yiling_laozu | bday ~ dday

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bday ~ dday

It's horrible.

Wei Wuxian pokes the thing that emerges from the oven, watches it jiggle, then pokes it again.

It's varying shades of grey and an ill sort of green, smells of garlic and carrots, and according to the box Wei Wuxian had used it's called a vegetable loaf. It's an awful name, but Lan Wangji will no doubt love it, provided that Wei Wuxian's use of three different types of lentils doesn't prove too flavorful. If it does, Lan Wangji is unlikely to tell him, Wei Wuxian thinks as he busies himself in the kitchen, trying to clean up the worst of the chaos before Lan Wangji returns from town, new sheet music in tow. He's still got a few gluten free oats stuck to his cheek when he hears the door open, and Wei Wuxian tramples over fallen cherry tomatoes to call out -

"You're early! Stay in the front room!"

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He nods half to himself, still unable to imagine having all of Wei Ying inside him but imagining it would bring Wei Ying great pleasure if it feels like that.

It also very much makes him want to feel Wei Ying in such a way.

His heels firm on the floor he shifts his hips up, taking more of Wei Ying inside, finding it easier after the initial push. "Move your finger as you would...yourself," he says, feeling the itch of something pleasant, something that he does not yet know how to chase.

As he would...himself, Wei Wuxian's mind repeats. As he would himself what? Ought he know this? He swallows down the sudden surge of panic as best he can, trying to take in Lan Wangji's cues. He lifted his hips, therefore, he must want...more.

Wei Wuxian pushes his finger in farther, gasping a little when Lan Wangji's body swallows him all the way to his second knuckle. It's not that far, yet it feels like leagues. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he mutters, squirming his hips in impatience for what he knows not but Wei Ying has stilled his finger and Lan Wangji does not know why.

"Feels strange still but -" and he pauses, moving his hips again to try and learn what it is his body is wanting. It does not want to stop but he is frustrated that it is not more instinctual in this position as it generally is when he pleasures Wei Ying. "Push your finger in and out. Imagine it is you in me."

"But I am in you," says Wei Wuxian in a small voice, looking down at his hand and the disappearance of most of his finger. He is doing this wrong, but he doesn't know why or how, and it is Lan Wangji's birthday that he's forgotten. But in and out. He can do that.

Brow furrowed, Wei Wuxian pulls his finger out, then pushes it back in again, watching Lan Wangji's unimpressed face for clues. Again, he tells himself, wrist moving. "Is it good?"

Lan Wangji blinks up at Wei Ying's tone and leans up to kiss his sober face, mustering all his courage and resolve to properly voice his request.

"Like it is your cock in me," he whispers, blushing furiously even as he presses on. "Imagine it is in me, move as your hips would move."

There something about simply the idea of it that sends a bolt of arousal through him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he flexes his hips, wanting something more. "Curl your finger up when it pushes in."

There are several things to remember, but they are concrete and Wei Wuxian takes great comfort in that, still watching Lan Wangji closely as he thrusts his finger in and out. It seems he gets a little deeper each time, and when he has room, Wei Wuxian crooks his finger upward, rubbing along Lan Wangji's inner walls before retreating once more.

Lan Wangji slides his hands up to grip at Wei Ying's upper arms as he lifts his hips, finding the sensation somehow more and less strange the more Wei Ying moves. It is incredibly intimate and the idea of taking Wei Ying inside is more arousing than even the sensations right up to the point that Wei Ying shifts his fingers.

"Oh," he breathes, fingers digging into the meat of Wei Ying's arms as his hips jerk, seeking more of that. Prostate. The book explained it. But Lan Wangji hadn't understood it would feel like this. "Again, again like that. Good. So good."

Lan Wangji's short exhalation is another man's shout, and Wei Wuxian's brows lift, taking in the way Lan Wangji's suddenly thickening cock jerks when he presses in again.

"It is truly so good?" Wei Wuxian asks in awe, sitting up so he can wrap his other hand around him. His hand is already slick with oil, and he sweeps his thumb over the head of Lan Wangji's cock with every stroke, glad that there is at least one thing here he knows very well how to do.

"It is," he manages, voice stuttering at the touch of Wei Ying's other hand. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, focusing on the strange sensation of pleasure coming from two different places, entirely different than anything he has felt before.

His arms drop back to the floor, one hand grasping at Wei Ying's bony knee as the other splays flat on his own belly. "Strange, from the inside, try another. Another finger." He does not even know why he wants that, isn't sure his body can accommodate it but he is certain he wants more of something."

His fingers slides easily inside now, but even so, Wei Wuxian would hesitate to add another if it were not for the abject pleasure on Lan Wangji's face. He presses another in beside the first, wincing in sympathy for the tightness, but crooks both as he strokes him in two places.

"Lan Zhan is very beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching the way his breaths hitch in the firelight.

Lan Wangji cannot quite imagine what he looks like but he suspects it is very unkempt with sweat beading at his temples and hair strewn about it would normally never dare.

Two fingers is almost too much, just on the right edge of pain but he cannot imagine how men take an entire cock inside them. But his Wei Ying is so clever, such a fast learner that he finds himself growing more tense and more agitated as the pleasure mounts in a new way. "Feels maddening," he pants, pushing his hips up in the same rhythm, losing control of himself as pleasure overwhelms him. "Need to release. Want it." He fixes his eyes on Wei Ying's looking transcendent crouched above him. His Wei Ying is inside of him, he was able to allow his Wei Ying inside.

Wei Wuxian grins, flushing in triumph and pleasure as Lan Wangji comes even more undone, body shifting to chase the strokes from both his hands. The only stain on an otherwise delicious moment is that he can't both kiss Lan Wangji and pleasure him, but he vows to kiss him quite a lot when he is spent.

"Go on, Lan Zhan," he breathes, stroking him faster, fingers no longer thrusting but held against the spot that has driven him to such heights, grinding relentlessly against that patch of mysterious, spongey flesh inside him.

His hips twist, back arching as he fights the strange sensation of wanting to get away from such an intense sensation and chase more. It's too good, shaking him apart in a way that he cannot control at all and it's as terrifying as it is freeing.

His orgasm feels pulled out of him from deep inside in a way that is entirely shocking and new and he cannot help the strangled shout that breaks free as he starts to come. He pushes down, hard, onto Wei Ying's fingers until the pleasure teeters into pain and he hisses and drops his hips back down. "Wei Ying," he pants, eyes stinging for no reason he can discern, just simply overwhelmed and unable to pinpoint the exact emotion.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian breathes as Lan Wangji shatters beneath him, coming harder than Wei Wuxian has yet seen. His issue splatters halfway up his ribs, and Wei Wuxian follows his impulse to lean down and lick it away, moaning a little as he feels taut muscle trembling beneath his tongue.

"My Lan Zhan," he murmurs, kissing his way up to his mouth. He cups his cheek with his - relatively - cleaner hand, holding him gently until the worst of his trembling has receded. "You came so hard," he says in wonder.

He clutches back at Wei Ying once he is close enough and once Lan Wangji can successfully control his limbs. He kisses back, still catching his breath as he fights the urge to squirm.

He feels empty which is a very strange and very new sensation and does not quite know what to do with himself. "It is very different," he murmurs, staring up at Wei Ying as he tries to gather himself. "I was impatient. I'm sorry," he whispers, tugging Wei Ying closer, suddenly wanting a hug or specifically, wanting Wei Ying's arms around him.

"I can hardly call you on it," Wei Wuxian chuckles, dropping his entire weight down on Lan Wangji and holding him like an octopus. His mind is still reeling from the sight Lan Wangji had made as he spent, utterly destroyed by the press of two of Wei Wuxian's fingers. What a strange, marvelous little place to exist, hidden within a man.

"Aren't I impatient also? Besides," he says. "It took me an age to figure out what to do. I never would have known such a place existed if you had not told me."

Lan Wangji buries his face in Wei Ying's hair for a long moment, listening to his wonderful chatter and breathing him in. He smells like sweat a little and what he suspects are Lan Wangji's hair oils and perhaps a tiny bit like their dinner.

He is entirely perfect and Lan Wangji wonders that his heart can stand feeling this much affection.

He drops a kiss to his temple before grabbing the oil and securing his arms around Wei Ying's back, pushing up to a seated position. In one swift movement he folds his legs under him and stands, Wei Ying still wrapped around him. "Can I try and find it in Wei Ying? In our bed?

Not expecting the sudden surge of motion, Wei Wuxian yelps, only to laugh in delight to find Lan Wangji both upright and carrying him in his arms. "My Lan Zhan is so strong," he muses. "How did a poor radish farmer find such a man?"

He presses a kiss to his cheek, nodding. "I'm a little frightened," he admits. "I can't imagine how it must feel, but Lan Zhan was so lovely when I touched him there."

He does not roll his eyes at Wei Ying's ridiculousness but it a very near thing. Poor, radish farmer indeed.

He carries him through the house to their room with their ridiculously large, properly low bed and settles them both onto the mattress. The bed had been an easy purchase, one to which Lan Wangji had put up the weakest of arguments against as he had secretly wanted the overly large and soft mattress as well. It and the presence of Wei Ying make getting up at the proper hour.

"Think Wei Ying will be better suited to it," he states, spreading oil on his fingers and dropping down to kiss across Wei Ying's belly. "If Wei Ying does not like, I will not mind."

Wei Wuxian hums, not certain that that's true, though it's quite possible. "I do like it when Lan Zhan reduces my thoughts to mere pops and crackles," he agrees, "Like a silly little fire, burning without remembering why."

He is the one thing, it seems, that can render Wei Wuxian non-verbal, which is just as overwhelming as it sounds. He shivers in a sudden rush of nerves. "Will you hold my hand?"

He immediately grabs Wei Ying's hand, kissing along his knuckles before ducking down to lick a stripe up his cock, thinking that it might be easier if Wei Ying is already feeling pleasure.

"Anything Wei Ying wants, I will do," he promises, squeezing Wei Ying's fingers. He carefully grasps Wei Ying with his oiled hand and licks around the head before swallowing shallowly, keeping his eyes on Wei Ying.

Wei Wuxian squeezes back, eyes falling closed as Lan Wangji's hot tongue strokes along his newly interested length. "I only want to be good for you," he sighs. He doesn't know how, his usual instincts all but silent when Lan Wangji presents him with a new idea towards bodily pleasure. His mind is so quick, but beyond procuring wine, Wei Wuxian almost never uses it towards pursuit of his own happiness. It ought to be selfless, but instead, he finds he feels quite stupid.

"I wish I knew more," he admits. "I like to make you feel good so much."

Lan Wangji gives an unhappy hum around Wei Ying before pulling off, hand continuing to move around him but leaving him free to speak. "Wei Ying is good for me. Gives me happiness and pleasure every day," he argues, unable to stand anyone speaking ill of Wei Ying, including Wei Ying.

"Took me days to find any information in the library. Could not ask," he admits, remembering combing the stacks until a mix of sexual therapy books (he cannot fathom speaking to a stranger of such a thing), lurid novels and anatomy textbooks had offered the information he sought. "Such things are not taught. Wei Ying has had no reason to know them, no way to know them."

Wei Wuxian gives his own displeased hum, even as his hips lift, chasing the strokes of Lan Wangji's large hand. "Why aren't they taught?" he grouses. "It must be important knowledge." Lan Wangji came nearly to his own eyeballs! And not once in all Wei Wuxian's years had he ever heard about the reason why!

"Lan Zhan is diligent," he praises. "He found out what we weren't meant to know." It's enough to make his length swell in Lan Wangji's hand. "So rebellious, Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji shakes his head with affection before lowering his head and slowly taking Wei Ying back into his mouth, inch by inch.

He knows well why such things about men would never be discussed, at least not in proper company but there is no reason to voice such things. This place has many faults, but the easy acceptance of their relationship is not one of them.

His hand drops down as he moves his head, oiled finger pressing softly against Wei Ying as he had done for Lan Wangji.

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