weiyingdown | popdrop: ic inbox

weiyingdown

Sanren 散人
20s / M

白日依山尽，黄河入海流。欲穷千里目，更上一层楼。☀

Let's be friends ♥

Art Source [Catch-all post for ic inbox, any potential overflow from posts, and nsfw]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

one_note

You.

[wraps fingers tight around his, and kisses him down deep into the bed, as they hit the edge.]

From:

weiyingdown

[lets out a cry in his mouth as he comes, stars dancing in his vision as he tips into overwhelming ecstasy and a slick mess spills between them. his nails dig into Lan Wangji's back and draw blood before he goes boneless under him, kissing, kissing, kissing all the way through it]

From:

one_note

[groans hoarsely into the kiss as he comes as well, driven over by the feeling of Wei Wuxian's orgasm and the sting of being marked by him, shaking faintly on top of him...

everything feels a little unreal when they come back to themselves, perhaps, but they feel warm and sticky and at least temporarily spent, tangled up in the mess of the bedsheets.]

From:

weiyingdown

[it takes a while for his breathing to return to normal, or even to feel anything other than content and relaxed. he doesn't know what he's supposed to feel, after that, so he holds onto those emotions for as long as possible. when he does move again, it's just to peck kisses onto Lan Wangji's face and into his hair]

From:

one_note

[breathes out quietly under the attention and settles them on their sides after a bit, their legs still tangled and their arms still around each other. the better to look at him; at his flushed and smiling face.]

From:

weiyingdown

[sighs at him, almost helplessly]

"You?" You're lucky that's romantic, or I would complain about it not being poetic enough.

From:

one_note

[resists the extremely romantic urge to drop a pillow on his face]

It is truth.

From:

weiyingdown

[laughs softly and plants one more kiss on his bare forehead]

I don't really understand it. But I know it's not a bad thing.

From:

one_note

[the breath leaves his lungs at that one; it's a moment before he can respond]

Would make it good.

From:

weiyingdown

It's already good! If it's not bad, doesn't that mean it's good?

From:

one_note

[...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.]

From:

weiyingdown

[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?

From:

one_note

[low]

If you do, say.

From:

weiyingdown

[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.

From:

one_note

...

...

...

What would you like?

From:

weiyingdown

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]

From:

one_note

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

From:

weiyingdown

[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]

From:

one_note

[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.]

From:

weiyingdown

[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]

From:

one_note

[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]

From:

weiyingdown

[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]

From:

one_note

[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.]

From:

weiyingdown

[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]

From:

one_note

[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.]