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Wei Wuxian helped Lan Wangji, who was doing his best to keep the weight off his right leg, to bed to sit down and then fussed over him. Because what else was he supposed to do when his husband was injured? And in the right leg as well.
Earlier when he had seen Lan Wangji's right leg stained red from his injury he got violently reminded of the time Lan Zhan was hurt at the same place, his leg got broken and his home got burnt. And later that very same injury worsened when Lan Zhan had time and time again come to Wei Wuxian's rescue. First from Wen Chao and then from The Xuanwu.
It brought a sobering realization to Wei Wuxian, the one he was always aware of in the back of his mind but never acknowledged, that Lan Zhan being negatively impacted from his continued association with Wei Wuxian was true long before Wei Wuxian had been forced upon demonic cultivation. After all, wasn't it his fault that the faultless Lan Wangji had been punished for drinking alcohol.
And now Hunguang-Jun didn't even think twice about breaking rules if need be. And definitely didn't think twice over breaking the rules for Wei Wuxian's comfort, as evidenced by the continued supply of liquor, never shushing him, letting him break curfew and many other instances. And Lan Zhan's only excuse for all the rule breaking was— "Wei Ying deserves to live however he wants".
He truly was a terrible influence on Lan Zhan.
Breaking himself out of his thoughts he focused on Lan Wangji's injury. Now looking at the sight of the bandaged leg, Wei Wuxian couldn't help the tight clench of worry in his heart.
'Why did it always have to be the right leg?'
"Ah, Lan Zhan, what am I going to do with you?" Wei Wuxian said, with a fake dramatic huff, playing up the theatrics to hide the worry that was bubbling up inside him. It couldn't be good to be injured in the same place over and over again.
"Wei Ying, I'm alright," Lan Wangji tried to reassure his love. Lan Wangji could almost hear the loudness of Wei Ying's thoughts and worries, the man's very body was radiating his concern over Lan Wangji, with way his eyes kept straying to the injury, his feet were unconsciously tapping on the floor and in the way his arms alternated between fiddling nervously with Chenqing and fussing over making Lan Wangji more comfortable.
"Yes, yes there is nothing to worry about. Hunguang-Jun, after all, is very strong. This injury will be healed in no time, " Wei Wuxian exclaimed.
And that was true, for a cultivator of Lan Zhan's caliber, this injury was nothing. It would heal completely in two days time naturally without any outside influence.
However, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but feel guilty because, as before, Lan Wangji got hurt trying to shield him. On their night hunt earlier, he didn't even notice the demon trying to sneak up on him. But Lan Wangji had, and shielded him with his sword, his body which led to his injury. Lan Zhan just always kept getting hurt because of him.
"Wei Ying, it's not your fault," the firmness of the tone startled Wei Wuxian out of his increasingly dark and self-loathing thoughts. Lan Zhan was looking at him with his soft, earnest face, so calm and serene and not at all angry with Wei Wuxian. As if it wasn't Wei Wuxian's fault that he kept getting hurt.
"But if I noticed the demon coming for me then—"
Lan Wangji shook his head. His Wei Ying was busy trying to dispel the resentful energy surrounding them. All his concentration was focused on playing Chenqing. One misstep could have led to devastating backlash. Wei Ying couldn't have been focused on his surroundings. Rather it was a mistake on Lan Wangji's part, not being diligent enough to prevent it more effectively.
"Alright, alright Lan Zhan. As always Hunguang-Jun is right," Wei Wuxian said, flashing a tired smile at his husband.
"Now, be a good boy and go to sleep," Wei Wuxian said, lightly pecking Lan Wangji on the lips, "It's way past your Lan bedtime."
Lan Wangji, "No."
"What do you mean 'no'?" Wei Wuxian exclaimed, his hand flat against his husband's chest, gently pushing, trying to get Lan Wangji to lie down, "Aiyo, Lan Zhan, it's already so late and you need to rest."
Lan Wangji grabbed the hand on his chest and cradled it his hand, absentmindedly marveling at how small and delicate Wei Ying's hand looked compared to his bigger ones.
"Wei Ying, everyday," Lan Wangji declared, bestowing a kiss on Wei Ying's hand, before placing a few more in the tips of his fingers.
As expected, his Wei Ying became flustered, whether by his words or by his actions remained to be seen. His face was flushed red and lovely, and Lan Wangji was all but helpless to admire the view.
"Lan Zhan! You're injured! We can't! Not today, at any rate," Wei Wuxian squawked, retrieving his hand from Lan Zhan's grip, as if it would somehow slow down his racing heart.
"Wei Ying, unfair," Lan Wangji sounded petulant, like a child being denied a treat. It was like an arrow to Wei Wuxian's heart at how cute his husband was.
"Lan Zhan...," he had to be firm, and had to say no. It was for Lan Zhan's own good that they practiced restraint and forgo their everyday activities for today.
"You promised .... everyday is everyday," his Lan Zhan was pouting, all over being denied of their everyday. Wei Wuxian's heart was truly too weak to handle how cute a sulky and pouty Lan Zhan was. He was sure his soul had escaped his body with the sheer amount of feeling coursing through his body.
His poor husband. It's truly been an awful day for him, hadn't it? Being bogged down by meetings, getting injured and now being denied pleasure by his cruel husband.
Hm. What to do.
"Then... let this husband do all the work," Wei Wuxian said coyly, hands reaching for Lan Wangji's belt, "Be a good boy and don't move. You can't exacerbate your wound."
He took his time, slowly disrobing Lan Zhan, to the visible frustration of his husband. His hands fumbled with the belts, sliding the robes off the broad shoulders, revealing smooth jade-like skin, before divesting his own robes off in a hurry. Wei Wuxian pressed butterfly kisses on his husband's shoulders, slowly trailing them up the neck up to his ear, which was blushing red. He pressed a final kiss on the ear before lightly biting it.
"Lan Zhan... let me make you feel good," Wei Wuxian purred, running his thumb over Lan Wangji's lips, before pushing him down so he was lying on the bed.
He leaned down and connected their lips together in a passionate kiss. Their lips moved against each other, pressing deeper and deeper. Then Lan Zhan slipped his tongue past Wei Wuxian's lips and licked into his mouth causing Wei Wuxian to whimper needily. There was a resounding growl from Lan Zhan and then the kiss dissolved into more intense pleasure, hot and wet.
Wei Wuxian's mind was getting foggy and incoherent from the spine-tingling pleasure that was passing through him in waves as his and Lan Zhan's tongues were entwined together as if in a battle. Lan Wangji was intense and focused on everything he did, and he was especially intense when he kissed Wei Wuxian, had the ability to reduce him to a writhing mess with just a kiss. Wei Wuxian let out a loud moan as Lan Wangji not-so-gently bit his lower lip, heat travelling down his spine in a way that made his toes curl.
Ugh, it was truly unfair how good Lan Zhan was at kissing. He broke the kiss with a loud gasp, his lips tingling as he slumped, boneless and trembling, on his husband's chest.
Lan Zhan's hand had drifted down to his hips sometime while they were busy devouring each other's mouths, and were now stroking the skin over his hipbone in small, circular patterns. Lan Zhan's hands spanned almost the entire width of his waist, and it made him feel floaty just looking at it.
Wei Wuxian shook the haze off. He had a goal. He wanted to make his husband feel good, damn it. No more getting distracted.
His hands were busy stroking up and down Lan Zhan's firm chest, his mouth soon followed, trailing kisses down his torso, emboldened by the soft sighs from his zhiji. He licked and nipped at his husband's abs before trailing further down until he reached Lan Zhan's cock, which was long and thick and sat heavy between his legs.
He wrapped his hand around his husband's cock. It never failed to amaze him how big Lan Zhan was. The tip of his penis twitched; it was hot and swollen, a drop forming at the tip. The familiar, heady scent permeated his nostrils, making his mouth water. He licked his lips, placing a small kiss on the tip. He could hear Lan Wangji's breath hitch.
He gave the length a few tugs and swiped his thumb over the tip. Dallying but not for long, his tongue shot out and touched the length. He gave a few kitten licks around the head before wrapping his mouth on tip and giving a hard suck. Lan Zhan let out a low groan at the wet heat surrounding his manhood, and more liquid gathered at the head of his cock. Wei Wuxian eagerly lapped at it. It tasted salty and musky. It tasted like his Lan Zhan and he was addicted to the taste.
Lan Wangji visibly swallowed at the sight of Wei Ying's lips stretched around his cock, hungrily sucking him in, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
Wei Wuxian relaxed his throat to take more in, swallowing around more of the length. Lan Wangji's breath hitched, one of his hands reaching out to grab the back of Wei Ying's head, his fingers curling into his hair. He felt Lan Zhan growing heavier against his tongue.
Wei Ying hollowed out his cheeks and swallowed him deeper, the tip hitting the back of his throat. It was a tight fit and Lan Zhan was so big. In response, Lan Wangji pulled on his hair pinpricks of pleasure shooting down his spine. He bobbed his head up and down the impressive length and using his hand to stroke where his mouth couldn't reach.
Lan Wangji's breathes were coming out in pants and his cock was dribbling copious amounts of precum.
"Wei Ying... " Lan Zhan breathed, tugging the hand tangled in his zhiji's hair to get his attention.
Wei Ying kept up his effort, trying to take more and more in, suckling enthusiastically.
"Wei Ying, I'm c-close," Lan Wangji warned, a slight stutter in his breath.
Wei Wuxian pulled off with a wet pop sound. He was feeling rather desperate himself, he had to press the heel of his palm against his own aching erection to refrain from coming just at the feeling of Lan Zhan ’s cock in his mouth.
Lan Wangji pulled Wei Ying up to him, so Wei Ying ended up straddling his hips. He stared appreciatively at his zhiji's disheveled appearance. The slighter man clung to him, bracing himself up by leaning his hands against his shoulders. There were tears at the corners of Wei Ying's eyes, a dazed look in them, his lips red and swollen, wet with saliva and precum. Lan Wangji crashed their lips together in another toe curling kiss, tasting himself on Wei Ying's tongue.
"Want to be inside Wei Ying," Lan Wangji panted against his husband's lips, lightly biting them. Wei Ying whimpered, his hands frantically reaching for the pot of oil by the bedside.
He sloppily lathered his fingers with oil and unceremoniously pushed a slick finger inside him, letting out a hoarse gasp at the feeling, sliding it in and out with ease, still loose from yesterday's everyday. So pretty soon he slipped in a second finger, scissoring them.
Lan Wangji greedily drank in the sight of Wei Ying preparing himself with a single minded focus. He took in everything from the flushed face, panting breaths, the red travelling all the way down to his chest, to his hard cock and fingers that were disappearing inside him.
Before long there were three fingers in Wei Wuxian's hole, deliciously stretching him. Once he deemed himself sufficiently prepared, he took out his fingers with a filthy wet sound, biting back a whimper at the emptiness he felt, his hole fluttering around nothing.
He then slathered oil on Lan Wangji's cock. Before grabbing hold of it and lined it up with his entrance. They both let out a moan when the tip caught on his rim. Wei Wuxian bit his bottom lip and without warning, slid down to hilt, impaling himself on Lan Zhan's cock in one abrupt motion.
Lan Wangji let out a low groan, not taking his eyes away from the sight of Wei Ying sitting on his cock, all panting, flushed and lovely.
"Er-gege, so b-big. I'm so full," Wei Wuxian moaned out, breathing hard as he adjusted to the impressive length inside him. It felt so deep inside from this angle, so hot and hard, searing into him, like he was owned. His muscles burned a little but the pain was insignificant compared to the electrifying pleasure due to the delicious stretch.
After taking a moment to adjust, Wei Wuxian lifted his hips, until only the head was left inside, and dropped back down. He repeated the motion, up and down, more forceful each time, feeling the drag of his husband's cock against his walls.
Lan Wangji watched as Wei Ying bounced on his dick with vigor, taking Lan Wangji deep inside him. His hands reached out and caressed Wei Ying down his chest, pausing to tug and pinch at his nipples causing him to let out a filthy moan, his pace faltering. Lan Wangji's hand settled on Wei Ying's ass, gripping and kneading at the flesh.
Lan Wangji hip bucked up at the same time as Wei Ying dropped down, making him pound deeper into Wei Ying, his dick railed into Wei Ying's prostate. Wei Ying let out a choked moan, breathless.
"Ahh, Lan Zhan, feels so good," Wei Wuxian panted, delirious with pleasure, “You like seeing me like this, d-don’t you –ahh– Lan Zhan? Stuffed… stuffed full of your cock?”
"Mn," Lan Wangji grunted, squeezing his ass.
Wei Wuxian's thighs were burning, he needed more. He couldn't go fast enough. Exhaustion settled deeply into his bones (the night hunt had taken more out of him than he wanted to admit.
All of sudden, in one smooth motion, he was manhandled on to his back, without Lan Zhan slipping out from inside him.
"W-wait, no. Your... leg–" Wei Ying gasped before letting out a scream of pleasure as Lan Wangji started to ram inside him, hitting his prostate with every thrust, his legs automatically wrapping around Lan Wangji's waist.
Wei Wuxian could only make choked off moans, not even able to form words, his head was spinning from pleasure. His eyes were glistening with tears, mouth slack open in a silent scream, a bit of drool running down his chin. No one had the right to look that adorable while being stuffed full of cock Lan Wangji thought to himself.
Lan Wangji could tell Wei Ying was close from the way his cock twitched and he clenched around Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji grabbed his cock and pumped it hard and fast, while keeping his brutal pace of spearing inside Wei Ying. Soon, Wei Ying came with a loud wail, white-hot flash of pleasure through his nerves, spilling his cum all over their abdomens.
Lan Wangji fucked him through his orgasm, kept up the punishing pace as he thrust into Wei Ying over and over again, finally reaching his orgasm, jerking forward and biting into Wei Ying's neck.
Wei Wuxian could feel the fluid inside him, hot and filthy. Lan Zhan slowly pulled out leaving him sloppy and messy, cum already leaking out. The insides of his thighs were glistening wet.
There were only sounds of heavy breathing to fill the silence until a fuming, "Lan Zhan! You weren't supposed to move! Think about your injury!"
Wei Ying was fuming and pouting and what was Lan Wangji to do with his adorable husband but kiss him? He pulled him into a slow languid kiss.
"Don't think I'm still not mad," Wei Ying muttered once the kiss ended, "I was supposed to make you feel good."
"Wei Ying made me feel very good," Lan Wangji smiled, his voice deeply satisfied. Wei Ying's face flushed brick red.
"Lan Zhan! Shameless!" Wei Wuxian wailed, hiding his face.
Lan Wangji merely pecked him on the forehead and rearranged themselves so that he was lying on his back with Wei Ying in his arms, where he belongs. They stayed like that, resting against each other and being in each other's presence. They would have to move, to clean up soon. But for now they were together and warm and it was perfect.