]

[since they're not caught in a kiss Wei Wuxian can hear the soft wrecked sounds wrung out of him, feel the way he trembles, entire body locked and tense, taking punishing thrust after punishing thrust until he moans and spasms and comes apart on Wei Wuxian's lap too, pushed down hilt-deep on him, making a thorough mess of them once more]

[strokes him through it as his own heavy thrusts turn into a much gentler rock of his hips, too spent to keep up such a punishing pace as his energy leaves him feeling like a muddled pile of emotion. finds his mouth, this time, and kisses him sweetly]

[they are...possibly just both fucked senseless right now...his mouth moves softly under Wei Wuxian's, kissing back like it's all he wants in the world. he hasn't stopped that faint trembling, though it's already beginning to subside]

[he can't do much more than cling to him and hold him and kiss him for...a while. he will, perhaps, keep doing nothing but kissing him for as long as Lan Wangji allows]

[he'll allow it, and allow it, and allow it until they're near-fainting with lack of air, twice as dizzy as before]

[he just slips right down to the bottom of the tub, where there is almost no water left, and gasps for air in between the press of their lips]

[Lan Wangji is not in much better shape, taking in air in great ragged gulps when they do manage to breathe, but his body's warm over Wei Wuxian's, a barrier between his wet skin and the cool air outside the tub]

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