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[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]

Er-gege...er-gege...

[wraps his filthy, messy arms around him, trying to lock in some of that heat for him too]

We made such a mess again...aren't you cold? Come here, come here.

[he nestles into Wei Wuxian and his embrance without complaint, both of them warming each other as they catch their breaths at last]

[for a few minutes he settles there peacefully, letting his heart do backflips as he indulges in the fantasy of doing this everyday. then he turns on the faucet again to fill the tub up with more warm water]

[all you have to do is ask, Wei Wuxian!!!

(we both know he will not ask)

Lan Wangji, fastidious as usual, does reach over to uncap the drain and let what's left of the soiled water around them be replaced, before capping it off again; he makes no effort to move off Wei Wuxian otherwise, though]

[(he will not ask)

he is more than happy to cuddle with him even after the tub is refilled. he faintly recalls at some point that he needs to tip them both into the lake, but he's quite fine where they are]