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"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."

Wei Wuxian's nimble mind is in total arrest, no thought in his mind beyond yes and how? and more. It is fortunate indeed that they are out by the river and not in the dorms, for the sounds Lan Zhan's clever hands ring from him cannot be caught no matter how he tries, and soon Wei Wuxian abandons his own will entirely, whimpers devolving into mewls the longer Lan Zhan strokes him inside and out. "Lan Zhan," he manages, tightly closed eyes cracked to gaze at him in wonder.

Lan Zhan keeps his eyes locked on Wei Ying's as he leans further down until his mouth is hovering above his cock. His finger keeps thrusting and he wants to add another, wants to wring him further apart but he thinks this is enough for now.

They haven't even eaten dinner, yet.

His mouth swiftly replaces his stroking hand as he swallows him down, willing his throat to relax. He wants to crawl inside Wei Ying, wants to be inside him but he won't voice those things, not yet. Won't tell him how much he wants to take him apart entirely.

Lan Zhan's hot mouth closes around him, and Wei Wuxian sobs, clutching at his head when he can no longer reach his shoulders. He hadn't known anything could feel so good, has anyone ever felt as good as he does now? Surely not in Asgard, perhaps not even in the universe beyond.

"Lan Zhan," he groans, "Lan Zhan," and when he's sure he'll either go mad with it or explode, "Lan Zhan, I-I'm going to spend."

Lan Zhan hums around Wei Ying, not wanting him to stop, wanting to swallow him down like he had failed to do the first time. Wei Ying's fingers are buried in his hair and it's wonderful, he wants him to tighten his grip. Maybe he will tell him so, later. Maybe he will ask Wei Ying to touch his hair, again like this.

He sucks hard, trying to coordinate the motion with pressing the correct spot inside, hoping to feel Wei Ying shake apart.

The idea that they have all night, many nights to spend like this is heady and feels dangerous.

The short warning is all that Wei Wuxian can manage, and he soon reverts to gasps and moans, which ratchet up in both volume and pitch the longer Lan Zhan works him. His cheeks hollow around him, drawing him into the tightest heat yet, and as pleasure begins to wind electric down his spine, that thrusting finger makes new light burst behind his eyelids, and Wei Wuxian is lost. He comes, shaking and crying out as it crashes through him, shooting hard against the soft roof of Lan Zhan's mouth.

Lan Zhan pins Wei Ying's hips down with an arm, concentrating on swallowing him down, the taste not as strange as he had expected. Honestly, although he would not likely say so, it tastes very much like much of the food in the Cloud Recesses.

He immediately kisses along the scar on Wei Ying's belly once his mouth is free, gently removing his finger as Wei Ying's body shivers.

"Love you," he murmurs, lips tracing the sharp, low slice. "Love Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian isn't aware of much. His chest heaves, and his body trembles. There's an absence of warmth around his cock but a new warmth against his belly. He's hollowed out and full at the same time, and entirely too alone against his pillow on the floor. "Lan Zhan," he says, half sigh and half whine, reaching in an attempt to tug him closer. "Love you. Please come here."

He immediately crawls back up Wei Ying's body, settling half on top of him as he brushes Wei Ying's tangled, sweaty hair out of his face. He cannot help but run a hand down Wei Ying's still heaving chest, eyes greedy for every piece of him. For being of a similar size, there are so many differences between them and Lan Zhan very much wants to investigate every single one.

"Wei Ying is not too shocked with Lan Zhan?" he asks, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

The fluttering part of Wei Wuxian settles for Lan Zhan's weight resting on him. He winds his arms around him immediately, lifting his face for that wet kiss to his cheek. He still feels as if he could fly apart - or sink into a deep slumber - at any moment, but he rallies for the question spoken in Lan Zhan's low voice.

"Shocked by Lan Zhan everyday," he murmurs. "I love it. Love you." His strange, contradictory, revelation of a love. "So much, Lan Zhan."

"Let your food go cold," he murmurs, kissing along Wei Ying's forehead in apology. "Not proper but wanted you so much. And the house, our house," he manages before his voice betrays him, too much feeling blocking all the things he wants to say.

But Wei Ying understands, he thinks, what all of this means to him. Wei Ying understands Lan Zhan's actions where his words fail.

"Can get Wei Ying food if he wants."

Wei Wuxian slots one eye open towards the dregs of the fire. "Food is near the coals, Lan Zhan," he says, smiling a little. It will be warm, and even if it isn't, Wei Wuxian is used to discomfort after Yiling.

Feeling bold, he pulls Lan Zhan more closely to him. "I don't need food, anyway. Only Lan Zhan." He brushes his nose against his cheek. "I wanted you, too. I've never felt like that, Lan Zhan," he says, not hiding his wonder. "Not ever. You are so good."

"Wei Ying does need food," he protests even as he happily presses closer to Wei Ying. He is still hard but the urgency is not as strong, not if he is able to hold a sated Wei Ying. Not if he was the one to make Wei Ying this way.

He buries his nose in Wei Ying's neck and breathes him in for a long moment, listening to Wei Ying's voice in his ear. Every single night, he could have this. Every night together in their home, wrapped up in each other. It's enough to make him need a careful breath in and back out before he speaks. "Book was informative. Want to find ways to make Wei Ying feel good. Add them to the list."