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Wei Wuxian 魏无羡 | Wei Ying 魏婴 ([personal profile] weiyingdown) wrote2020-09-29 12:36 pm
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one_note: (don't say you won't.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-24 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
one_note: (the stars were all unpinned.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
one_note: (but here comes mr. night taking over.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[...waits until he goes limp before carefully easing his hand back, gathering him properly, protectively close, breathing rough.

they are...a mess]
one_note: (you're not defenseless.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
one_note: ((but i do.))

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[kisses his brow somewhere in there as well, slowly soothing a hand down his back, completely heedless of the mess right now. shh, relax.]

one_note: (never did run smooth.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[eventually, when he himself is calmed and Wei Wuxian is in the deeper stage of that doze, he does carefully stir and scoop him up in his arms.]
one_note: (hepatica.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[soothe, soothe]

Rest.

[getting up, careful not to jostle him]
one_note: (for the one who had a name.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-26 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
After.

[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]
one_note: (never really over.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-27 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[oh...

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]
one_note: (at the end of the day.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-27 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[he keeps getting that soft faintly startled look out of him; strange.

he obeys easily, though.]
one_note: (the longer you're in love.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-27 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
one_note: (ice has melted back to life.)

[personal profile] one_note 2020-10-27 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[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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