[ 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: 2025-06-16 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. ]