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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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.

Wei Wuxian's eyes fly wide again, as yet still unused to being touched in such an intimate place, though he settles quite quickly after a reassuring glance at Lan Wangji. Of course, it helps that Lan Wangji's handsome mouth is currently stretched around his cock.

Lan Wangji had let him touch him so deeply. He won't stay up past nine and yet he'd ridden Wei Wuxian's fingers as some men ride a horse. Wei Wuxian can be brave for him. "Go ahead, Lan Zhan," he whispers.

Lan Wangji squeezes Wei Ying's hand again before pressing in slowly but steadily, all the way up to the second knuckle as he keeps his head moving around him.

He is incredibly tight and warm, so tight that he is startled he himself was able to take two fingers given his capacity to relax. He keeps his mouth suctioned tight but moves slowly, unsure if overstimulation would be a negative or a positive but wanting to take his queue from Wei Ying.

Wei Wuxian sucks in a breath, hand tightening around Lan Wangji's as his finger penetrates far deeper than it had in the bath. It hurts, mostly around his entrance, but it isn't unbearable. Even so, the sharpness of the stretch, coupled with the drugging heat of Lan Wangji's mouth makes him whine, body confused between the warring sensations.

"This slight ache," he says, "It gets better?"

He hums around Wei Ying before pulling off, tugging Wei Ying's hand holding his own to where Wei Ying is hard, wrapping their fingers around him.

"Gets better, does not disappear," he murmurs, eyes sweeping over Wei Ying's face and furrowed brow. "Do not mind it once other things feel good." He starts to move the finger gently and slowly out and back in, eyes darting down to where it disappears and feeling a pang of arousal at the thought of more.

"I thought about having you in me, moving in me. The thought helped. Arousing."

Wei Wuxian closes his eyes, letting Lan Wangji move his hand around his cock which can't seem to decide if it wants to remain hard or not. It's simply too hard to focus on the pleasure when he feels this strange intrusion, so Wei Wuxian doesn't try, imagining instead what Lan Wangji has told him.

Lan Wangji, his Lan Zhan, inside him, not his fingers but his cock. Even this Wei Wuxian can't quite imagine, a whole cock fitted inside where even a finger feels to large, but Lan Wangji...this he can imagine. The sight he'd make hovering over him, sweating and breathless, taking pleasure in the heat of Wei Wuxian's body. He groans, skin prickling with heat as he imagines being such a vessel. "How do I feel, Lan Zhan?" he asks. "Would I be good around your cock?"

He has to still for a moment at Wei Ying's words, arousal sharp and fraying at his control. "Yes," he hisses, pushing his finger in again gently as deep as it will go before he starts to gently curl his finger as he moves, trying to stretch Wei Ying enough to find what he seeks.

"Have imagined it many times," he admits, eyes trying to take in the picture Wei Ying makes with his hair pulled up, skin on display as he imagines being in him in such a way. "Imagining pinning Wei Ying down, feeling you around me, under me. Could feel every part of you."

Wei Wuxian hums, teeth caught in his bottom lip. "I like it when you hold me down," he replies, picturing it as Lan Wangji's finger shifts, stretching him from within. "I feel like I'm going to fly apart sometimes, but you don't let me. And you're so beautiful, Lan Zhan. You'd fill my vision entirely if you were inside me."

He can feel himself getting hard again but finds just this satisfying, just feeling Wei Ying hot and tight from the inside and watching him splayed out beneath him.

He knows he could do this for hours, if Wei Ying could stand it.

The next slide in of his finger has him curling and pushing up before sliding out, trying to feel for the place he knows now to be there. "Wei Ying is a vision. Beautiful. Beautiful underneath me."

Wei Wuxian smiles, relaxed by the praise Lan Wangji's finger crooks, pressing deeper, and Wei Wuxian shivers, feeling the edge of something. It happens so quickly that he can't decide if he imagined the little spark of pleasure, and he shifts, wincing but moving purposefully when he moves his hips to take in more.

"I almost thought - " he says, brow furrowed. "I think you were close."

Lan Wangji nods, half to himself before letting go of Wei Ying long enough to grab a pillow and stuff it underneath Wei Ying's hips, immediately pleased at the increased mobility for his hand.

He pushes in again, a little deeper but slowly and deliberately pushing over where he thinks that spot may be, other hand rejoining Wei Ying's to stroke him. "Wish Wei Ying could see what he looks like," he whispers, fingers curling and stroking him from within. "Debauched. Lovely. Mine. Warm."

"Lan Zhan looks - " Wei Wuxian begins, words cutting off for a choked breath. He'd been right, Lan Wangji had been close, and now his long finger is pressed right against a spot that feels sensitive and shivering, even faint pressure against it like a bolt of electricity up Wei Wuxian's spine.

"Oh," he breathes, hurriedly dropping his arm over his face as he feels his mouth drop open. "Lan Zhan, it is - it is maddening."

"Like it or want it to stop?" he asking, keeping his finger moving and pressing but not daring to go faster or harder until Wei Ying has clarified. For him it felt both as if he wanted to run away from it and chase after it and he has never done well with conflicting emotions. They have, however, nearly all been tied to Wei Ying. Those types are far more bearable.

"Can stop and just have my mouth if Wei Ying wishes," he promises, even as he grows even harder from the sight of Wei Ying overcome.

"I - " Wei Wuxian starts, only to whine again. The pressure hasn't increased, yet every little brush against that spot makes all sense fly from his head. "More," he manages, groping once more for Lan Wangji's hand. He doesn't know whether to squirm or moan, but he doesn't want to stop, throwing himself willingly into the strange and wonderful madness so long as Lan Wangji does not release his hand. "Ah, need you, Lan Zhan."

"Wei Ying must tell me if he does not enjoy this," Lan Wangji murmurs, leaning down to kiss twice at Wei Ying's chest before sliding back down to take him inside his mouth.

His fingers squeeze gently at Wei Ying's as he sucks hard at the same time he pushes in a second finger, stilling only his hand once he is all the way in. He presses his tongue against the vein running up Wei Ying's length and hums softly, wanting to keep him hard for this. Wei Ying's hand on him as he completed was wonderful and he wants somehow to make this even better for Wei Ying.

Velvet heat descends around his cock, tangling with the bright sparks of pain at his entrance. It aches, but somehow the stretch of two is less uncomfortable than that first intrusion, for now Wei Wuxian knows what awaits him when they press far enough.

And his Lan Zhan is holding him, cradling him with his hand and his mouth both, and Wei Wuxian feels safe and cared for. "I like it," he assures him, hair slipping from its topknot as Wei Wuxian's head shifts against the sheets, unable to remain still when stimulated from so many points. "Move like you did before, Lan Zhan."

He wastes no time, pushing in and up with his fingers moving them in the same rhythm as his mouth, hips twitching with the desire to move, to be inside that tightness.

"Wei Ying feels good," he rasps as he pulls off just enough to talk, watching Wei Ying's chest heave and stutter. He licks at the head of his cock, fingers still clutching Wei Ying's, never more grateful for his gift of coordination. "Want to watch you like this, again. Feel you around me. Does Wei Ying want that someday, me in you?"

Wei Wuxian's length jerks against his lips. He nods, gathering himself enough to speak, but it's difficult. Lan Wangji's fingers feel enormous inside him, pulling as much pleasure from him as discomfort, and Wei Wuxian very much wants to feel this again. "Your fingers fit," he manages, shifting his hips down to rock against them, toes curling as they brush that wonderful spot. "Your cock could, too."

And then he could feel this and kiss him, too, see him hovering over him mere inches away, or perhaps beneath him, gasping up at Wei Wuxian when he sits in his lap and takes his cock inside him. "It would be good, Lan Zhan."

He surges up, unable to stop himself as he kisses Wei Ying, pushing their joined hands above Wei Ying's head as he pushes his fingers in a little harder, little faster, curling up relentlessly each time.

"I would take you like this," he whispers against Wei Ying's mouth, long hair spilling over his shoulders onto Wei Ying's lovely skin. "My Wei Ying under me. My Wei Ying warm around me. Perfect."

He kisses him again, meeting Wei Ying's hips with every push, his clever Wei Ying who moves so perfectly.

Wei Wuxian groans, trembling as Lan Wangji holds him down, hovering close and filling up his vision. "Just like this," he breathes, feeling Lan Wangji's hot breath against his lips, silken hair caressing him like a touch. He feels hypersensitive, each strand an individual whisper against his skin, and then Lan Wangji is kissing him, kissing him and fucking him with his flingers, and Wei Wuxian is rapidly coming undone. Like this, the brushes to his cock are fleeting, but it's all he needs as Lan Wangji's long fingers work.

"Lan Zhan," he pleads against his mouth, "I'm going - I'm going to - "

Lan Wangji hums against his mouth and ducks back down, fingers moving hard and fast as he takes Wei Ying down to the root sucks hard.

He knows he will crave this, now, crave being able to crawl inside of Wei Ying, touch him in a way no one has or will ever touch him. He wants to take him apart like this ever night with his fingers and his mouth and his cock. He will need to feel this connection to Wei Ying in every way he can find.

Wei Wuxian mewls, head thrown back as that hot mouth descends, closing around him so tight and sweet with no second's respite from those fingers thrusting deep inside. It's more than any man could stand, and he all but wails as orgasm rises and overtakes him, charging through him like something wild. He comes right down Lan Wangji's throat, seizing there like something speared, only collapsing boneless to the sheets after it feels like an eternity has passed. His body aches, still unused to being used in this way, but Wei Wuxian hardly feels it through the bliss settling over him.

"Lan Zhan," he calls weakly, reaching in an attempt to pull him next to him.

Lan Wangji rides Wei Ying out, letting his buck and writhing and only pulling carefully, slowly off of him one he is completely settled. He reaches for the neat pile of rags he has taken to keeping next to his side of the bed and cleans his hand before crawling up to cover Wei Ying.

"Mine," he murmurs, dropping a kiss to Wei Ying's flushed lips as he settles himself just to Wei Ying's side, wanting to will his arousal down before he settles as closely as he desires. "Like that we discovered this, together. My brave Wei Ying."

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