[ Lan Wangji is more than willing to comply, any lingering concerns of people stumbling upon them lost within the haze. The kiss is passionate and dominating as he invades Wei Wuxian's mouth with his tongue, apparently motivated even more so to kiss the life from him after hearing that he loves it.
And Lan Wangji does too, of course. Loves it when they kiss, when they fuck. When they sleep curled up against one another, when they brew tea together, just everything he does in his Wei Ying's company. Except he isn't "his", not in the way he wants, in the way he cannot bring himself to speak up and ask for, and maybe with that frustration he's found an outlet in just.... kissing, kissing, kissing, until Wei Wuxian is absolutely smothered and drowned in them. ]
[ Oh. Oh, yes. This is definitely going in a direction they can't return from but it doesn't matter because it feels good. Wei Wuxian loves drowning in Lan Wangji's kisses. The more passionate he becomes, the more Wei Wuxian sinks into it, kissing him back with eager, wanting presses of his lips. His arms move to curl around Lan Wangji's shoulders, gripping the back of his robes as he presses more against him and kisses him harder.
There's this desperation in him that he doesn't know how to explain. This ache in his body that isn't fulfilled except whenever Lan Wangji is kissing him or doing anything to him. The physicality that comes from having sex with Lan Wangji is something that doesn't feel near as satisfying with anyone else. He has fun, sure, but this gnawing hunger in his chest, his heartbeat faster than a hummingbird, his entire body feeling like it's on fire...
Only Lan Wangji. Only him.
There's also a deeper, darker part of him that just thinks — he wants to be owned by Lan Wangji. He doesn't want anyone to touch him except for him. He doesn't want to ever leave his side or his bed. But these thoughts are crazy, aren't they? So he doesn't give them any oxygen to breathe, not yet, not now, not when it's so confusing in his heart to acknowledge them. No, instead he will just kiss the other man, burying himself against his arms to do so. ]
[ Its funny, how unknowingly in sync their minds can be. Wei Wuxian toying with the idea of being owned and consumed by Lan Wangji, feeling hesitation for how absurd it is as the man in question, who deals with such thoughts time and time again, appears disinclined to show his usual measure of restraint.
What started as a distraction— a desire to steer away from melancholy thoughts and show there is one person here who still cares for him, who will offer up whatever is needed— has quickly built into something more as the affection and lust seeps in. Perhaps it is the realization that the situation is ultimately out of their hands, that they very well could be parted and there is apparently nothing they could do about it, but it has brought about a sense of urgency, a desire to overwhelm and be overwhelmed by the essence of the man still in his lap, his zhiji, to bury himself in him (perhaps quite literally).
Suddenly the kissing stops and there's movement, Wei Wuxian soon finding his back coming into contact with the dewy grass before a familiar weight is pressing him down into it and a warm mouth is on his neck, its owner apparently not caring at all that they are far from the usual privacy of their room. ]
[ The desperation is mutual, at the very least. The way Lan Wangji manipulates his body, lowering him onto the grass so easily and then overwhelming him with his body pressed upon his own, it's all so good. Wei Wuxian only yelps slightly as he's picked up and pressed down but then there is Lan Wangji, covering him completely, and he sinks easily back into the kiss. Perhaps they should be a bit more careful, doing something like this out in the open like this but... Wei Wuxian doesn't care.
Because that desperation again is driving him to feel empty and hollow and only satisfied by the feeling of Lan Wangji taking him. Taking him. The melancholy from earlier is abating and now all his thoughts are consumed with lust and need. There's a moan as his arms go around Lan Wangji's body, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he arches his back and presses his body into the one flush on top of him.
He breaks the kissing just for a moment, just long enough to pant out — ]
There's... there's lubrication in my pocket.
[ A little tube. He's taken to carrying it around with him. Why? Well, because of things like this. They don't have sex outside of their room very often but Wei Wuxian was not going to be caught out here with no means of getting himself slicked up and ready for Lan Wangji's cock. No way. He's already soft from the night before, it won't take long to prep him. That's what he's thinking, at least, as he connects his mouth with Lan Wangji's again and lets himself be devoured. ]
[ Such foresight. So wonderful. So handsome. So smart. Without hesitation, one of Lan Wangji's hands begins to search for the tube, long and nimble fingers making their way between layers of clothing and feeling around in pockets before finding it.
While doing so he has exactly the same thought— after their activities the night before, it probably won't take much for Wei Wuxian to be ready for him, and then they can go at it right in this very spot hard and fast, easily spent and sated before the possibility of intrusion comes calling.
He lets the final kiss linger as his hands forgo cradling Wei Wuxian's head in favour of tugging at the waistband of the other man's clothing, pulling them and the underwear down in a singular move until they reach his knees, exposing his ass and flushed arousal to the elements as he pulls back a little to sit up more as he focuses on popping open the lubrication and dousing two fingers in a healthy coating as he silently leaves the decision in his Wei Ying's hands as to whether he wishes to properly shed clothes, change positions or literally just do it just like this. ]
[ This is so raw and feral and Wei Wuxian wonders for a moment if he should stop them, go back to their room, have each other there. But he doesn't want to. He wants Lan Wangji now. He wants to feel Lan Wangji's cock buried in him, fucking him hard and fast and making him feel punch drunk on pleasure. He wants his kisses, his touch, his everything. He wants to be owned in the one way he knows he can get.
So, he kicks off his pants and underwear when they're pulled down, leaving him just in his top and his legs, ass, and dick exposed to the elements around them. The grass isn't very comfortable but he's not thinking about that right now. Instead, he's looping his legs around Lan Wangji's waist and tugging him closer, looking the picture of a seducing minx right now. ]
Come on, take me, Lan Zhan.
[ He bites his bottom lip, looking up to meet his eyes, his own half-lidded and expression slightly coquettish. ]
I feel... empty.
[ Which isn't untrue. There's an ache in him, the need to be filled and fucked without mercy. He needs it, he needs his soulmate in this most perverse of ways. ]
[ Seductive little minx indeed. Lan Wangji is looking down at the sight on display below him as he gets tugged closer, studies the look on Wei Wuxian's face amongst his pleas. What was he going to do, again? Take his time and display patience while gently opening him up? Yeah, that isn't happening.
Take me, I feel empty he says, and Lan Wangji cannot let a wish from his soulmate be left ungranted for long. Sashes and fastenings get hastily loosened and discarded as he pushes robes and pants aside just enough to free his cock, sitting hot and heavy in his palm as he works to give it a quick coating of the lube he'd dumped onto his fingers.
He pushes in then, a quick singular motion as his other hand clasps over Wei Wuxian's mouth to muffle the worst of his expected, loudest sounds. Thanks to their fooling around last night, the body beneath him is more accommodating than it could have been but even so he knows he's being rough, realizes the thought doesn't deter him at all, Wei Ying asked for it after all, and a heavy sigh into the crook of the other man's neck as he bottoms out is the only reprieved offered before he begins to fuck him in earnest. ]
[ Fuck. Fuck. It's a good thing Lan Wangji covers his mouth because at the quick push inside of him, Wei Wuxian lets out a loud moan, unbidden and uncensored. He whines helplessly against the palm covering his mouth, his hands reaching out to grip Lan Wangji's shoulders as he's suddenly fucked, hard and fast just like he wanted. The thick cock filling him has him feeling punch drunk with lust and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from how good it feels.
He shouldn't have teased Lan Wangji, baited him into fucking him so quickly, but even the slight burn where he's not stretched enough feels good. Oh so good. It has him panting hard and moaning loud and seriously, it's such a wise choice to cover his mouth because he can't keep himself from making these sounds.
His legs wrap tight around Lan Wangji's waist and his back arches off the forest floor as his eyes close tight and he keeps his grip tight on Lan Wangji as well. It's a good thing he's still mostly dressed because otherwise there would be scratches on Lan Wangji's back with how he's clutching him right now. Instead, he just writhes underneath him, moaning loud and squeezing tight around his cock. ]
[ The audacity of this man, whispering such a command into an ear while knowing he himself is the cause of all the sounds struggling to make their way out as he keeps that hand in place over Wei Wuxian's mouth.
Quiet he says, as he does nothing to lessen the pace, and if anything it seems like he is moving with even more intention, thrusting in and out with greater ease and intensity as his— ( he still doesn't know what to call this. his friend? soulmate? lover? perhaps both all of them and nothing at all. just his. ) —his Wei Ying's body becomes more accommodating to it.
They've done this often enough now that they are familiar with one another's bodies, know what feels good, and as Wei Wuxian involuntarily lifts his back off the ground Lan Wangji nudges a little closer, the slight shift making sure that his cock presses right against that most sensitive part inside him, repeatedly, over and over as his own breath becomes even more ragged and his head dips to bite down on a chunk of exposed, inviting skin below. ]
[ Wei Wuxian is drooling at this point, unable to keep his moans inside and delirious with pleasure from the way Lan Wangji just laser focuses on his body, on fucking him so good. They've definitely done this enough times at this point that one would think Wei Wuxian would adapt to it, be able to keep his sense during it, but that's impossible when Lan Wangji truly knows his body better than he knows it himself.
The hard, consistent pressure against his most sensitive area has him squirming on Lan Wangji's cock, his hole clenching and unclenching around him. When Lan Wangji bites him, well, he's been bitten enough times by this man now to know that he likes it. There is only another sharp cry, still muffled by Lan Wangji's hand and fingers digging harder into the meat of his back as he clutches the man.
It truly feels like it went from zero to a hundred here, with the way Lan Wangji just knows exactly how to drive him insane. Wei Wuxian whimpers against him, eyes closed and panting heavily against his palm. That desperate, lonely ache in him from before has been filled, by Lan Wangji's presence, by Lan Wangji's cock. He is truly so satisfied. ]
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And Lan Wangji does too, of course. Loves it when they kiss, when they fuck. When they sleep curled up against one another, when they brew tea together, just everything he does in his Wei Ying's company. Except he isn't "his", not in the way he wants, in the way he cannot bring himself to speak up and ask for, and maybe with that frustration he's found an outlet in just.... kissing, kissing, kissing, until Wei Wuxian is absolutely smothered and drowned in them. ]
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There's this desperation in him that he doesn't know how to explain. This ache in his body that isn't fulfilled except whenever Lan Wangji is kissing him or doing anything to him. The physicality that comes from having sex with Lan Wangji is something that doesn't feel near as satisfying with anyone else. He has fun, sure, but this gnawing hunger in his chest, his heartbeat faster than a hummingbird, his entire body feeling like it's on fire...
Only Lan Wangji. Only him.
There's also a deeper, darker part of him that just thinks — he wants to be owned by Lan Wangji. He doesn't want anyone to touch him except for him. He doesn't want to ever leave his side or his bed. But these thoughts are crazy, aren't they? So he doesn't give them any oxygen to breathe, not yet, not now, not when it's so confusing in his heart to acknowledge them. No, instead he will just kiss the other man, burying himself against his arms to do so. ]
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What started as a distraction— a desire to steer away from melancholy thoughts and show there is one person here who still cares for him, who will offer up whatever is needed— has quickly built into something more as the affection and lust seeps in. Perhaps it is the realization that the situation is ultimately out of their hands, that they very well could be parted and there is apparently nothing they could do about it, but it has brought about a sense of urgency, a desire to overwhelm and be overwhelmed by the essence of the man still in his lap, his zhiji, to bury himself in him (perhaps quite literally).
Suddenly the kissing stops and there's movement, Wei Wuxian soon finding his back coming into contact with the dewy grass before a familiar weight is pressing him down into it and a warm mouth is on his neck, its owner apparently not caring at all that they are far from the usual privacy of their room. ]
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Because that desperation again is driving him to feel empty and hollow and only satisfied by the feeling of Lan Wangji taking him. Taking him. The melancholy from earlier is abating and now all his thoughts are consumed with lust and need. There's a moan as his arms go around Lan Wangji's body, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he arches his back and presses his body into the one flush on top of him.
He breaks the kissing just for a moment, just long enough to pant out — ]
There's... there's lubrication in my pocket.
[ A little tube. He's taken to carrying it around with him. Why? Well, because of things like this. They don't have sex outside of their room very often but Wei Wuxian was not going to be caught out here with no means of getting himself slicked up and ready for Lan Wangji's cock. No way. He's already soft from the night before, it won't take long to prep him. That's what he's thinking, at least, as he connects his mouth with Lan Wangji's again and lets himself be devoured. ]
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While doing so he has exactly the same thought— after their activities the night before, it probably won't take much for Wei Wuxian to be ready for him, and then they can go at it right in this very spot hard and fast, easily spent and sated before the possibility of intrusion comes calling.
He lets the final kiss linger as his hands forgo cradling Wei Wuxian's head in favour of tugging at the waistband of the other man's clothing, pulling them and the underwear down in a singular move until they reach his knees, exposing his ass and flushed arousal to the elements as he pulls back a little to sit up more as he focuses on popping open the lubrication and dousing two fingers in a healthy coating as he silently leaves the decision in his Wei Ying's hands as to whether he wishes to properly shed clothes, change positions or literally just do it just like this. ]
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So, he kicks off his pants and underwear when they're pulled down, leaving him just in his top and his legs, ass, and dick exposed to the elements around them. The grass isn't very comfortable but he's not thinking about that right now. Instead, he's looping his legs around Lan Wangji's waist and tugging him closer, looking the picture of a seducing minx right now. ]
Come on, take me, Lan Zhan.
[ He bites his bottom lip, looking up to meet his eyes, his own half-lidded and expression slightly coquettish. ]
I feel... empty.
[ Which isn't untrue. There's an ache in him, the need to be filled and fucked without mercy. He needs it, he needs his soulmate in this most perverse of ways. ]
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Take me, I feel empty he says, and Lan Wangji cannot let a wish from his soulmate be left ungranted for long. Sashes and fastenings get hastily loosened and discarded as he pushes robes and pants aside just enough to free his cock, sitting hot and heavy in his palm as he works to give it a quick coating of the lube he'd dumped onto his fingers.
He pushes in then, a quick singular motion as his other hand clasps over Wei Wuxian's mouth to muffle the worst of his expected, loudest sounds. Thanks to their fooling around last night, the body beneath him is more accommodating than it could have been but even so he knows he's being rough, realizes the thought doesn't deter him at all, Wei Ying asked for it after all, and a heavy sigh into the crook of the other man's neck as he bottoms out is the only reprieved offered before he begins to fuck him in earnest. ]
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He shouldn't have teased Lan Wangji, baited him into fucking him so quickly, but even the slight burn where he's not stretched enough feels good. Oh so good. It has him panting hard and moaning loud and seriously, it's such a wise choice to cover his mouth because he can't keep himself from making these sounds.
His legs wrap tight around Lan Wangji's waist and his back arches off the forest floor as his eyes close tight and he keeps his grip tight on Lan Wangji as well. It's a good thing he's still mostly dressed because otherwise there would be scratches on Lan Wangji's back with how he's clutching him right now. Instead, he just writhes underneath him, moaning loud and squeezing tight around his cock. ]
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[ The audacity of this man, whispering such a command into an ear while knowing he himself is the cause of all the sounds struggling to make their way out as he keeps that hand in place over Wei Wuxian's mouth.
Quiet he says, as he does nothing to lessen the pace, and if anything it seems like he is moving with even more intention, thrusting in and out with greater ease and intensity as his— ( he still doesn't know what to call this. his friend? soulmate? lover? perhaps both all of them and nothing at all. just his. ) —his Wei Ying's body becomes more accommodating to it.
They've done this often enough now that they are familiar with one another's bodies, know what feels good, and as Wei Wuxian involuntarily lifts his back off the ground Lan Wangji nudges a little closer, the slight shift making sure that his cock presses right against that most sensitive part inside him, repeatedly, over and over as his own breath becomes even more ragged and his head dips to bite down on a chunk of exposed, inviting skin below. ]
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The hard, consistent pressure against his most sensitive area has him squirming on Lan Wangji's cock, his hole clenching and unclenching around him. When Lan Wangji bites him, well, he's been bitten enough times by this man now to know that he likes it. There is only another sharp cry, still muffled by Lan Wangji's hand and fingers digging harder into the meat of his back as he clutches the man.
It truly feels like it went from zero to a hundred here, with the way Lan Wangji just knows exactly how to drive him insane. Wei Wuxian whimpers against him, eyes closed and panting heavily against his palm. That desperate, lonely ache in him from before has been filled, by Lan Wangji's presence, by Lan Wangji's cock. He is truly so satisfied. ]