[ Wei Wuxian is not worrying about being caught. Or, maybe, he doesn't care if they are. This is the sex hotel, right? So, they can make out in a private corner of the Vale if they want to. It wouldn't be strange at all, they'd be within their rights. And so Wei Wuxian doesn't hold back, shifting his position to straddle Lan Wangji properly and lean in to keep kissing him. Hot breath exchanged over and over, Wei Wuxian making tiny, pleased noises into his mouth, it all feels so good.
As Lan Wangji's arm goes around his waist and pulls him flush against him, Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss to pant softly against his lips and flicker his eyes back up to Lan Wangji's. His mouth is kissed swollen and red and he looks a little flushed, but happy. His mood has definitely improved with the kissing. ]
I love kissing you.
[ Murmured in the small space between them, he lifts his hand to take Lan Wangji's chin between his fingers, letting his thumb glide over Lan Wangji's bottom lip and biting his own in response. There's a thrum of arousal in him now, and he's getting that hooded look in his eye that he does whenever they fuck. ]
Kiss me some more.
[ And now he's pressing their lips together again, continuing that rough, hungry kiss from earlier. ]
[ 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. ]
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Date: 2025-06-15 01:54 am (UTC)As Lan Wangji's arm goes around his waist and pulls him flush against him, Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss to pant softly against his lips and flicker his eyes back up to Lan Wangji's. His mouth is kissed swollen and red and he looks a little flushed, but happy. His mood has definitely improved with the kissing. ]
I love kissing you.
[ Murmured in the small space between them, he lifts his hand to take Lan Wangji's chin between his fingers, letting his thumb glide over Lan Wangji's bottom lip and biting his own in response. There's a thrum of arousal in him now, and he's getting that hooded look in his eye that he does whenever they fuck. ]
Kiss me some more.
[ And now he's pressing their lips together again, continuing that rough, hungry kiss from earlier. ]
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Date: 2025-06-15 03:44 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-06-15 04:03 am (UTC)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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Date: 2025-06-16 01:49 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-06-18 04:15 am (UTC)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. ]