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[...kisses him on the mouth, a sweet speaking gesture, standing in for the words he can't say. i would have things be good, for you. not simply 'not bad.' Wei Ying should not have to settle.]

[the words he doesn't say don't reach in the exact way he wants them to. but he understands that Lan Wangji wants it to be good and he kisses back eagerly, happy to show that it is good. his lips are a bright, cute shade of red when he finally breaks away]

Hanguang-Jun, Er-gege, you're already being good to me. Do you think I have cause to complain?

[low]

If you do, say.

[untangles one of Lan Wangji's hands from around him so that he can press his lips right where his pulse is]

My only complaint is that we haven't done it again.

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What would you like?

I would like you to stay still. And tell me when you don't feel as sensitive down there.

[continues to kiss at different parts of his hand, leisurely]

[his fingers curl a little under the attention, but he otherwise stays as still as requested; his flush is not vanishing]

[now that they're past the first burst of passion it's obvious that he's taking the time to enjoy Lan Wangji being completely naked. once he's done with his hand his attention moves to his chest, nails scraping lightly along his sides as he just looks at him and drinks in the sight. it's a slow process, but he shimmies lower, until his hands are caressing the muscles of his thighs and he's kissing along the curve of his hips, heedless of any sticky mess that may still be there]

[he can hear his own name in the silent beats that happen when Lan Wangji's mouth opens: Wei Ying, between his rough breaths, again and again. he's not shy about pressing into Wei Wuxian's hands, his mouth, tangling fingers in his hair; it's been a long time since the first time Wei Wuxian tried something like this, when he trembled through it and looked like someone being bullied. he knows very well what he wants, this time.]

[there's a light scrape of teeth as he goes further down, his nose brushing the dark hair there, eyes on Lan Wangji's face as he searches for a reaction when he licks a thick, wet strip across the base of his cock]

[he can see the way Lan Wangji's eyes are burning, fixed on him; the unevenness of Lan Wangji's breathing, the tightened clench of the hand in Wei Wuxian's hair, the tense of muscle and the faint jerk of his hips at the contact: i want it, said with his entire body]

[he's too eager to drag it out for long when he feels him taut and ready under his hands--he licks up and down the length of his cock once before he pushes Lan Wangji's legs further apart and takes him into his mouth. the lack of technique and personal experience is apparent; he takes in as much of him as he can at once, sharp teeth poking at the sensitive skin of his member before he thinks to open wider to avoid that.

but his tongue is as quick and clever as ever, relentlessly exploring every inch of him in an effort to work him back up as hard as he was before]

[a thin hiss escapes Lan Wangji at the press of unfamiliar sharp teeth, not exactly displeasure; he was already half-hard again before Wei Wuxian took him into his mouth, and everything he does, the sight of him there, gets him going again like nothing else.

it is an effort not to brace his feet more firmly, to simply hold Wei Wuxian's head in place and drive his hips up into that heat. it is an effort to remember he will not be able to take it, to let him go at his own pace. stay still, he reminds himself, muscles trembling with how hard they're locked.]

[he doesn't make it any easier for him to stay still! his hands run up and down his legs, pausing only to brace his hips to get a better angle or to fondle the curve of his ass. when he sees how Lan Wangji responds he only get more into it, letting his tangle of hair tickle at his thighs as he bobs his head at a steady pace, moaning every time he feels it hit the back of his throat or twitch with interest. he keeps his eyes on Lan Wangji, trying to spot what makes him feel good, what drives him nuts, what will wreck him and make him fall apart in his arms]

[it's a lot of things. it's the pure feeling of it, yes, the further scrape of teeth or the dip of tongue into certain places or the simple exquisite tightness of Wei Wuxian's mouth when he sucks. but it's also just Wei Wuxian -- every time he pushes his limit in an effort to undo Lan Wangji, every clever learning shift of his mouth or hands or the wicked expression on his face. "it can only be you" -- a strange and complicated sentiment now, with two versions of him here, but true all the same.

he's still holding himself back, holding himself steady, able to do so almost inhumanly long, but as time stretches on Wei Wuxian can see the tremble of his lashes and feel the increasingly uncontrolled tug of his fingers against his scalp; getting close again.]

[feels him getting closer and picks up the pace, building it up into something hot and messy and sharp, the noises coming from his mouth turning into a constant stream of heady want. he wants it to feel good for him, and to that end he lets instinct guide him. at some point he closes his eyes and lets himself be caught up in the sensation of Lan Wangji being in him and around him, the tiny trembles that feel like crashing waves coming from a man normally so held together and steady. he presses his hips into the bed to feel something of his own and whines, begging for his release]

[as though Lan Wangji has ever really been able to deny him.

he does, perhaps, choke him at the last, forgetting himself in the grip of his pleasure, the final powerful arch of his hips only partially restrained by Wei Wuxian's weight; spilling hot over his tongue, down his throat. a long, low groan's almost wrenched from him as he comes, and his other hand digs so hard into the mattress it nearly rips]

[swallows as much of it as he can before he's forced to pull back, coughing and gulping in a lungful of air. but he doesn't leave a mess--any spend that he doesn't catch in his mouth he laps up with a greedy tongue, sucking at the tip and giving Lan Wangji's cock additional attention with his hands until it's soft. when he looks up at Lan Wangji again its with satisfied eyes, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and a bit of a mess on his face]

How was that?

[stares at him with hectic eyes, and then reaches down to drag Wei Wuxian up the bed and kiss him, desperate]

[kisses back with breathless enthusiasm and tangles their legs together once more, satisfaction carved into the smile on his face and the lazy way he tangles his hands into Lan Wangji's hair]

[Wei Ying, Wei Ying, Wei Ying--

kisses him until they're both gasping, and then kisses him some more]

[keeps kissing for as long as he does, like it's a challenge he intends to win or a craving he can't fully satisfy. the dizziness only makes him want it more, until he's breathless and out of it and can't tell up from down]

[waits until he can tell Wei Wuxian is deeply overwhelmed before sliding a hand back between his legs, wrapping it around his cock; almost casually delicate]

[makes a noise and tries to rock up into his hand, already half hard again]

[strokes him, light and easy, mindful of his oversensitivity but relentless about working him up again. murmurs breathlessly against the corner of his mouth:]

What would you like?

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