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[weiyingdown]

Sanren 散人
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白日依山尽，黄河入海流。欲穷千里目，更上一层楼。☀

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[weiyingdown]

[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]

[one_note]

[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]

[weiyingdown]

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

[one_note]

[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?

[weiyingdown]

Like?

[struggles to pull his thoughts together as he turns his head to chase his mouth]

Anything. What else is there to do? Whatever makes you feel good.

[one_note]

[hums in thought and kisses him again, soft and indulgent]

Trust me?

[weiyingdown]

[spreads his legs wider, inviting]

We've already done this much and you're asking me?

[one_note]

Mm.

[looks at him wide-eyed, still a little blindsided by the invitation...it's an effort to look away and lean over to find something in the nightstand drawers]

[weiyingdown]

[doesn't sit up so much as try to prop himself up to see what he's getting, unable to hide a huff of exasperation.]

What are you...?

[one_note]

[comes back with a small, uncapped bottle of clear oil]

Needed.

[or, well, it isn't, not strictly, but he remembers the amount of ribbing about being rough Wei Wuxian gave him after their first time, months and a different world ago.]

[weiyingdown]

[lets himself flop back down, sprawled naked and messy on the bed as he waits for Lan Wangji to show him exactly what it's needed for]

How do you know what's needed and what isn't? Just how much have you looked into doing it with another man?

[one_note]

[with an air of faint aggravation, pouring it over his fingers and setting the bottle aside]

"Lots of experience."

[weiyingdown]

Er-gege, you expect me to believe you have lots of experience with other men?

[one_note]

[kisses him deeply, in answer]

[weiyingdown]

[that's not an answer!! he makes protest noises into his mouth while his hand snakes down to squeeze Lan Wangji's ass to express his displeasure with said lack of response!

but not stop kissing at all]

[one_note]

[makes a faint huffy amused noise and slides his slick hand down, just lightly skimming his cock before moving lower and further back...]

[weiyingdown]

[lifts his ass off the bed just enough to make it easier for him to do...whatever he's doing. he hasn't thought far enough ahead to conceptualize exactly what Lan Wangji intends to do. breaks the kiss to get some air and nip at his nose]

Does what we're doing have anything to do with your excessive amount of experience with men? Or is it a surprise?

[one_note]

[still solemn, in the face of that playfulness; intent on treating him well]

Both.

Say if unpleasant.

[presses a finger into him, deliberate, the oil easing the way]

[weiyingdown]

[Lan Wangji can feel him shiver as he adjusts to the strange sensation; his claws dig bruises into his buttocks as he lets himself marvel at Lan Wangji being with him, putting fingers inside of him, wanting him to feel good]

When would it be unpleasant? Everything you do is nice.

[one_note]

Hmm.

[that ridiculous growling purr starts up again, at the sting and the pressure and the pleasure of getting to do this with Wei Wuxian again; busies himself nipping over Wei Wuxian's throat and chest, hips rocking against his, easing him open until he can slide a second finger in; leisurely, gentle]

[weiyingdown]

[lets him, easy and pliant and playful about it, leaning up just to moan next to his ear. his hands move up, fingers gently tracing along the scars of his back with care. he moves in time with Lan Wangji and follows that soft rock, hips chasing hips like they can't bear to be parted.]

Oh...really, where did you learn something like this? Weren't you just as new as me at this until yesterday? A-ah, right there, stretch that spot more...

[one_note]

Ridiculous.

[maybe he can't convince Wei Wuxian he's experienced in bed, but he can obey the command, can shiver and arch into Wei Wuxian's hands, can flex his fingers and then curl them, seeking the right spot inside him]

[weiyingdown]

It's completely ridiculous that you're naturally so good at this.

[his voice sounds punched out, already halfway to wrecked with just a few fingers inside of him. his legs shake every time he hits a good spot; on a particularly satisfying push he lets out a cry and they give out entirely, and he drops those few inches back down to the bed]

[one_note]

["naturally..."

works out his mild chagrined amused aggravation at that by not giving him a break at all, steadily fucking him with his fingers at that deep satisfying angle and feeling him tremble and writhe, his intent stare at Wei Wuxian's face and body an almost physical heat]

[weiyingdown]

[he's a trembling mess under him before long, whining and pressing kisses down his neck in an effort to avoid the heat of his gaze--it's too much, and he doesn't know what to do with it as he's steadily worked open in a way that he had never thought possible. Lan Wangji can hear his name in the times that Wei Wuxian is silent, in the empty Lan Zhan that doesn't come after a gasp, in the way that his lips move across his skin. the jerky rocking of his hips gets more insistent as he starts to fuck himself back onto his fingers; under his dedicated ministrations he opens up, loose and slick with oil]