[Lan Wangji can feel his own heartbeat throb in his temples, feel the need to bite him, to hoard him close and not let him go--not foreign impulses at all, just strengthened by his partial transformation.
he doesn't--he doesn't intend to go farther than this, he reminds himself, not right now, but he's growing hard against Wei Wuxian's body again, powers in full force and his monstrous stamina with them, and it would be so easy to just remove his fingers, listen to Wei Wuxian beg to be filled again, take it as permission to fuck him fully--
wraps his other hand around Wei Wuxian's cock again instead, stroking him in a rhythm, the pace picking up.]
[desperately tries to meet that pace but he's never fast enough, his strength turning into trembling desire that can't move past how good it feels. his dick aches with every stroke and he whines at the pooling pleasure in his gut, feeling himself tip closer to the edge with every push inside and out. he makes himself meet Lan Wangji's eyes, pressing their foreheads together, noses brushing; intimate in a way he struggles to handle]
Hanguang-Jun, Er-gege, ah--please don't tease me like this, go faster. I'll do whatever you want, just don't stop.
[his eyes widen, and then he leans forward and kisses Wei Wuxian one more time, stealing what little air he's got left, teeth stinging in his lip and body solid and hot against his, pinning and pressing him deep into the bed; obeying his request, almost punishingly intense, driving him the rest of the way to that edge without mercy or letup.]
[the pleasure merges with the stinging ache of too much too fast, prickling pressure ready to burst, but he can't get enough of it--his cries get louder and his cock strains for release, close, close, close, every bit of friction feeling like it might be the thing that tips him over the edge. it's enough to make him lose himself in it. he wants more.
it feels like it might go on forever when the orgasm hits and knocks any breath left right out of him; he spills all over Lan Wangji's hand, all over both of them, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in the world. the weak whimpers of being blissfully fucked out are caught between their lips while he gives one final thrust before going boneless under him]
[there is so much cum on your bed and on the people in it, sorry Lan Wangji. he tucks himself into him anyways as his cock softens and he pulls himself back to reality. the only thing he can do is stare at his face, fingers brushing his cheeks]
[he looks as hectic as Lan Wangji gets, hair disarranged, flushed intensely enough that it actually reaches his face, strange eyes heavy-lidded. tilts slightly into Wei Wuxian's hand, mouth opening on those unspoken syllables. Wei Ying.]
[settles down by inches until they're tangled up in each other just like they were before, if a little sweatier and messier. dozes but doesn't fall asleep, letting the steady beat of Lan Wangji's heart soothe him]
[he's being held against Lan Wangji's chest, supporting arms under his legs and back, and carried to the bathtub; Lan Wangji perches on the wide edge and starts running the hot water, letting it fill before he lowers Wei Wuxian into it]
hums consent and settles into the tub on the other side, their legs a bit crowded together; it's bigger than the ones where they come from, certainly big enough for two]
[tucks those expressions away into his admittedly faulty memory. if Lan Wangji makes those kinds of faces over being a little spoiled, then the only thing to do is spoil him more often.
the whole process is languid and gentle; he tips Lan Wangji's head back to wet his hair before massaging shampoo into his scalp. there is the occasional extra scratch from his claws, but even that is soft and filled with care]
[he tips his head back into Wei Wuxian's hands, easy and trusting; their necklaces are probably laid at the tubside since we keep forgetting they exist oops. his eyes are closed. his breathing's quiet. the long wet spill of his hair into the water mostly hides his scars.]
[the scars are hidden, but not forgotten. once he rinses the suds out of his hair he pulls it all to one side over his shoulder, sleek and clean, and tips Lan Wangji's head forward next. Lan Wangji can hear the water stir and feel the heat of his body as Wei Wuxian pulls closer. it's not an overly large tub to begin with, and the movement has Lan Wangji tucked onto Wei Wuxian's lap.
with his back exposed, Wei Wuxian leans in and presses a kiss to the parts of the scars that sit just below his shoulders, in addition to providing some light kisses along the more recent scratches mixed in along his upper back. his nose draws a line up the back of Lan Wangji's pale neck before he reaches for a washcloth and starts washing his back]
[he can't see Lan Wangji's face in this position -- he is so warm and so still and moves however Wei Wuxian wants him to -- but pressed so close, he can perhaps feel the way his breath hitches, again and again.
it's not arousal this time, though it could easily be mistaken for it.]
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he doesn't--he doesn't intend to go farther than this, he reminds himself, not right now, but he's growing hard against Wei Wuxian's body again, powers in full force and his monstrous stamina with them, and it would be so easy to just remove his fingers, listen to Wei Wuxian beg to be filled again, take it as permission to fuck him fully--
wraps his other hand around Wei Wuxian's cock again instead, stroking him in a rhythm, the pace picking up.]
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Hanguang-Jun, Er-gege, ah--please don't tease me like this, go faster. I'll do whatever you want, just don't stop.
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it feels like it might go on forever when the orgasm hits and knocks any breath left right out of him; he spills all over Lan Wangji's hand, all over both of them, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in the world. the weak whimpers of being blissfully fucked out are caught between their lips while he gives one final thrust before going boneless under him]
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they are...a mess]
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...Wow.
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[doesn't crack an eye, but does mumble]
Er-gege, no moving.
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Right now?
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Rest.
[getting up, careful not to jostle him]
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[one eye barely opens to see what's happening; his fingers brush against Lan Wangji's skin, petting, coaxing]
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[he's being held against Lan Wangji's chest, supporting arms under his legs and back, and carried to the bathtub; Lan Wangji perches on the wide edge and starts running the hot water, letting it fill before he lowers Wei Wuxian into it]
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If you're not resting yet, then join me. You're just as much of a mess as I am.
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hums consent and settles into the tub on the other side, their legs a bit crowded together; it's bigger than the ones where they come from, certainly big enough for two]
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Turn around and let me wash your hair.
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he obeys easily, though.]
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the whole process is languid and gentle; he tips Lan Wangji's head back to wet his hair before massaging shampoo into his scalp. there is the occasional extra scratch from his claws, but even that is soft and filled with care]
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with his back exposed, Wei Wuxian leans in and presses a kiss to the parts of the scars that sit just below his shoulders, in addition to providing some light kisses along the more recent scratches mixed in along his upper back. his nose draws a line up the back of Lan Wangji's pale neck before he reaches for a washcloth and starts washing his back]
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it's not arousal this time, though it could easily be mistaken for it.]
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