Wei Wuxian returned to his rooms, but quickly felt the space become stifling. Without conversation to distract him, the memories from the Burial Mounds that had been freshly unearthed were making his skin crawl. Lan Wangji's qi was no longer circulating through his system, calming him and keeping the memories of the sights and sounds and scents of the Burial Mounds at bay.
Wei Wuxian decided he needed to get out of the room, somewhere where he could see the sun and feel the fresh air on his face. He needed sensory reminders that he was no longer trapped in the fetid hell where he had lost a part of his mind, and gained parts of the minds of many who had died there.
He walked down the familiar trail to the small clearing he had visited whenever he needed a place to breathe. It was the same spot of the forest he had been when Lan Wangji first returned to the Unclean Realm after Wei Wuxian had arrived, and the memory of Lan Wangji's presence further helped steady him. It could be hours before Lan Wangji was done meeting with his uncle and elders.
The bubbling sound of the small brook soothed him and made it easier to constantly remind himself of where he was. It wasn't as good as having Lan Wangji with him, but Wei Wuxian knew that it would be unreasonable to ask that the man not leave his side until the memories had been pushed back into their boxes inside his mind and put away.
He had no idea how long he'd been sitting there, but the sound of soft footfalls had his eyes opening. Lan Wangji walked into the small clearing, his face unreadable, even for the stoic Second Jade of Lan.
"Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian asked, concerned. "Are you okay? What did Lan Qiren say?"
Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian searching his face for several moments without speaking.
"That bad, eh?" Wei Wuxian tried to play it off as a joke, but honestly his insides were twisting at the thought of all the things Lan Qiren could have seen inside Wei Wuxian's head. Maybe he had told Lan Wangji something that would make him change his mind about marrying him.
"Uncle told me to be careful," Lan Wangji said, watching Wei Wuxian's reaction.
Wei Wuxian felt anger flare. After everything, they still thought he was a danger to Lan Zhan? "What the fuck. I'm not going to hurt you, Lan Zhan!"
"Mm. At first, I thought Uncle was implying that as well. Uncle clarified."
Wei Wuxian would almost have been relieved by Lan Wangji's words, except Lan Wangji was still looking at him in that same incredibly intense, probing way that was making Wei Wuxian feel unsettled.
"Ok? So, what did he mean, then?"
Lan Wangji's ears were pink, but his eyes were bold as they pinned Wei Wuxian where he stood.
"Uncle said… that Wei Ying is… exceptionally devoted. To me."
Wei Wuxian felt his face heat. God, he hoped that Lan Qiren hadn't caught a glimpse of Wei Wuxian's memories of what happened after they'd killed the demon.
The fierce possessiveness of the thought he'd had during the battle that the only demon allowed to touch Lan Wangji was Wei Wuxian.
The sight of Lan Wangji's bare skin in the moonlight, glistening with the water Wei Wuxian had poured on it to clean his wound.
How Lan Wangji's body had felt, hard, against his.
Wei Wuxian tried to reign his thoughts in to focus on what Lan Wangji had said to him.
"I mean… yes? I wouldn't agree to marry you if I wasn't willing to be loyal to you," Wei Wuxian said, knowing it was a dodge. Knowing that Lan Wangji would know it, also. "I think that's probably normal?"
Lan Wangji's expression flickered, and Wei Wuxian realized Lan Wangji liked hearing Wei Wuxian talking about them being married. He remembered the way the man had reacted earlier that day, when he'd called him 'husband' for the first time. That was definitely something he would be exploring later.
"Not just loyal. Uncle said Wei Ying's feelings are. Devotional. Pure. Overwhelming."
"Ugh. Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian felt as though he wished the floor would open up and swallow him. Why would Lan Qiren feel the need to say such things?! The elder Lan had never married. How could he possibly be in a position to judge what was normal or not?
"I mean, who wouldn't feel that way about Lan Zhan? You are so amazing. But why would he tell you to be careful? Wouldn't he be happy that I… felt that way?"
Lan Wangji walked towards him, his expression unyielding.
"Uncle said that I must be careful. Because if anything happened to me, Wei Ying would have no limits to avenge me."
Lan Wangji was standing directly in front of Wei Wuxian, close enough that he could feel the warmth of Lan Wangji's breath.
Wei Wuxian thought for a moment of what he would do if someone had killed Lan Wangji in the war. Or if someone tried to kill him now. The fierce surge of rage that howled through him even at the idea of it happening caused the shadows around them to stretch and darken dangerously.
"Mm. Lan Zhan should heed his uncle's advice, and be careful," Wei Wuxian said, hearing the deadly tone in his own voice but unable to draw it back. He would kill for Lan Wangji, without hesitation. There was no point in trying to hide that fact. Lan Qiren was right - he would be unstoppable.
Lan Wangji lifted his hand, tracing his thumb along the seam of Wei Wuxian's mouth as his long fingers brushed the sharp line of his jaw.
"Then Wei Ying must also be careful." Lan Wangji's words carried an equal promise of violence against anyone who tried to harm Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian had grown up being told his purpose was to protect Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli. He was the sword and shield of the Jiang sect, and it was a role he was familiar and comfortable with. He was not used to hearing a reciprocating promise. He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He did not want Lan Wangji to put himself at risk for him. But the surety of Lan Wangji's words made Wei Wuxian's lower belly fill with heat.
"Uncle says I am Wei Ying's spiritual tether in this world." Lan Wangji's gaze dropped to Wei Wuxian's mouth, his thumb slipping in between Wei Wuxian's lips. "This one's thoughts about Wei Ying are not so pure."
Wei Wuxian recognized the heavy-lidded look in Lan Wangji's eyes, answering the surge of arousal he felt in his own body. The fact that Wei Wuxian was the only one who could bring it out made a dangerous curl of possessiveness snake through him.
Wei Wuxian's lips curved into a dark smile.
"Hm. Is Hanguang-Jun having lascivious thoughts about this one?" Wei Wuxian asked. He reached out and trailed on finger lazily along the collar of one of Lan Wangji's outer robes.
"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji bit out, a muscle in his jaw clenching in an obvious effort of self-control.
When they were young and Lan Wangji had taken this tone with him, Wei Wuxian had thought it meant that the man was angry and offended by him. Wei Wuxian now realized that this was the sound of Lan Wangji when his restraint was being tested.
Wei Wuxian's smile widened as he slid his hands slowly, deliberately down to the knot on Lan Wangji's belt.
"Lan Zhan. Are you not my betrothed? Am I not allowed to show my husband how much I appreciate him?"
Lan Wangji's hand gripped the hilt of Bichen so tightly his knuckles turned white. Wei Wuxian wasn't sure if Lan Wangji would draw his sword, or if he just needed something to grip, but either option delighted him.
Wei Wuxian untied the belt and let the pristine white fabric of it fall to the ground. He leaned forward as his hands continued to undo the ties of Lan Wangji's robes. Lan Wangji's body was locked in perfect, rigid posture as Wei Wuxian's lips brushed against the shell of Lan Wangji's ear.
"Your uncle said I worshiped you, right? That this one's feelings for Lan Zhan are 'devotional. Overwhelming'," Wei Wuxian murmured, noticing the slight trace of goosebumps that raised along the side of Lan Wangji's neck. "But, Lan Zhan. They are not always pure."
Wei Wuxian slid one hand down slowly the front of Lan Wangji's robes, pressing the fabric against the smooth planes of Lan Wangji's chest and stomach rather than letting it hang loosely around him. The fall of the silk caught on the thick, jutting outline of Lan Wangji's erection. Wei Wuxian let his hand hover over Lan Wangji's lower dantian, lifting his eyes to meet the burning, golden gaze that was locked on his.
"I think about you. Always want you." Lan Wangji's words rasped out, low and rough, as though torn from his soul like a terrible confession.
"I don't mind if your thoughts are impure, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian said as he let his hand drift lower, brushing lightly against the hard length of Lan Wangji's dick through the layers of white silk. He remembered the idea that had come to him when he had woken earlier that day to the scent of Lan Wangji and the feel of his qi pushing the nightmare of the Burial Mounds away.
Wei Wuxian pushed the silk robes apart as he sank to his knees at Lan Wangji's feet.
"Let me worship you, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian breathed, nuzzling his face into the thin fabric of Lan Wangji's pants. The cloth was tented where Lan Wangji's cock strained against it, a wet patch already showing through the thin material.
"Wei Ying ."
Lan Wangji fisted Wei Wuxian's hair in his hands, keeping his head from moving. Wei Wuxian let out a low sound deep in his throat, loving the slight edge of pain in the strong grip, reminding him of Lan Wangji's power and restraint. And how Wei Ying could make him lose the latter.
"Show me, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian said, untying the white silk pants and pulling them down, freeing Lan Wangji's erection to his hungry gaze. It hung full and heavy between Lan Wangji's strong thighs. There was already a pearl of precum at its tip. Wei Wuxian could not wait to taste it. "Show me the things you think about doing to your Wei Ying."
Lan Wangji let out a sound like the air had been punched out of him. Wei Wuxian looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes, as he gripped the man's dick. He traced around the tip of it with his tongue, not taking his eyes off Lan Wangji's face. A shudder rippled over the Second Jade of Lan's frame, his eyes closing in a slow blink.
He was so close to breaking, and Wei Wuxian could not wait to see it. He brushed his lips over the head of Lan Wangji's cock as he murmured. "Show me, Lan Zhan. And I will show you how your Wei Ying worships his Lan Zhan."
Lan Wangji's hands tightened painfully in Wei Wuxian's hair.
"Mark your words," he said darkly, before roughly sliding his hands forward to press harshly into the hinge of Wei Wuxian's jaw on either side, forcing it open.
Wei Wuxian groaned as Lan Wangji thrust his hips forward, pushing his dick between Wei Wuxian's parted lips and pressing into his mouth. Wei Wuxian opened as wide as he could to accommodate its thick girth. He might not have had experience in the act, but Wei Wuxian was nothing if not a quick learner. If he could figure out how to invent a chain lightning talisman, he would figure out how to properly suck Lan Zhan's dick.
The salty, bitter taste of Lan Zhan on his tongue blended with the scent of sandalwood and musk, and Wei Wuxian did not think he'd ever loved anything more. The taste of Lan Zhan was an intimate knowledge that no one else had. That no one else would ever have. It was only for Wei Ying, and he reveled in that knowledge.
Lan Wangji's face was rapt and focused as he watched Wei Wuxian on his knees, taking him into his mouth.
Wei Wuxian struggled a bit to take more of Lan Wangji's formidable length in his mouth, and realized that - next time - he should lick it first to get it wet to make it slide better. Wei Wuxian worked his tongue over and around the part of Lan Wangji's cock that he'd managed so far, until his mouth was able to produce enough moisture to take more in.
It was messy and slow, and Wei Wuxian loved every second of it.
Lan Wangji's lips were parted, his eyes half closed as he stared down at Wei Wuxian with a hunger that made Wei Wuxian smile around his dick even as drool dribbled down his chin. Lan Wangji gripped his hair harder, moving his hips and pressing deeper into Wei Wuxian's mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Wei Wuxian fought the urge to cough, determined to take more of Lan Wangji's cock. He wanted to take all of it, but wasn't sure he'd manage in his first attempt.
Based on the mesmerized expression on Lan Wangji's face, he would be more than happy to help Wei Wuxian practice in the future.
Wei Wuxian's eyes watered with the pressure to try to breathe, to try not to choke. He loved it, loved the aching burn of his jaw, the pressure in his lungs, the feel of his throat constricting around Lan Wangji's velvet-hard flesh. He wanted Lan Wangji to use him, to fuck his mouth, to make him choke and still take more.
He arched his back, gripping his hands into the fabric of Lan Wangji's robes as they hung loosely at his sides, giving up all control over the pace and depth of Lan Wangji's thrusts. He hoped Lan Wangji got the message of what he wanted.
"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji gritted his teeth as he pulled out slightly, then pushed back in harshly.
Wei Wuxian choked, and groaned in earnest at the feel of Lan Wangji's movements as his hips snapped forward with increasing force. Lan Wangji's eyes burned brighter, fixed on Wei Wuxian's face as though there was nothing else in the world worth looking at.
Lan Wangji shifted his grip so he was fully supporting Wei Wuxian's head, tipping him back and forcing Wei Wuxian to arch even more until he felt like he might fall over backward if Lan Wangji let go.
Lan Wangji did not let go.
He gripped Wei Wuxian tighter and fucked even faster and deeper into his mouth with a fierce intensity that had tears running down Wei Wuxian's face as he tried to swallow, tried to breath. All he could do was grip the silk robes and open wider, letting Lan Wangji use his mouth.
It was the best thing he'd ever felt.
He wanted to tell Lan Zhan how much he loved it. The burn in his jaw. The trembling in his thighs as he balanced on his knees his back arched as Lan Wangji pushed him to lean back further, with Lan Wangji's strength the only thing holding him up.
"Wei Ying. Wei Ying. Wei Ying," Lan Wangji said his name like a mantra, his hands never loosening in their tight grip on Wei Wuxian's hair, holding him in place.
Lan Wangji's eyes were locked on Wei Wuxian's mouth, watching his dick slide in and out between Wei Wuxian's red, swollen lips with an unholy fascination that made Wei Ying's entire being shiver in response. Lan Wangji's thrusts began to lose their rhythm, and Wei Wuxian reached out to grab at Lan Wangji's hips to keep him from pulling out.
Lan Wangji's mouth opened in a harsh breath, his eyes unblinking as he stared down at Wei Wuxian and came, flooding Wei Wuxian's mouth with his cum. Lan Wangji's qi speared into him even deeper than his cock did, jolting Wei Wuxian with an almost unbearable spike of pleasure. He felt his own qi surge up in response, pushing into Lan Wangji as cum and spit dribbled down his chin where he couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up with the flow.
Lan Wangji watched hungrily as he traced the line of the droplets with his eyes. His dick seemed to swell even more, pulsing endlessly in Wei Wuxian's throat. Wei Wuxian swallowed messily, his mouth stretched wide on Lan Wangji's cock.
Lan Wangji gave a shuddering breath as the last of his orgasm rippled through him, then slowly pulled out of Wei Wuxian's mouth. He reverently cupped Wei Wuxian's head as he sank to his knees and kissed him, licking deep into Wei Wuxian's mouth as Wei Wuxian gasped for breath.
Wei Wuxian's lips were stretched and sore, and he let Lan Wangji control the kiss as he was pulled firmly onto Lan Wangji's lap like it was the only place he belonged.
"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji breathed, his voice soft and reverential.
He slid his large hand up under Wei Wuxian's robes, closing around Wei Wuxian's neglected erection through the thin linen of his pants.
Wei Wuxian sucked in a sharp breath, having forgotten about his own pleasure, being so focused on Lan Wangji's.
"Lan Zhan," he slurred, not able to form words properly as he let Lan Wangji lay him down in the soft grass, untying Wei Wuxian's pants and pushing them down to free his cock.
Wei Wuxian wanted to watch what Lan Wangji's hand was doing to his body, but he couldn't take his eyes from his lover's face. Lan Wangji's expression was one that Wei Wuxian never wanted to forget for the rest of his life. He wanted to see it every day, possessive and full of wonder and burning with lust for Wei Ying all at the same time.
While one hand worked Wei Wuxian's cock, the other slid up along his throat and jaw to gently trace Wei Wuxian's swollen lower lip with his thumb. Wei Wuxian gasped at how overly sensitized his mouth felt, and Lan Wangji's eyes darkened at the sight.
"Lan Zhan is so beautiful," Wei Wuxian mumbled, his eyes losing focus at the flood of pleasure Lan Wangji was creating in his body.
"Wei Ying is beautiful," Lan Wangji said. "So beautiful like this. Mouth swollen from my cock. Lips slick with my cum."
Wei Wuxian's brain short-circuited at the sound of the filthy words leaving Lan Wangji's perfect mouth.
"Lan Zhaaan!"
Before he even had a chance to make his brain form words for some sort of reply other than Lan Zhan's name, Lan Wangji was leaning down and kissing Wei Wuxian fiercely as his hand moved faster on Wei Wuxian's dick.
Wei Wuxian wondered if it were possible for a body to cease to exist due to sensory overload. It was too much pleasure. The sight, the scent, the feel of Lan Wangji was flooding through every pore in Wei Wuxian's body and he didn't know if he would be able to survive it.
He had been leaking precum for a while, and the slick sounds of flesh moving over flesh competed with the murmuring babble of the small brook nearby. Wei Wuxian's eyes closed of their own accord as he felt his orgasm wash through him, spilling over Lan Wangji's hand. Lan Wangji continued to stroke Wei Wuxian until the last tremor had finished, but he didn't release Wei Wuxian. He lay down beside him in the grass, his large hand still gently holding Wei Wuxian's softening cock, his other hand moving softly over Wei Wuxian's hair.
He wasn't sure how long they drifted in that contented state, but after a while, Wei Wuxian felt tension start to creep into Lan Wangji's movements. The hand on his dick was withdrawn, and then Lan Wangji was sitting up beside him.
"Wei Ying." There was a strange note in Lan Wangji's voice, at odds with the peaceful moment.
Wei Wuxian forced his eyes to open, despite the fact that he would have happily drifted in that half-asleep, sated state indefinitely. Lan Wangji was looking at him intently, a slight furrow in between his brows that indicated he was truly upset about something. His usually pristine robes hung loosely over his shoulders, baring a swath of his smooth, hard chest.
"Lan Zhan. What's wrong?"
Lan Wangji looked away, off over towards the brook.
"I was too rough with Wei Ying. I was too… this one has broken the rules and apologizes to Wei Ying."
The words were at such dissonance with the emotions Wei Wuxian had been feeling that he was momentarily frozen. When Lan Wangji shifted to kneel and bowed, Wei Wuxian rolled to his knees and bent down low to grip his arms and lift him back up.
"Wait. Lan Zhan! Stop. What's going on? You weren't too rough with me. I told you before that I liked it. You haven't broken any rules."
They knelt, facing each other, Wei Wuxian's hands gripping Lan Wangj's forearms in the early evening light that filtered through the trees surrounding them.
Lan Wangji's lips compressed, his expression going prim and tight in the way Wei Wuxian had come to associate with him reciting his sect's rules, which had been relentlessly drilled into both Jades of Lan since infancy. His instinct was proven correct with Lan Wangji's next words.
"Do not indulge in debauchery. Do not indulge in excessive pleasure. Promiscuity is forbidden. Excessive lust is forbidden. Do not let pleasure overcome your mind. Do not exult in excess."
At the last one, Wei Wuxian laughed. "Were you exulting excessively over getting to fuck this one's mouth, Lan Zhan?"
He let go of Lan Wangji's arms, and took the man's face fondly in his hands, forcing him to look at him instead of over his shoulder.
"Lan Zhan. Baobei. Listen to me. There was nothing wrong in what we just did. We are betrothed. We are meant to dual cultivate together. Being together physically is not debauchery. And I don't think promiscuity counts if you only do it with your husband. You're not thinking of doing this with other people, are you, Lan Zhan?"
Lan Wangji's lips tightened. "Ridiculous."
"Good. Because I'm not either."
Lan Wangji's eyes flared, his hands shooting out to grip Wei Wuxian's hips possessively, bringing their bodies flush together where they knelt in the grass. Wei Wuxian's pants were still loose around his thighs from their earlier activities, and the suggestiveness of their position had his dick stirring again, shifting against his inner robe.
"No others," Lan Wangji said firmly.
Gods, Wei Wuxian loved him so much. He laughed, leaning in to brush a kiss against Lan Wangji's stern mouth, his hands still cupping the man's beautiful face.
"No others," Wei Wuxian agreed. "This one is only for Lan Zhan. Now, what were those other rules you were so worried about? Feeling excessive lust and pleasure? Lan Zhan, who is to say what is excessive, and what is the right amount? You're not letting your lust lead you to do something wrong. I think that means it's not excessive."
Lan Wangji looked away, though he didn't drop his hands from where they rested on the swell of Wei Wuxian's hips. "I was rough with Wei Ying."
"And I liked it, Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian gripped Lan Wangji's shoulders, giving him a tiny shake. "How many times do I have to say it for you to believe it? When you're rough with me, then I know you mean it. I know it's real."
Lan Wangji looked at him, evaluating his words. Wei Wuxian tried to find a way to explain what he felt.
"For a long time, I thought you hated me."
Lan Wangji made a small moue of discontent. "I never hated Wei Ying."
"Yeah, I know that now . But I didn't until really recently. Like, REALLY recently. My brain doesn't always… it's hard for me to believe people like me, most of the time."
Lan Wangji frowned. "I like Wei Ying. I love Wei Ying. Only Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian's insides clenched at the words, wanting so desperately to believe them, but also so terrified that they might, somehow, still end up being untrue.
"I like Lan Zhan. Love Lan Zhan. Only Lan Zhan. But it's hard. Given how long I believed you hated me. I'm still… adjusting. But when you show me, when you can't hold back, then I know it's true. When you take, I don't have to worry about whether I am worthy enough to give."
Wei Wuxian let his hands slide inside the gap of Lan Wangji's robes, wrapping around to move along the hard, contoured planes of his back.
"When the pristine Second Jade of Lan loses his perfect self control and fucks me like he means it, fucks me like he can't do anything else, then I know it."
Lan Wangji considered this, then gave a slow nod. His hands slid up under Wei Wuxian's robes to settle firmly on his ass, his large palms moulding possessively to the curve. He closed his eyes, his throat working and his jaw clenched, as though the feel of it was nearly overwhelming him. One of the benefits of having strong cultivation that Wei Wuxian had never considered nor appreciated was having a remarkably short refractory period. He could feel Lan Wangji's dick, fully hard again already, pressing up against his stomach where their bodies were pressed together.
Wei Wuxian smirked at the feel of it. He leaned forward, brushing his lips over Lan Wangji's.
"And, if I remember from all the times I copied the rules, there are also rules about pleasing one's spouse and showing respect for their needs. Lan Zhan, this poor husband you are betrothed to is very needy. He needs to be shown his husband's regard for him."
Lan Wangji's hands tightened on Wei Wuxian's ass as his eyes darkened. He sat back, pulling Wei Wuxian with him so he ended up straddling Lan Wangji's hips.
"Mm. I will show Wei Ying every day." He lifted Wei Ying just enough so his cock was able to slide behind him, pressing interestingly against the thin fabric of the back of Wei Wuxian's loosened trousers.
Wei Wuxian let out a soft sound, arching his back and rocking into the feel of Lan Wangji's hard dick pressing against him.
"And dual cultivation takes practice," Wei Wuxian said, slightly breathlessly. "We didn't do a good job of it just now. I wasn't controlling my qi at all. I was too overwhelmed with thinking about having Lan Zhan's dick so hard for me, feeling him fuck my mouth so well. It will take a lot of practice before this one is able to concentrate enough for proper dual cultivation. You always used to scold me on my lack of concentration, er-gege. Lan Laoshi will have to help this poor student improve."
Lan Wangji's golden eyes glittered dangerously in the sunlight as he gripped either side of the back of Wei Wuxian's pants and pulled, rending the seam so that his dick now moved directly against his skin beneath their robes.
"Lan Zhan! These robes are new!" Any pretense at Wei Wuxian being actually upset about the loss was spoiled by the delighted grin on his face and the hardness of his own dick pressing up against Lan Wangji's stomach.
"Hm. Diligence is the root ."
Lan Wangji slid one hand to the flat of Wei Wuxian's stomach, wiping up some of the residual cum and coating his fingers with it before pressing one inside Wei Wuxian.
"Ah, fuck! Mm. My Lan Zhan is so smart," Wei Wuxian gasped, half laughing and half moaning as he arched back, grinding down on Lan Wangji's finger. He could feel Lan Wangji's rock-hard length shifting against him in small thrusts in time with his finger. "Lan Zhan is so diligent about his studies. He must help his poor husband with his focus. I need so much practice, Lan Zhan."
"Mm," Lan Wangji agreed, adding another finger while his free hand kneaded one side of the full, rounded globe of Wei Wuxian's ass, which seemed to be his new favorite place to keep his hands. "Neglecting duties to one's spouse is forbidden."
There was a wealth of dark intent in Lan Wangji's words, and Wei Wuxian's toes curled in response to it. His dick was achingly hard, shifting against his inner robe with just enough friction to tease but not enough to satisfy. The tangle of his robes made it difficult for him to reach between them to wrap a hand around himself. Besides that would require removing his hands from the muscles of Lan Wangji's back and he absolutely did not want to do that.
"Lan Zhan, please, I want…." Wei Wuxian wasn't exactly sure what he wanted, but the arousal in his body was burning through him in a frantic, almost painful level.
He wanted Lan Wangji to touch his cock. He wanted something other than Lan Wangji's fingers inside him. He wanted to press their bodies so closely together that they would never be separate again.
Lan Wangji's eyes were blazing beneath their half-closed lids, reflecting the same desire Wei Wuxian was sure showed in his own. He slid his hands forward, splaying them over the broad planes of Lan Wangji's chest, circling his thumbs across the pebbled nipples he could feel beneath the loose white robes.
He wanted to see them. To taste them. He was about to push the robes off when a voice cut through the quiet air of the clearing, causing them both to freeze.
"Oh! I didn't mean to… interrupt. Though it looks as though I am a bit late for that," Nie Huaisang said cheerily, stepping into the edge of the clearing, fluttering his fan as though embarrassed by what he was seeing (though Wei Wuxian noticed the man's eyes did not move away from them in the slightest, and there was no telltale blush on his cheeks). "I didn't know you'd be here together. I mean, I had thought you might be, but I didn't know."
Lan Wangji's hands were hidden beneath Wei Wuxian's robes. With Wei Wuxian straddling his lap, the most Nie Huaisang would be able to tell was that Lan Wangji's robes were loosened, but Wei Wuxian's were still properly tied and the damage to his pants would not be visible from the outside. Nor was the fact that Lan Zhan's pants were still pushed down around his thighs, and that his dick was currently pressed hard and leaking against the cleft of Wei Wuxian's ass.
The scene they made would definitely not look innocent, but it also did not likely look as bad as it actually was. As long as neither of them moved. Of course, Lan Wangji chose that moment to press another finger inside of Wei Wuxian, causing him to arch and let out a choked-off gasp.
Everything Wei Wuxian had ever been told about the restraint and innocence of Hanguang Jun was a big fucking lie. Lan Wangji's face had returned to its cold, mask-like state as soon as Nie Huaisang's voice had intruded upon them. But Wei Wuxian could feel the lie of it in the racing pulse beneath his fingers, and the still-hard length pressed against him.
"Nie-xiong!" Wei Wuxian managed, trying to cover his reaction as though it were of surprise, not lust. "Did you need something? My betrothed and I were just admiring the lovely brook you have here."
Lan Wangji flexed his fingers inside Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian seriously considered drawing Suibian. Once his brain was able to function again. Nie Huaisang's amused laughter floated over to them from behind his fan.
"Yes, I can see just how much you were enjoying it. I am very happy for the both of you. In terms of what I need, it appears I will need to be organizing a wedding."
Lan Wangji's fingers pressed deeper inside of Wei Wuxian at the words, and a jolt of Lan Wangji's qi followed the movement, causing Wei Wuxian's senses to momentarily white out from pleasure. As soon as he could manage it, he glared down at Lan Wangji, who was watching him with a perfectly serene expression.
How did the world not realize what an absolute menace the illustrious Second Jade of Lan was? Wei Wuxian retaliated by shifting his hips as though innocently adjusting his position to turn slightly to face Nie Huaisang, but in reality he moved back just enough that Lan Wangji's cock was rubbing even more fully against the cleft of his ass. Lan Wangji's lips parted on a soft hiss that was too soft for Nie Huaisang to hear.
Fortunately, Nie Huaisang didn't seem to notice anything amiss.
"Of course, given we are still in the rebuilding phase, coming out of the war. And there are significant, uh, political complications in your courtship, not to mention the fact that we haven't begun looking for the most auspicious date to have the ceremony. It could take some time to organize a wedding. Several months at least, if not a year."
Before the dismay at the thought of maybe a year without being married could sink in, Lan Wangji's eyes narrowed, his attention finally shifting from Wei Wuxian to lock onto Nie Huaisang.
"No." Lan Wangji's tone was hard and implacable.
Relief filled Wei Wuxian when he realized he was not the only one who didn't want to wait. The fact that Lan Zhan was equally impatient was enough to calm him. As long as they would be able to find stolen moments like this, it would be worth it in the end. They could manage.
Lan Wangji seemed to disagree, though, based on the stubborn set of the man's jaw. Wei Wuxian laughed, using it to cover for his movement as he rocked his hips slightly, reminding Lan Wangji that they still had this, even if it would have to be infrequent with all the chaperones they had been inflicted with. Wei Wuxian was not above sneaking into his betrothed's room in the middle of the night, if needed.
"Ah, Lan Zhan. It's fine. It doesn't really matter when the ceremony happens. We're basically married anyway." He clenched around Lan Wangji's fingers, watching the man's pupils dilate.