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Lan Zhan takes a sharp breath at the touch of warm skin and impatiently but efficiently shrugs off his robes before leaning down to kiss Wei Ying's brand.

"Bruises from before are all gone," he complains as he bites down below the brand, needing to reclaim what is now his. He can feel Wei Ying hard against him, heart racing at the thought that it is for him and he grinds against him. "Have new places I want to leave them. Will show you."

Wei Wuxian hisses, enjoying the now familiar rush as pain wars with pleasure, the both of them blooming beneath Lan Zhan's teeth. "Lan Zhan is so cruel," he teases, lifting one limber leg high enough to stick his toe in the hem of Lan Zhan's inner pants and tug them down his hips.

"Wei Ying is more meal than man to his eyes."

Lan Zhan does not disagree and lets Wei Ying pull his pants down to his knees before grabbing his leg and pushing it up, taking advantage of Wei Ying's flexibility to bite at the back of his still clothed thigh.

"Wei Ying is free to try and stop Lan Zhan," he murmurs as he keeps hold of the back of Wei Ying's knee and kisses his way along the inside of his leg. "But Lan Zhan has many marks to make."

Wei Wuxian yelps for the sudden, forceful position change, laughing afterward, because of course Lan Zhan will not behave as expected. "Then Lan Zhan should take the rest of my clothes off," he advises, breaths coming faster as Lan Zhan's mouth presses closer and closer to his groin.

"Else I will have to explain to the tailor so many teeth made holes in my robes."

"No one would believe you," Lan Zhan points out before letting go of Wei Ying's leg to yank down his trousers. Lan Zhan cannot ignore a suggestion to unclothe Wei Ying, not after being deprived of the sight.

He immediately kisses along the dark trail of hair leading down from Wei Ying's belly, so entirely different from his own. He pulls out a small vial of oil from his pouch, setting it to the side before licking a stripe up Wei Ying's cock.

Lan Zhan wastes no time, and Wei Wuxian clutches at his head as he kisses his way down his stomach, so much long, silken hair trailing over his skin. "Lan Zhan," he whines, back arching for the sudden hot lick along his cock. Lan Zhan moves so quickly that he can scarcely keep up, but he sees his hand reach for something in his pouch.

"Lan Zhan, what is it?"

"Oil," he answers, pulling back enough to grab it and hold it in front of Wei Ying for his inspection. It is a small vial as Lan Zhan had been uncertain when and if they would need it. He is not certain that Wei Ying will want any of this, but he wanted to be prepared for any outcome.

"There is something inside a man that feels good when touched," he murmurs, free hand dropping to stroke Wei Ying lightly. "Tried it on myself. Liked it. Think you will like it."

Wei Wuxian smiles - of course Lan Zhan has been methodical. Even so, he's a little jealous. If anyone is to be making Lan Zhan feel good, it should be Wei Wuxian! "Inside," he says, feeling a rush of something. Embarrassment, he thinks, but intrigue as well, especially when Lan Zhan's large hand strokes him.

"What is it like?"

"Strange," he admits, leaning over to give Wei Ying a soft kiss, disliking anything right now that feels too far away. He sets the oil down, hand still stroking Wei Ying as he murmurs against his lips.

"But when I found it, very good. Wei Ying does not have to. Lan Zhan can just use his mouth to bring pleasure. Anything Wei Ying wants."

"I want to," says Wei Wuxian. It requires little thought. Lan Zhan clearly wants to, and if it feels good, all the better. He winds his arms back around Lan Zhan's neck, keeping him close long enough for a deeper kiss. Lan Zhan is fully atop him now, miles of warm skin to savor against his own, his hand moving just enough to keep Wei Wuxian eager. "You wish to do it now?"

"Mm," he answers, opening his mouth to Wei Ying's. He lets go of him long enough to roll his hips, needing to press as close as possible before he must pull back to try this.

"Want to bring Wei Ying pleasure. Want to touch him inside," he breathes in between kisses. "Then eat. Then more things. More ways to touch."

Wei Wuxian groans, catching Lan Zhan's hips to move with him, hand slipping lower to clutch at his ass when their bodies slide together just right. Lan Zhan wants so much, and Wei Wuxian wants to give it all to him, to always be the yes in the lifetime of no that Lan Zhan has faced.

Even so, he has never been touched inside before by anything but steel. "Lan Zhan, I - it makes me nervous, but I trust you. You can touch me any way you like."

"Won't hurt Wei Ying," he promises, allowing himself a few more thrusts before he pulls back and grabs the oil. He quickly pours a little on two fingers, remembering the angles he'd finally discovered after several different attempts.

"If you don't like it, tell me," he warns before hitching one of Wei Ying's legs over his shoulder. His fingers drop to circle lightly against Wei Ying, knowing how odd it had felt but hoping Wei Ying is not too startled by it. The book had said these were all things done commonly by men but he's unsure if such things applied to their own people.

Wei Wuxian nearly flinches to find himself suddenly completely open and exposed - even in the comparative peace of Asgard, he's not forgotten to protect his most vulnerable places - but he is with Lan Zhan, and he gradually relaxes...

...only to tense all over again when he feels the odd sensation of Lan Zhan's fingers circling his hole. A ripple of doubt passes through him, not for himself, but for Lan Qiren's long contempt. He swore he'd never hurt his nephew, and here he is, defiling his fingertips. Brow pinched, Wei Wuxian murmurs, "You want this, yes? It's not only to pleasure me?"

"Anything that pleasures Wei Ying, pleasures Lan Zhan," he says, pressing gentle kisses to Wei Ying's leg. He is tense below him and face uncertain which is not acceptable to Lan Zhan.

"Every part of Wei Ying brings me pleasure. Want to worship every part. Everything about you moves me."

Wei Wuxian exhales, nearly astonished to find his doubts swept so sweetly and cleanly away. "Lan Zhan is so charming," he murmurs, his cheeks flushed in the face of such devotion. The tension in him fades entirely, and he winds Lan Zhan's hair through his fingertips, determined to do whatever he must so that Lan Zhan enjoys this.

It isn't terrible. Wei Wuxian is not certain how this could be good, but as he said, he trusts Lan Zhan, and his hands on him will never be unwelcome. "Lan Zhan truly means to touch me everywhere."

"Plan to touch every inch of Wei Ying," he murmurs, sucking the skin on the side of Wei Ying's leg to leave a mark. "We will have time, home to do it in."

Lan Zhan gives Wei Ying's leg one more soft kiss before he presses one long finger in, sliding smoothly but tighter than he'd expected. It is hot inside and just this, just being inside Wei Ying in any way is thrilling. "Breathe."

Wei Wuxian can't help clutching at Lan Zhan's shoulders when one long finger simply slides inside of him. It is foreign and strange, and when Lan Zhan tells him to breathe he finds he needs to, loosing the too hot air in his chest all at once. He squirms despite his well meant decision to enjoy this, accidentally forcing Lan Zhan in a little deeper.

"Ah!" he says, "Lan Zhan, go slow!" as if it isn't him who's done it.

Lan Zhan nods immediately, although he is very certain Wei Ying was the one who moved. Careful not to jostle his finger, he reaches over with his free hand to coat his fingers with oil.

Wei Ying is not as hard as he was, but Lan Zhan thinks this will distract if nothing else. He reaches down to start slowly stroking Wei Ying, calculating the angle he thinks he needs when Wei Ying is ready for his finger to move.

"Wei Ying is hot inside, soft."

"I am?" Wei Wuxian asks, breathless from the moment Lan Zhan begins stroking him. It feels so good, and after so many days without it - it doesn't occur to him once that the pleasure is a distraction.

He's never considered what he might feel like on the inside, but he's pleased with hot and soft, turning a more animated gaze on Lan Zhan when he looks up at him. "You touched yourself like this?" he asks, trying to picture it, Lan Zhan alone and determined, naked on his bed and touching himself and oh, the image is so intriguing. "I want to touch you like this also," Wei Wuxian blurts.

Lan Zhan nods, hand still stroking as he starts to slowly and gently thrust inside Wei Ying. He is still so tight, as Lan Zhan had been, too much to look for the spot, just yet.

"Never touched myself before," he admits, although he does not think Wei Ying will be surprised. "Not in any way. Still hard to allow feeling pleasure. But easy to give it to Wei Ying. Like giving it to Wei Ying, very much."

"I will give it back to you," Wei Wuxian promises. He knows Lan Zhan has difficulty doing nice things for himself, and he knows why, just as he knows that he won't stand for it and will make Lan Zhan happy every single day that he's allowed the privilege.

But Lan Zhan's finger is moving now, a motion and a rhythm that his body seems to instinctively understand. It still doesn't feel good, but even so, Wei Wuxian wants more of it, intrigued by the edge of something unknown that he craves despite its mystery. "Lan Zhan," he breathes, "I like this."

"I like how Wei Ying looks like this," he breathes, pressing all the way in and crooking his finger in search of the place.

He is inside Wei Ying, with him spread out beneath him. He hardly knows what to concentrate on in the face of a messy spill of black hair, wide eyes and his legs spread for Lan Zhan. He wants so many things. He wants things he read about in the book. He wants to be inside Wei Ying in more ways.

Lan Zhan reaches deeper, and Wei Wuxian winces for the sudden stretch, his mouth open to beg for a respite when pleasure bursts inside of him like a firework. He cries out, cock leaping in Lan Zhan's hand, his hands clutching at his shoulders for an anchor. "This is..." he starts, trembling all over from the short burst and staring at Lan Zhan with wide eyes. "Lan Zhan, do it again."

Lan Zhan lets out a breath, eyes widening as Wei Ying's back arches in pleasure. This is what he wanted, this is what he wants to see every day of his life. He strokes Wei Ying, grateful for his coordination as he presses again and again, in time with the strokes of his hand.

"Wei Ying looks beautiful," he pants, painfully hard but so happy to do this all night. He could make Wei Ying fall apart all night and never touch himself, he thinks. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Want to do these things all the time with you."