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Wei Wuxian was horny. Kinda drunk. But mostly horny.
Things have long since calmed down in the cultivation after the events of Guanyin Temple, during the months he spent roaming the land. Since his return and subsequent marriage to Hunguangjun, Lan Wangji had fallen into a routine in how to handle his Sect duties and Chief Cultivator duties. Not that being a Chief Cultivator still wasn't busy work, but it's not as chaotic as it was during those first few months when he was busy cleaning up the mess Jin Guangyao left behind.
They had a routine. Where he would be awakened by gentle kisses and the scent of heavily spiced food in the morning. Gestures of affection before Lan Wangji had to leave to preside over his Sect and Chief Cultivator duties. Wei Wuxian himself had to oversee classes and night hunts for junior disciples, so they didn't get to see each other much during the day, just some stolen moments whenever they could get away with it. Whenever they could, they would have lunch together, but that doesn't happen as frequently as they would like.
So every bit of time they could spend together was precious. And if Wei Wuxian didn't have to supervise any night hunts, the evenings were theirs. Where he got to have Lan Zhan all to himself. They enjoy dinner and afterwards, Lan Wangji would pour him Emperor's Smile for him and he would serve Lan Wangji tea before they fell into their everyday .
Afterall, everyday was everyday and Lan Wangji took his husbandly duties very seriously.
Back to his current dilemma, his libido was manifesting as a physical ache under his skin. All because he was going through Lan Zhan withdrawal symptoms.
In his defense, his body had needs. Thanks in large part to Lan Wangji and their everyday which they adhere to religiously. Wei Wuxian's body, at this point, had been conditioned to expect his husband's touch.
They didn't get to have their everyday yesterday.
There has been a territorial dispute between the minor sects of Wang and Yao over Yingchuan. It needed the Chief Cultivator's intervention to prevent a fight from breaking out between them. Lan Wangji had been busy mediating between them to reach an agreement.
This had been going on for the past three days because neither of the sects would budge and agree to anything, severely cutting into Wei Wuxian's Lan Zhan time.
Lan Wangji had been so busy over the past few days that they didn't get to have their meals together (Lan Wangji having to leave long before Wei Wuxian's waking time and coming back to the jingshi long after dinner), nor could he steal him away during the slow part of the day for a quick make-out session. They even missed their everyday yesterday over this. All over trade routes and tax tariffs.
The nerve of some people! Having sect problems when Wei Wuxian wanted Lan Wangji's attention.
Wei Wuxian fumed quietly to himself as he trudged along the familiar path to the jingshi .
He had been excited earlier on today, having heard the news that a tentative agreement had been reached finally ( finally ) and it would be finalized by today. He had hoped that tonight he would get to have Lan Wangji all to himself.
But his luck had never been good and he got saddled with supervising the junior disciples on a night hunt. There had been an alarmingly large number of missing people in the course of a few measly days in a nearby village, which had prompted a request for aid. He had been hopeful that maybe it would be quick and he would get back home before curfew but all hopes were dashed when they encountered a Taotie.
The only silver lining about the whole experience, Wei Wuxian mused to himself, was that it was a valuable lesson to the disciples on suppression and elimination.
He was slightly tipsy, having had a drink (or five) at an inn in Caiyi Town, after making sure the disciples had dinner in a timely manner.
When he finally arrived at the jingshi , it was closer to 11 pm, way past designated Lan bedtime. He spotted Lan Wangji as soon as he entered. His husband was by the table, fallen asleep sitting down. No doubt Lan Wangji had fallen asleep waiting up for him. His heart warms at the sight.
He went over to the table to wake Lan Wangji, touching his shoulder and crooning a soft "Lan er-gege " into his ears. Lan Wangji slowly blinked awake, his eyes glazed and unfocused. Slowly blinking to awaken himself, his lips curled into a smile as he sights Wei Wuxian. With his hair down, he looked unbearably soft. Only his forehead ribbon remained, their little ritual of Wei Wuxian taking it off for him.A soft, soulful "Wei Ying" escaped his lips.
Wei Wuxian's heart flutters painfully in his chest. His husband and his sincere affection was truly bad for his heart.
He ushers his husband to bed, tucking him in, Lan Wangji falling asleep as soon as his head touches the pillow. He himself changes out of his robes, takes a bath (thoughtfully drawn by his husband and kept warm using a talisman) before donning only a red inner robe.
He slipped into bed, cuddling close to his husband. Yes, he was still horny and disappointed to have missed yet another everyday but he wasn't a monster who was going to wake his husband from sleep (sleep that he clearly needs) just to satiate him.
It wasn't like they never missed their everyday before. But that was usually due to physical separation. Having his husband close and not being able to touch him, to have him, was messing with his mind, doing nothing to dull the buzz of excitement under his skin.
Once again Wei Wuxian curses cultivation sects and their petty politics inside his head, resentfully snuggling his husband and soon drifts off to sleep.
***
They were at the library pavilion, perhaps it was during his punishment, Wei Wuxian was needling Lan Wangji, his patience clearly wearing thin judging by how tightly he gripped his writing brush.
There was an imperceptible twitch in his eyes and slight tightness around his mouth, the only warning Wei Wuxian had before Lan Wangji snapped, unsheathing Bichen.
Their swords clashed, drawn in a fight. They meet each other blow for blow. Wei Wuxian kept on rambling just to infuriate the younger jade of Lan, just to glimpse those beautiful eyes flashing with rage.
They were flushed and out of breath and sooner or later something had to give, and it did. A sudden movement and he was seized and shoved into the ground.
"Ah Lan er-gege, are mad about what I said, about you being soft and ignorant?" Wei Wuxian croons, a teasing grin on his face even as Lan Wangji ties his hand together with his forehead ribbon.
"But isn't that only the truth? You certainly are ignorant about adult stuff. Behaving like this at the mere mention of it."
"Who says that I'm ignorant? Who says I do not know about stuff like this?" was the cold reply before Wei Wuxian was manhandled and flipped over, his stomach pressed to floor, Lan Wangji's whole body, his strength keeping him down, not letting him move.
A flurry of movement, the skirt of his robes are rucked up, bruising grip on either side of his hips, as Lan Wangji drove inside—
***
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes with a quiet gasp. His skin was feverish and sweaty. His heart was beating frantically against his rib cage. He was hard.
It was still dark. Perhaps hours before the bell signifying the rising time of the Lan Sect. Lan Wangji, still asleep, a steadying presence beside him.
He was still cuddled into Lan Wangji's side, his hard on, no doubt, poking Lan Wangji in the thigh. He could feel it, the precum dribbling out of his cock. His body unconsciously pressed closer to his husband, his cock grinding against Lan Wangji's leg. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, causing him to bite back a moan. He wrenched himself away from Lan Zhan's side, taking deep breaths trying to calm himself.
' Maybe I can ignore this, ' Wei Wuxian thought resolutely to himself, turning around.
But the smell of sandalwood was intoxicating, sending shivers of arousal through him. He was surrounded by it. It was wafting through his pillow, his blanket and from Lan Wangji right beside him. It felt like he was surrounded by Lan Wangji from all sides.
A vivid image flashed through his mind, of him surrounded by three Lan Wangjis' (in lieu of the pillow, the blanket and the actual person), on top him, looking at him, being disheveled, being hard. His erection gave a painful throb.
He couldn't ignore his problem and he couldn't wake Lan Zhan, who deserved to sleep, to rest. He peeks over his shoulder, Lan Wangji was still soundly asleep.
'Maybe I can touch myself, he wouldn't notice right?'
He rucked his robe up over his hips, his hand grasping his cock. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips as he stroked himself, thumbing over the slit. His frantic hands shove the robe aside from his shoulder, his fingers finding a nipple, pinching it while his other hand works on his cock.
'It was not enough.'
His hands scamper to the bedside table where the oil is kept, lathering his digits generously. He reached behind, his finger rubbing against his entrance, before he slid one finger in up to the knuckle, then two, curling them to tease against his walls, the slide of the slick fingers making him feel hotter.
He burrowed his face into the pillow, breathed in the lingering scent of sandalwood, which caused another jolt of heat going through him. He was dizzy with the scent and pushed a third finger in. The stretch felt so impossibly good. He whimpered and bit into the pillow to muffle his voice.
The pleasure was mounting inside him. It was both too much and not nearly enough. He wanted, no, needed more, he needed his husband inside him. His fingers work faster. His fingers touch the bundle of nerves inside him, causing his vision to white out.
'Oh god. Too good.'
He was panting and trembling before going still, his ejaculation all over his hand.
He lay there trembling after his orgasm, waiting out the heat and spark under his skin.
He wiped his hand in his robe and turned around (with every intention to cuddle up with his husband), only to be frozen under Lan Wangji's intense gaze.
Lan Wangji, who was awake and watching.
His cheeks flushed impossibly with embarrassment, shame and excitement at being caught by Lan Wangji warring within him. He was distantly surprised his soul hadn't left his body to join the endless abyss of death a second time due to the massive levels of embarrassment he was currently experiencing.
There is a tingling under his skin from the way Lan Wangji's eyes roam over his mostly naked form.
"Don't stop. Continue."
Wei Wuxian felt inexplicably shy and tried to stammer out an answer but for once no words emerged.
"Oh, you are done."
Perhaps it was the deep timbre of want in his voice, or the heat on his gaze that threatened to engulf Wei Wuxian that he bursts out saying—
"You are so mean, Hunguang-Jun . Only watching, when your Wei Ying is desperate for your touch. It's all your fault, Er-gege . I can't live without your touch anymore, not even a single day! What are you going to do to make it up to me?"
"Mn. Will take responsibility."
Lan Wangji moved with intent. Bracketing Wei Wuxian under him. Wei Wuxian's breath hitched. Their bodies pressed together.
Lan Wangji captured his lips with a feral intensity. He planted deep bruising closed mouthed kisses that left Wei Wuxian breathless. He could feel his husband's tongue swipe across the seam of his lips. He gasped, lips parting, their tongues meeting in a slow and luxurious slide. Lan Wangji licked into his mouth. The intensity of the kiss made Wei Wuxian melt and fall apart, pleasure coursing through him, making it difficult to string thoughts together.
Lan Wangji's hand reached down to palm his ass cheeks, leveraging them to grind their hips together. Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss with a loud moan, breathlessly asking—
"What are you doing?"
"Everyday."
"But I just came!"
"That was foreplay."
Any token protest he might have given was cut off as Lan Wangji displayed his ability to play Wei Wuxian's body as expertly as he played the guqin, leaving him a quivering mess. Lan Wangji's mouth latched onto his collarbone, teeth raking against delicate skin and those long fingers roaming over his chest, nails scraping across his nipples, stringing out moans and cries from his mouth. He was putty and pliant under his husband's touch.
His husband drew him in for another toe curling kiss and one of Lan Wangji's hands grabbed hold of his manhood. Suffice to say, any and all thoughts of protesting quickly left his mind.
***
Later, much later. After they had climaxed and lay in each other's arms, sated.
Lan Wangji: "Once more."
" Er-gege , mercy!"
They ended up making love into the wee hours of the morning and fell asleep again exhausted. They ended up late to their duties the next day.