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“Hey, Lan Zhan! Look what I found!”
Lan Wangji’s back stiffened. “Wei Ying said his army was large enough.”
“Come on, look!”
“Wei Ying agreed we were too close to the conference to risk nighthunting anymore.”
Wei Wuxian laughed. “Lan Zhan, would you just look!”
Lan Wangji looked. After two long blinks, some of the tension in his shoulders released.
“Don’t worry, I won’t eat them!” Wei Wuxian said, grinning and keeping a firm hold of the small black and white bundles squirming in his arms. “I remember you saying not to hunt them!”
Quietly, Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian approach, then collapse dramatically to the ground beside him, rabbits redoubling their struggle at the sudden move.
“I saw them and I remembered those two that I gave you at Cloud Recesses!” Wei Wuxian said happily. “Do you remember when I did that? It was right before I got kicked out — you were so offended at the thought of me eating them! Between that and what you said the first night we camped, uh… man, it’s been, what, a month? Anyway, you said not to hunt rabbits both then and when we were fifteen, right? So, I guess you like them, huh?”
Lan Wangji nodded slowly.
“I knew it!” Wei Wuxian said, grin widening. Squeezing the rabbits in his elbows, he managed to scratch both behind the ears. The black one struggled, then quieted, leaning into the touch. The white one quivered like a plucked guqin string, then bit his hand.
“Fuck! Here, Lan Zhan, take this guy! He’s easy, he just wants attention.”
“Wei Ying —”
Wei Wuxian shoved the black rabbit into his hands.
Both it and Lan Wangji froze. The rabbit recovered first, leaping away.
To everyone’s surprise, Lan Wangji caught it mid-air, one arm pulling it to his chest, while the other hand stroked it firmly from head to tail. The rabbit settled almost immediately, whiskers vibrating softly.
The sight of such an upright cultivator stroking a small, adorable creature made Wei Wuxian cackle in delight.
Startled by the sound and movement, the white rabbit struggled again, but remained held fast in Wei Wuxian’s arms.
“So, what did you do with them?” Wei Wuxian asked, patting the fluffy ball of fury. “The ones from back then? They looked kinda like these, right? You released them somewhere safe, I assume?”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji looked down at the black rabbit doing an approximation of purring in his arms, gaze occasionally flicking to the white one fighting to escape.
“Ah, yeah,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Yeah, that figures. Pets aren’t allowed in the Cloud Recesses, right?”
“…They are not.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes lingered on the squirming rabbit in Wei Wuxian’s arms.
“Don’t worry, he’ll come around to me,” Wei Wuxian reassured him. “I just need to find the right way to pet him.”
Lan Wangji placed the black rabbit on his lap, where it immediately flopped sideways, legs twitching. “Does Wei Ying do this often?”
“What, catch rabbits?” he shrugged, trying to stroke the underside of the rabbit’s chin only to be bitten again. “Ow! No, I always liked hunting pheasants more.“ He winked, leaning in conspiratorially. “I guess you’re not the only one with an ungentlemanly fondness—fucking ow—for cute fuzzy creatures!”
“Ridiculous,” Lan Wangji said, stroking the top of the black rabbit’s head, eyes still fixed on the white.
Wei Wuxian laughed again, “Ah, I’ve found you out, Lan Zhan, no use hidi—ow!”
Lan Wangji’s lips turned down slightly. “Has Wei Ying considered letting that one go?”
“He’ll come around,” Wei Wuxian insisted. “If he was really scared, he’d freeze, or shit on me. He just needs to be convinced.”
Lan Wangji looked away. “So Wei Wuxian does do this often.”
“Huh?” The rabbit tried clamoring for freedom up his front; Wei Wuxian easily caught it. “What? You mean petting an animal until it comes around? I mean, I guess sometimes… a lot less recently… anymore…animals don’t tend to… I can’t really remember…”
“Absurd,” Lan Wangji said, still petting the black rabbit with even strokes.
“Wow, you’re really good at that,” Wei Wuxian said, impressed. “Have you pet rabbits a lot before?”
“…” Lan Wangji was still looking away; Wei Wuxian squinted at him.
“What?” he asked, bemused. “Are you really that mad that I’m bothering this poor, innocent bunny? Really, if I think I’m hurting or seriously scaring him I’ll stop, but sometimes it’s more fun winning them over when…”
It clicked and he burst out into raucous laughing, finally setting the rabbit aside to fling his arms and body around Lan Wangji. “Bwahahaah! Lan Zhan! Ah! Are you drinking vinegar because I’m harassing it and not you?”
Despite its previous struggles, the white rabbit, seemingly confused by its sudden change in fortune, hopped only a few paces away before turning and watching, whiskers twitching wildly.
Lan Wangji’s ears pinked; he carefully placed the black bundle down beside him, where it immediately began eating grass, seemingly unbothered by its inexplicable day.
“Shameless!” he scolded, attempting to push Wei Wuxian off, only to be stymied as the demonic cultivator, seemingly not content with merely occupying his lap, continued climbing upward, kneeing Lan Wangji in the chest as he scrambled precariously on top of his shoulders.
“Wei Ying —“
“You are!” Wei Wuxian said, leaning down from his perch to grin at Lan Wangji, yanking his ribbon, pinching his cheek, then his ear, then his side — hands moving too fast for Lan Zhan to catch easily. “You absolutely are! Lan Zhan, don’t worry — you’re my favorite angry rabbit!”
“Enough,” Lan Zhan said sternly, ears red. Managing to grab a stray wrist, he attempted to drag Wei Wuxian down but was perhaps half-hearted in his efforts, as, eel-like, the man escaped his hold, twisting the motion around to land on top.
Hesitating in a half-recline, Lan Wangji stared up at the figure who straddled his lap. An ordinary man would likely have been blinded by the sun in his eyes, unable to distinguish features in front of him. But Hanguang-Jun, of course, had a cultivator’s eyesight, and was perfectly able to see every inch of Wei Wuxian’s mischievous expression, not to be thrown off by the sunlight haloing him. As such, he really should have expected the sharp pinch to his inner thigh.
Lan Wangji jolted, then huffed, surging to wrestle Wei Wuxian to the dirt. It didn’t take long this time to pin him, hands locking decisively around his wrists.
“Ah, Lan Er-Gege,” Wei Wuxian whined, squirming. “So cruel to —”
Rustling came from the brush beside them. Something far larger than a rabbit.
They froze.
“Hello? Is someone over there?”
They sprang apart.
Wei Wuxian rolled to the side, straightening his robes and putting his hands behind his head so he appeared to be lounging in a careless, but not overtly disheveled manner. When he glanced back at Lan Zhan, he was sitting cross legged, back stiff, guqin in his lap. His hair and ribbon were in perfect order.
Two men emerged from the brush not a moment later. Judging solely by looks, they appeared to be family — likely father and son.
“Ah, we thought we heard someone over here,” the older one said. His eyes widened as they fell on Lan Wangji’s weapon, robes, and instrument; hastily, he inclined his head and shoulders in a messy bow, the other man following suit behind him. “Oh! Noble cultivators! I hope we haven’t disturbed a nighthunt.”
“No,” Lan Wangji said, rising to his feet and returning the bow.
“Nothing to hunt but game for dozens of li around here,” Wei Wuxian added wistfully, remaining rudely sprawled on the ground.
“Ah, good, good,” the older man said, nodding. “My family and I are traveling to market in the city; the two of us went ahead to scout for a good spot for camp this evening.” He bowed again, lower this time, son once again following his actions a half step slow, distracted by Lan Zhan’s guqin and sword. “If I may — my wife is an excellent cook, and we would be honored to serve respected cultivators a humble dinner.”
I’m sure they would, Wei Wuxian thought, equal parts annoyed and sympathetic. Making camp besides cultivators was as good a defense as it was possible to get from any evil that might lurk in the space between civilized towns; dinner was cheap payment indeed for that sort of protection.
Before Lan Wangji could speak and spoil their night, Wei Wuxian sat up. “Your wife, huh?” he asked, grinning with all his teeth. “Any pretty daughters?”
Lan Wangji turned sharply towards him and shot him a glare, hand dropping to his sword in irritation.
Wei Wuxian laughed, bright and cold. “Relax, Hanguang-Jun,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “It was just a joke!”
For the first time, the younger man, who could not have been more than seventeen, stepped in front of his father, hiding him somewhat behind his large farmer’s shoulders. “Hanguang-Jun,” he said, looking uneasily between the white and black-clad cultivators. “Apologies for not recognizing you sooner. Of course, you should not feel obligated to join our fire if you are busy with more important matters.”
“Ah, come on, Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Wuxian said, leaning back on his hands and drawing enough resentment from his core that a spiritually sensitive individual might detect a chill. More importantly, he had been reliably informed it was enough to bring what one might call an “incredibly fucking creepy” red gleam to his eyes. “My nights as a free man could be coming to an end! I could use a good meal.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said warningly; whether it was at the resentment, the insult to his cooking skills, or actually an intentional effort to play along, it was impossible to say.
Naturally, the two farmers faltered backwards, paling.
“Ah, I see Hanguang-Jun is busy,” the father said, gripping his son’s shoulder tightly and dragging him away. “So sorry to disturb cultivation business!”
“Wait,” Lan Wangji said, glaring at Wei Wuxian before turning back to the frozen farmers. “You and your family have nothing to fear when making camp tonight,” he said, with a solemnity and confidence that brooked no doubt. “Wei Ying speaks to provoke reaction. Nothing more.”
Wei Wuxian groaned, falling backward. “Ah, you don’t have to insult my abilities on top of everything else!” he griped. “If Hanguang-Jun were anyone else…” he trailed off, flaring enough resentment that even a non-cultivator should feel an uneasy cold.
“Ah, thank you, Hanguang-Jun,” the farmer said, bowing again. “We will — thank — thank you!”
“Many thanks to Hanguang-Jun!” The son chimed.
They fled.
Lan Wangji glared at Wei Wuxian, who waited until the two were safely out of earshot to reply.
“What!” he said. “They’ll be fine without us! Seriously, me and mine are the only sources of resentful energy for dozens of li around here. And it’s not like you wanted to camp near a family tonight, anyway.”
Lan Wangji just exhaled, hands balled into fists. Wei Wuxian studied him. He was fairly sure he had it figured out — horny gripping was just the forearms, angry gripping came from the shoulder — actually determining that moment to moment with voluminous layers was another matter, but context clues helped.
Right now he was gripping from the shoulder, but not to the point of white-knuckled rage — just low-level annoyance.
“Would it have been better for them to figure out who I was after we followed them back to camp?” Wei Wuxian asked frankly. “Were you just going to avoid saying my name the entire night? Isn’t it better to get it over with?”
“…”
Wei Wuxian looked away, brightening when he saw the two rabbits hadn’t completely left, lingering on the edge of the clearing and chewing on grass side by side.
“Besides,” he said, pointing them out. “If they had camped here with us, they might have wanted to eat the bunnies.”
Lan Wangji exhaled hard again, but his grip did relax somewhat; the man really liked rabbits.
//
Dinner was solemn that night, Lan Wangji distant for reasons that Wei Wuxian didn’t have the energy to try and tease out, too focused on playing his little army to sleep.
Wei Wuxian began chewing willow twigs immediately after they finished eating — it had taken only one blowjob immediately following a chili oil soaked meal to guiltily vow to never make that mistake again, no matter how annoyed he might be at Lan Zhan at any given time.
Lan Wangji approached with caution, seeming to take several meditative breaths before finally sitting beside him on a log by the fire, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip.
“…You’re not going to waste another night trying to lecture me, are you?” Wei Wuxian asked, weary and wary.
“No,” Lan Wangji replied quietly. “Wei Ying does not have to defend himself from me.”
With a groan of relief, Wei Wuxian fell sideways into his lap. He had been trying to generally keep his distance, but fuck it — Lan Zhan had fairly clearly demonstrated that he considered any bad energy Wei Wuxian gave off worth the trade off for the good stuff. And the truth was, the family’s reaction earlier had reminded him how little time and distance they had until the conference. This really might be one of his last nights to unwind. Lan Zhan dropped a hand to his head, gently stroking his hair.
…Perhaps Lan Zhan had also been reminded.
“Ah, that Light Bearing Lord,” Wei Wuxian said dramatically. “He really is too powerful for this one!”
“Wei Ying,” said light-bearing lord admonished, with a slight frown.
“Shh, come on, didn’t you ever play pretend as a kid?” Wei Wuxian thumped Lan Zhan’s chest with a lazy swing. “Listen! Where was I — ah, right — after a long and hard battle, the Demon of Yunmeng has been struck down, and is utterly at the Lord’s mercy! None would fault such a righteous champion of righteousness for striking while the Demon is temporarily weakened.”
“Mm.” Lan Wangji stood, sweeping Wei Wuxian up into his arms as he went. “I will carry Wei Ying when he is weak.”
Heat rose in his face. “Noo,” he whined, crossing his arms and kicking his feet. “You’re doing it wrong. That’s not the game!”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji walked to his tent, shifting Wei Wuxian to one arm to open the flap in an impressive feat of strength and dexterity. “Would apologize, but it has been forbidden in these matters.”
“And if there’s one thing Lan-er-gongzi is good at, it’s following rules,” Wei Wuxian griped, clinging to Lan Zhan’s neck as he laid him down on a worn bedrolll as carefully as if it were the finest of silk bedding.
“Usually,” Lan Wangji countered.
“Yeah…” Wei Wuxian wrapped his fingers around the trailing stands of Lan Zhan’s ribbon, tugging him down. “I really have corrupted you, haven’t I?” His smirk came out a little too close to a grimace.
Instead of answering, Lan Wangji turned his head, pressing his lips to where Wei Wuxian’s fingers met silk.
“Ah,” Wei Wuxian said, breath catching in his throat. “Say, Lan Zhan…”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian swallowed. “If Hanguang-Jun didn’t vanquish Yunmeng Zhi Mo, perhaps it’s the other way around?”
“Mm?”
Slowly, Wei Wuxian unwrapped his armband, Lan Zhan tracking the motion with keen eyes. Then he flipped them over, straddling Lan Wangji’s thighs and leaning down.
“You can’t take this off,” Wei Wuxian said, playful tone not entirely hiding his nerves as he tied the black fabric around Lan Wangji’s eyes. “That’s a rule for the game, alright?”
“Alright,” Lan Wangji agreed, brow furrowing.
The other armband came off to reinforce the blindfold, then Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Zhan’s headband on top, feeling a little silly—if Lan Zhan wanted to push the fabric away from his eyes, none of this would exactly stop him.
“Lan Zhan won’t break this rule, right?” he confirmed.
After several moments of consideration, Lan Wangji nodded, finding Wei Wuxian’s hand and squeezing it. “…I will keep the blindfold on until you say otherwise. I promise, Wei Ying.”
“Right.” Wei Wuxian licked his lips, then began the now practiced steps of stripping Lan Wangji of his finery.
Is the light blue fading from too much washing? This trip has been really hard on our clothing. Fuck, Lan Zhan is muscular. It’s not obvious with how many robes he usually wears. Should I be doing more headstands? Oh, maybe I should start copying Gusu fashion — enough layers that I can wear whatever I want on bottom, so that after I commission some tailored ku… Gods be good, how can someone have such well defined muscles and still be so pretty?
Laid out on his back, blindfolded and stripped, Lan Zhan looked every inch the pure sacrifice that the cultivation world no doubt suspected the Demon of Yumeng of ravishing. With a few notable discrepancies. Wei Wuxian stroked the most prominent one, which was hot and responsive and firm and large in his hand, reveling in the way Lan Wangji’s breath stuttered, back arching ever so slightly.
“So, Hanguang-Jun,” Wei Wuxian said, letting his natural arrogance seep into his voice. “Looks like I have you right where I want you.” Right hand still fisting Lan Zhan’s cock, his left moved to idly trace over a few of Lan Zhan’s key acupoints, lightly tapping, but not pressing down hard enough to actually do anything. “You won’t be able to do anything with your spiritual power sealed,” he said, voice light.
“…Spiritual power sealed,” Lan Wangji repeated slowly. “Or else… I would escape. And not be here.”
Wei Wuxian smiled, dragging his left hand down the center line of Lan Zhan’s chest. Lan Zhan’s cock twitched in his right as he played with the head. “Hanguang-Jun understands.”
Lan Wangji started to reach toward him, but Wei Wuxian snatched his hands, grip feather light.
“No!” Wei Wuxian said, in a scolding whisper. “That’s not how you play. You’re at the Demon’s mercy, remember? He has you trapped, so you — you have to keep your hands above your head. Got it? You have to. You can’t move at all.”
Obedient, Lan Wangji withdrew, slowly stretching his arms above his head .
“Ah, so good,” Wei Wuxian purred, heart pounding. Dropping a hand, he gave a final squeeze of approval and warning, then let go, and began to undo his own outer layers.
“Lan-er-gongzi knows the rules now. And Lan-er-gongzi is very good at following rules, isn’t he?”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji’s hands, elegant and large, flexed around nothing, nearly brushing the walls of the generously sized tent.
Wei Wuxian took off his belt.
“Because Lan-er-gege knows the game ends if he breaks the rules, right?”
Head tilting in the direction of the belt as it was set to the ground, Lan Wangji nodded.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Wuxian shifted to his feet, standing over him. The charm he had sewn-in some weeks ago lit the canvas softly, providing just enough light to illuminate the line of Lan Wangji’s throat as it bobbed.
Another deep breath, then he removed his inner robe. Then his under robe.
Then his pants.
At least one part or another of Lan Wangji twitched as each clothing item fell to the ground.
Then, with great care, Wei Wuxian knelt back down, hyperaware of much-washed bedding rubbing against his shins. Of his knees as they bumped the sides of Lan Zhan’s chest, then closed in tighter, more deliberately.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed as skin brushed skin. Wei Wuxian was unable to read the exact emotion in his voice, but there was definitely a fair amount.
He didn’t reply, which meant he was able to hear the soft, punched out noise Lan Wangji made as Wei Wuxian lowered himself further back and down, settling on Lan Zhan’s lap. For an improbable moment, he thought Lan Zhan’s dick wouldn’t bend with him, hard and proud as it stood. But despite occasional outward impressions, Lan Zhan was of course flesh and blood, and they slotted together as readily as ever.
Better even! It really was incredible that Wei Wuxian had lived for so many years without realizing that asscheeks naturally parted when you knelt, provided of course your knees were spread wantonly.
Lan Zhan’s hands turned backwards to fist the ground canvas beneath them.
Okay, well that’s not going to last long, but this is our last night camping anyway, so it’s probably alright if he rips his tent.
“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian breathed, alternating between hot flashes and chills as he started rocking, Lan Zhan’s length burning pleasantly where it rubbed extremely sensitive skin. Goosebumps broke out across his arms and legs. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Curious, he dragged a hand over his own nipples, just to confirm they had indeed hardened, even though it wasn’t actually particularly cold. They had, but he let his hands linger longer, just to be certain. “Nh — How is it that even when Hanguang-Jun is at my mercy, I still suspect that Yunmeng Zhi Mo is the one who will be impaled?”
A noise escaped Lan Wangji’s throat. The canvas creaked under his fingers; a few other minute twitches similarly got away from his control. Wei Wuxian had to bite back a giggle at the distinct sensation of knocking at his back entrance. His own cock gradually rose from half-hard anticipation to tap against his stomach.
With remarkable self-discipline, he stopped teasing and forced himself partway way back up, Lan Zhan’s cock chasing after him. It made up an… impressive amount of ground between Wei Wuxian’s knees and waist.
Shuffling forward to give himself a bit more room to work, he studied Lan Zhan face.
Fucking hell, he was gorgeous. That shade of red his ears were turning might be the most beautiful color in the world, matched only by the delicate pink flush of his throat.
“You know,” Wei Wuxian said, reaching a hand down and tracing a perfectly sculpted cheekbone. “I almost feel bad for all the women who will never even have a chance to see you like this.”
Lan Wangji’s lips parted as he breathed in and Wei Wuxian’s thumb slipped in. The inside of Lan Zhan’s lips were soft and wet.
“Too bad for them Hanguang-Jun is all mine,” Wei Wuxian murmured.
Lan Wangji breathed in more sharply, and Wei Wuxian jerked his hand back. A laugh that hopefully sounded playful and not nervous bubbled out.
“Ha. Right,” he said, clearing his throat. “Got to continue with the — the ritual.”
His right knee pressed heavily into Lan Zhan’s side as he leaned over, fumbling sideways for his belt and rummaging into the pouch attached. He had never really thought of his knees as particularly erogenous, but the place where their skin touched felt fever hot.
At one innocuous point while he was taking too long to dig, Lan Wangji’s jolted. A drop of Wei Wuxian’s precome had fallen shamelessly down and landed on exposed skin. Despite his face bursting into flames with the realization, Wei Wuxian didn’t acknowledge it outloud.
Eventually he managed to unseal the jar of oil and dip a finger in.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said hoarsely. Yup, that’s the sound of canvas tearing.
“Shhh.” Wei Wuxian reached behind himself, between his legs, bumping Lan Wangji’s dick out of the way “Be a good virgin sacrifice and hold still, okay?”
It would probably be safer to do this at a different angle, considering it was all on the line if Lan Zhan shed his blindfold, but…well…he didn’t want to stop looking at Lan Zhan’s face. Even as his fingers circled his own rim, most of his focus was on that growing flush.
He had had a little time alone to practice this recently, which meant the only thing he felt as his finger pushed in was pure bliss. “Fuck,” he gasped, pressing in further, tracing that sweet spot. “Fuck! Seriously, how did I not know about this?” Fingering himself alone in a tent while missing Lan Zhan’s body heat had felt good. Doing it with Lan Zhan’s naked body on display was fucking incredible, sparks of pleasure quickly rising to a blaze low in his stomach.
Lan Wangji’s head had lifted, as if to strain closer to the slick sounds of his finger working in and out.
“Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan,” he managed, watching the smooth ripple of muscles tightening across Lan Zhan’s chest and stomach. His hole clenched around his finger in sympathy.
Pulse loud in his ears, his hand moved faster. “Ah, fuck, Lan Zhan, it’s like my ass is, ngh, hungry for it, the way it’s swallowing my finger.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said more insistently, hips jerking upward.
“I’m — ah — hurrying, I’m hurrying. I have to, nh, stretch, remember.”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji grunted. “You —”
“I know,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “Just, mh!” he pushed in a second finger, more forcefully than the first. “Just be good and wait, okay? I’m —" his breath caught as he brushed that spot again. Fuck, I need to avoid that if I don't want to blow early. "I'm, hah, getting everything prepared. But you have to wait right there, where I can see you, alright?”
“Wait,” Lan Wangji rasped. A hand abandoned safe distance, reaching towards him. “We —”
Wei Wuxian half-scrambled, half-fell backwards, until his ass hit the ground between Lan Zhan’s calves. His fingers yanked free, stinging his rim in their hurry to cover the scar. A whip-thin coil of resentment flexed warningly.
But Lan Wangji’s hand never even reached so much as his thigh — he had aborted the movement, arm folded awkwardly by his head.
“You have to follow the rules, remember,” Wei Wuxian said, voice too high, trying to slow his rabbiting heart.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s fingers curled in midair. His head fell back down with a thump. “We can’t.”
“What? What do you mean we can’t?”
“Not now. The conference — your trial — is in three days.”
“…Yes?”
“Wei Ying must be in his best health.”
Wei Wuxian blinked rapidly at the bewildering turn in conversation, then his lips curved up.
“Lan Zhan,” he said slowly. “Are you worried about breaking me?”
Lan Wangji’s cock flinched in the air between Wei Wuxian’s now wide-spread legs. “Do not want Wei Ying to be hurt,” Lan Wangji said, voice quiet and tight. “Especially if he…may have to run…may have to fight…”
“A certain part of you would disagree,” Wei Ying said wryly, leaning forward to poke Lan Zhan’s cock.
Lan Wangji inhaled. “Wei Ying. Please. I do not speak frivolously.”
“Ah, of course you’re serious,” Wei Wuxian groaned. “You really are too good, you know?”
“Wei Ying…”
Groaning louder, Wei Wuxian readjusted, lifting his ass off unforgiving ground to instead sit high on Lan Zhan’s leg. He rocked, dragging his oiled crack against a firm muscled thigh. “Lan Zhan,” he whined. “I’m already wet!”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji had retreated, cords of arm muscle standing out as his hands curled into white knuckled fists.
Wei Wuxian slid forward as he splayed his hands across Lan Zhan’s abdomen, marveling at the feeling of his core tightening even further, of Lan Zhan quite literally fighting himself, “You are too good for your own good, sometimes,” he murmured.
“Mm.” With his eyes hidden, no trace of the battle appeared on his face. But fuck, those thighs could crush steel, and Wei Wuxian was a little worried his nails might be drawing blood from his palms.
“You’re really that concerned about, what, the chance my step might falter at the wrong moment?” Wei Wuxian asked, genuinely curious. “Because you think you’ll actually split me open? Fuck me that hard?”
Lan Wangji’s cock jumped, obviously thickening. His jaw tightened hard enough you could hear his teeth snap together.
Unable to resist the temptation, Wei Wuxian bounced forward, knees landing on either side of Lan Wangji’s hips. “You really… Lan Zhan, you really think if you’re fully inside me…”
He let his legs slide apart, lowering his lightly oiled hole until it brushed the tip of Lan Zhan’s cock. “If you’re inside me in that way… you’ll lose all control?” Wei Wuxian asked, reaching a hand down to grasp Lan Zhan’s length and guide it so it caught the rim.
With the hold he had, Wei Wuxian could feel Lan Wangji’s pulse speed up as his hips jerked. Tight and oiled as things were, his cock slipped forward, leaving the entance behind. Wei Wuxian generously let go to allow him to reconsider his thoughts.
After a long, shaky breath, Lan Wangji eventually replied, tone remarkably even. “Rule five hundred and four: admit to one’s own shortcomings, particularly when it affects others.”
“You’re serious,” Wei Wuxian said in wonder. None of the fight very obviously rippling through Lan Zhan’s muscles appeared on his face; Lan robes really hid a lot. Wei Wuxian’s knees slid open further, and he dragged his crack teasingly against the tip of Lan Zhan’s cock, which by all appearances was in open rebellion against the rest of the mind and body’s attempts to restrain it, jerking and leaking pre-come with clear intent. He dropped a palm to Lan Zhan’s chest for balance, sighing at the feeling of Lan Zhan’s dick, so close to…
Wow. Lan Zhan’s heart is really racing.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, strained. “Is this… part of the game? To torture me?”
Wei Wuxian barked a laugh, then groaned and let his knees fall all the way open, so he landed on Lan Zhan’s thighs
He inched forward, until, for the first time, their cocks brushed against each other without anything to get in the way.
Lan Zhan’s reaction was lost under the sound of Wei Wuxian’s whimper, but he could feel his heart pounding almost everywhere their skin touched.
“No,” Wei Wuxian said ruefully, studying the obscene sight for a moment before grabbing the jar once more, pouring a stream from a small height. They both twitched as it landed where they met. “Okay maybe a little, but no — nhh — not torture — just one of my moments of foolishness.”
“Wei Ying. May I move now?”
“Like this,” Wei Wuxian said hoarsely, rocking his hips “Just, just like this.”
Lan Wangji’s hips jerked and Wei Wuxian squeezed his thighs together so he wouldn’t be thrown off.
Wei Wuxian grasped them with a slick hand, just barely managing to get his fingers around them both. “Oh,” Wei Wuxian groaned at the feeling of silky, heated skin sliding against silky, heated skin. “Lan Zhan, how did I ever think you were cold?”
“Wei Ying, please,” Lan Wangji’s hands had found one another, clenched together high above his head, arm muscles standing out with the force brought to bear. “ I…”
“You…?” Wei Wuxian asked, twisting his wrist.
“Wei Ying!” Lan Zhan snapped, collarbone delightfully flushed. “Let me touch you.”
“This — ah — isn’t enough touching for you?” Wei Wuxian dragged his fist up and down their combined lengths, finger tips not even touching when he reached the base. He had never considered himself particularly small — average, really, based on the crude sampling he had observed over the years, while bathing and swimming — maybe even a bit above! But next to Lan Zhan... fuck, even with him spread out and exposed, literally blindfolded, not to mention twitching helplessly — it was impossible not to feel outmatched.
“So big,” he murmured in genuine admiration. “Lan Er-gege is — nh — so impressive, in all things. So much bigger than me.”
Lan Wangji’s hips bucked and Wei Wuxian whined as they ground against each other. Shakily, Wei Wuxian lifted the hand he had been using to balance, also wrapping it around their cocks, so there was something more obvious to fuck into.
Using two hands like this looked as absurd as it did obscene. He wanted to show Lan Zhan with a laugh, he wanted to make Lan Zhan look, he wanted Lan Zhan’s hands to overlap his own.
But every other stroke, one knuckle or another would drag against the scar, and it wasn’t very noticable, except for how it was.
He forced his eyes closed to hold back aggravated tears.
Lan Wangji’s breathing sped up, back arching with enough force to nearly throw Wei Wuxian off.
“Be good, Lan Zhan. I’ve got you,” he said hoarsely, clamping his legs around Lan Zhan’s sides, clenching his hands harder, grunting at the feeling of them pushing against each other. “I’m — hnn — right here.”
It took a surprisingly short time (or perhaps long, considering the torment he had put the man through in the lead up) for Lan Zhan to shudder over the edge, throbbing against him and slicking his hands and making the subsequent movements that much better.
“Lan Er-Gege,” Wei Wuxian moaned, not letting go, stroking Lan Zhan through the aftershocks even as he brought himself closer and closer to his own peak. “Ah, fuck, you feel so good, you’re so beautiful, Lan Zhan, it’s really not fair. How can you look so perfect even covered in spend?”
Lan Wangji’s whole body spasmed as if to grab him, before falling back down, breathing heavily, sweat running off him in sheets.
“So good,” Wei Wuxian said, blinking back sparks. “I knew I could trust you to — ah — your skin, Lan Zhan, can I — fuck, can I come on you? Please? Let me? Please, you have to let me, I’m, nhh — I’m so close.”
Lan Wangji nodded, then nodded several more times as if worried it wouldn’t be seen, as if Wei Wuxian could possibly be looking anywhere but at him.
“Yes,” Lan Wangji said, as Wei Wuxian worked his hands faster — Lan Wangji’s cock had already hardened for his second round. “Please — I want to feel you.”
“Oh gods,” Wei Wuxian gasped, shaking as Lan Zhan thrust up again.
“Wei Ying.”
“Lan Zhan — Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!”
It took barely a few more uneven strokes before Wei Wuxian was shouting, ears ringing as his come went — went fucking everywhere — coating his hands, both their dicks, both their stomachs. Some of it went further — was it in Lan Zhan’s hair, even? Fuck, he had been underestimating how much pants and mouths had been containing things.
He panted, knees shaking as he caught his breath, grip weak around them.
Lan Wangji’s hands twitched. “Please,” he said, voice hoarse. “I —”
“Shhh,” Wei Wuxian said breathlessly. Carefully, keenly aware of every inch of exposed body, he leaned down, pressing damp hands against Lan Wangji’s twisting ones until they were back on the ruined tent floor. He could never manage it with force, not without resentment — not even if Lan Zhan’s core actually was sealed. But Lan Wangji stilled under Wei Wuxian’s delicate grip, allowing him to lace their fingers together.
Wei Wuxian leaned over carefully to lick a stray splatter from Lan Zhan’s cheek and felt Lan Zhan quivering underneath him.
“It’s alright,” he said softly into Lan Zhan’s ear. “You can bite me tomorrow.”
Lan Wangji made an indecipherable and very, very quiet noise.
Wei Wuxian worked his way down, cleaning up their mess, reveling at the feel of skin against skin even as he was meticulous in keeping his hips canted away.
After licking his way down Lan Zhan’s chest, he didn’t continue teasing. As soon as his head was level with Lan Zhan’s groin, he didn’t hesitate to take his length into his mouth and do everything in his power to make up for the fact that Lan Wangji wasn’t allowed to thrust or watch. Hollowing his cheeks, he took him whole on the first attempt, swallowing until his throat burned, and then proceeded to whimper and moan so the sounds reverberated through Lan Zhan’s skin.
Again, Lan Zhan fell apart sooner than expected, gasping and shaking with restrained half-movements.
Hm. Perhaps letting Lan Zhan usually set the rhythm had been more to my benefit than the other way around? There’s definitely something to be said for not being able to anticipate from which direction pleasure would come.
“Wei Ying, please,” Lan Wangji said, chest heaving. “Is… the game over? I have followed the rules.”
“A little longer,” Wei Wuxian said, settling again on Lan Zhan’s thighs to study his flushed skin, rubbing his fingers idly at drops he had missed.
“…This has…not been the easiest.“
“Just a little longer,” Wei Wuxian mumbled, licking his fingers and feeling a little pathetic at how much he was reveling in the way the hair on their legs rubbed together.
“Is there nowhere I may hold you?”
Wei Wuxian’s breath caught in his throat. “I…”
“Please,” Lan Zhan’s voice actually cracked, and Wei Wuxian was moved once more to recklessness.
“…Your hands can’t wander from where I put them, okay?”
Soon they were on their sides. Lan Wangji’s mouth was hot and damp against Wei Wuxian’s neck, chest reassuring and warm against his spine. Both their breathing was still a bit too fast, their hearts slow to settle. Lan Wangji’s thumbs massaged the skin behind his hips, legs tangled together with almost painful intimacy.
Everthing got… somewhat hazy. Wei Wuxian very nearly fell asleep, warm and oddly muffled as the little world of the tent felt. But when Lan Zhan moved his face, Wei Wuxian could feel the blindfold rub against his ear. It was strikingly obvious, the only piece of dry cloth in an ocean of skin.
And, well. Wei Wuxian did what he always did — the next thing that had to be done.
He pried Lan Zhan’s hands off him and got up. Then, he got dressed. Last, he unraveled three layers of cloth from around Lan Zhan’s eyes.
“See you in the morning,” Wei Wuxian said, avoiding eye contact.
“Wei Ying, don’t —” Lan Zhan reached for him, but Wei Wuxian was already halfway out and humming to his horde before Lan Zhan could get any other words out. The sounds of ghostly wailing covered up anything else he might have said.
//
Wei Wuxian was tossing and turning so much that he almost didn’t notice when Lan Zhan’s hands appeared at the tent flap. Almost.
“Not in the mood to go again,” Wei Wuxian grunted, exhausted in at least three different ways, least but most time sensitive on which being physically.
“Mn.” Lan Wangji climbed in his tent, the tent which he had stopped using for weeks, the tent Wei Wuxian had had to pretty much steal back, because Lan Zhan was a fucking lunatic. A lunatic who of course diligently tied the entry flap behind as he entered without permission or welcome.
“Seriously, I mean it this time,” Wei Wuxian said. “I’m not just saying words.”
“I know, Wei Ying.”
“Then what are you trying to do?” he said, voice sharp. “What, do I have to physically throw you out? Like you threw me that first night?”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian blinked at that, remaining tense as Lan Wangji laid his bedroll out, nearer than necessary in the space, then dared to lift the blankets over Wei Wuxian to slide even closer.
“…If you try and cleanse me right now, then I’m never giving you a blowjob again,” he said warningly. “I’m serious.”
Lan Wangji exhaled, then wrapped his arms around him, squeezing his covered chest.
Wei Wuxian pressed his eyes shut. “…Let me guess,” he said with withering derision. “You don’t want me to be cold.”
“Mn.”
“Tch.”
“And I have been cold. Without Wei Ying.”
With a melodramatic sigh, Wei Wuxian finally turned around, smushing his face into Lan Zhan’s chest. Lan Wangji embraced him harder.
“You do know that a strategy which revolves around you shaming me into doing something will literally never work,” Wei Wuxian mumbled grouchily, melting against his will. “I’m not going to — to get any warmer than this.”
“I know,” Lan Wangji whispered. “Please, Wei Ying. Let me hold you.” He sounded painfully sincere.
It took some time for Wei Wuxian to steady his breathing and fall asleep.