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Lan Wangji wakes in the early light of dawn with his head sheltered on his husband’s chest. Neither of them is dressed and so the teeth marks and mouth-shaped bruises on Wei Wuxian’s collarbone are clear enough to see this close.
Their sheets are sticky with the remnants of their usual nightly activities, especially since Lan Wangji managed to make Wei Wuxian come twice before they fell asleep. Usually, Lan Wangji would already be taking steps to change the sheets while his husband continues to sleep. However, he resigns himself to lying on their dirty sheets a while longer when he realizes Wei Wuxian is already awake.
They have been together long enough for Lan Wangji to know Wei Wuxian is only up this early in the morning for one of three reasons. He has either had a nightmare, never went to bed in the first place, or he is planning to pin Lan Wangji to their bed and gently make love to him.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes are cloudy with the last vestiges of sleep and not bright with fear, so he must be awake for the third reason. In any case, Lan Wangji is already anticipating the early post-orgasm bliss he knows is sure to come.
“Good morning, dear husband of mine,” Wei Wuxian whispers to him when their gazes meet.
“Husband,” Lan Wangji murmurs, blinking the last of his own drowsiness away.
Wei Wuxian smiles, as bright and as gentle as he has come to smile at Lan Wangji since returning to this world in a new body. It has been years and still, Lan Wangji never tires of the thrill he feels being able to say that word in relation to Wei Wuxian, his husband who he loves more than life itself.
Lan Wangji leans into Wei Wuxian’s touch, eyes fluttering closed as his husband begins to card his fingers through his hair. It is still early, even for Lan Wangji who has always woken with the sun and will continue to do so for every night that he sleeps beside Wei Wuxian. The Jingshi is mostly dark and cool but already, Lan Zhan can see the slants of sunlight growing bigger and brighter as time crawls forward.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian hums into the crown of his head. “Lan Zhan.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says in response.
Wei Wuxian kisses his hair and flattens his free hand to the small of Lan Wangji’s back. He grounds his hips upward the moment their bodies are pressed tightly together. Lan Wangji’s next exhale is shaky, the arousal he had been ignoring up until this moment now welcomed. It is difficult not to respond to his husband’s emotions, whatever they may be at the time, but this is one feeling Lan Wangji will never come to dislike.
Tilting his head up, Lan Wangji rolls his hips slowly. Wei Wuxian understands his silent plea and leans down to press their lips together while they move as one. Neither of their morning breaths is arguably pleasant, but Lan Wangji will not complain. Lan Wangji will never complain about getting to hold the man he loves most in this world, not after he spent thirteen years mourning him and raising the son he left behind.
There was once a time when Lan Wangji lied in this exact same bed, his back lashed open for the entire world to see how his body and soul wept for Wei Wuxian. He had wanted nothing more than for his soulmate to return to him and now that he has, Lan Wangji does not intend to squander this gift from the very heavens themselves.
Wei Wuxian’s hand wrapping around them both brings Lan Wangji out of the depressive thoughts he has done his best to bury. His husband’s kiss is more teeth than tongue, but Lan Wangji finds himself relaxing even further into the bed despite that. He tenses when Wei Wuxian squeezes them both though, moving his hand up and down their shafts slowly. Lan Wangji is certain he won’t last as long as he would like to, so he reaches down to his right until he finds the oil he discarded by the bed last night.
When he holds it up, Wei Wuxian makes a pleased humming sound in the back of his throat that makes Lan Wangji shiver in response. The hand his husband had wrapped around them moves to grab the oil and Lan Wangji settles back on the sheets, spreading his knees apart as Wei Wuxian sits up. Their eyes meet after Wei Wuxian has dipped his fingers into the oil, a silent question hanging in the air between them. Lan Wangji nods, feeling soft as Wei Wuxian beams at him.
“Lan Zhan, your husband will do all the work,” Wei Wuxian declares as he blows on his oil-covered fingers. “All you have to do is lie back and relax.”
Lan Wangji hums, reaching out to grab Wei Wuxian’s nape. “Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian smiles as he is dragged down to give Lan Wangji another kiss, his fingers now hovering in the space between Lan Wangji’s thighs. Lan Wangji bends his knees and spreads his legs further apart, squeezing the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck only once before he releases him.
He feels himself twitch when his husband trails his fingers down his perineum before he begins to circle his rim. Wei Wuxian watches him, his gaze hungry and Lan Wangji does not look away from the silver of his husband’s eyes, focused only on keeping himself calm and loose. Wei Wuxian’s finger breaches him up to the first knuckle before Lan Wangji actually feels it, surprised at how quickly his body has tensed up.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian inquires, brow furrowed as he studies him.
Lan Wangji shakes his head and grips Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, silently urging him to stay put. He only needs a moment to adjust and then he’ll be fine. Already he can feel the flaming coil of arousal that has been building up in his groin distract him with the thought of having his husband inside him soon. He wants this, he is sure of that without a doubt and he is relieved when Wei Wuxian leans down to kiss his forehead. His husband has obviously read his silent message correctly which leaves Lan Wangji breathless with the force of his love for this man who knows him down to the bare bones of his very soul.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathes between them when he is ready to continue.
Wei Wuxian smiles at him, curling his finger slowly inside Lan Wangji. “Ah, Lan Zhan, my Lan Zhan. Just tell me if you want to stop.”
Lan Wangji nods even though he knows he will not want to stop any time soon. Wei Wuxian’s smile only grows in response, a second finger now toying at Lan Wangji’s rim. He tenses again only for a short moment. Wei Wuxian dips down to kiss the corner of his mouth, his other hand grabbing the oil once more.
He is relaxed again when Wei Wuxian wraps his hand around his cock, two of his fingers now buried in Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian curls his fingers, Lan Wangji becoming looser as he does. His hand around Lan Wangji is neither firm nor aggressive, only gentle and distracting enough to make Lan Wangji’s breaths come faster and sharper with each twist of his wrists.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying murmurs. “Do you want to stay on your back for this?”
Lan Wangji nods, pondering over when exactly his eyes had closed after he opens them to see a blushing Wei Wuxian staring down at him. The slick noise of the oil and Wei Wuxian’s moving hands is loud in the soft quiet of the early morning. Wei Wuxian’s voice is nothing louder than an exhale but Lan Wangji enjoys his husband’s quiet moments as much as he does his loud, excessive babbling.
He also understands that Wei Wuxian is asking if he is in any pain that would make their everyday activities uncomfortable. For that alone, Lan Wangji is certain he would fall in love with his husband all over again if he did not already love him like the moon loves the sea.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji whispers just to feel the syllables of his husband’s name in his mouth.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian croaks in response, somehow having worked a third finger into Lan Wangji when he was not paying attention.
A particularly loud squelching sound makes Wei Wuxian laugh, slowly pulling his hands away from Lan Wangji’s groin. Lan Wangji does not say anything but his brows furrow slightly and that is all that is needed for Wei Wuxian to laugh again.
“Don’t worry, dear husband of mine. You won’t stay empty for long,” Wei Wuxian chuckles, his smile brighter than the weak morning sunshine quickly lighting up the Jingshi.
Lan Wangji waits until Wei Wuxian has lined himself up before he settles both of his hands on his shoulders. Wei Wuxian’s gaze flickers up to meet his, grinning before he looks back down at the space where they will soon be connected.
The head of Wei Wuxian’s cock is not unfamiliar against Lan Wangji’s rim. He has had his husband in more ways than even he can count but he has not disliked any of them. Each scenario and position brings its own set of benefits and Lan Wangji enjoys anything he can have with Wei Wuxian.
His grip on Wei Wuxian’s shoulders tightens momentarily as he pushes slowly into him. There is resistance at first until his body recognizes what is happening and accepts Wei Wuxian inside him. The slide then is smooth and slow. Lan Wangji’s husband is always careful when they have their everyday in the morning, not wanting either of them to be harmed when Wei Wuxian is not completely awake yet.
Once Wei Wuxian has buried himself to the hilt inside him, Lan Wangji wraps his arms around Wei Wuxian’s neck and pulls him close. Wei Wuxian moves with him easily, his mouth already pressing kisses anywhere he can reach on Lan Wangji’s face. When their lips meet, Wei Wuxian rocks his hips tentatively, testing the effect this will have.
Pleasure rockets straight into Lan Wangji’s being, eyes fluttering closed of their own accord. Wei Wuxian’s thrusts are shallow and slow, but his kisses are demanding and searing which leaves Lan Wangji reeling. He hooks his ankles behind Wei Wuxian’s back, rolling his hips down to match his husband’s rhythm.
Wei Wuxian grows bolder with Lan Wangji’s silent encouragement. One hand digs into Lan Wangji’s waist as the other fists his hair, tugging on it when he wants to angle Lan Wangji’s face just right. They continue to exchange kisses as Wei Wuxian’s hips move faster and faster.
When they part for air, Wei Wuxian says, “Lan Zhan, you are beautiful. The most beautiful man in this world. Just look at how you open for me.”
“Only for Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji quietly corrects him as his husband smiles.
“Only for me,” Wei Wuxian confirms. “And I am only for you.”
Lan Wangji hums in affirmation, closing his eyes as his husband chuckles. When Wei Wuxian dips down to kiss him again, Lan Wangji loses himself in the simple and pure pleasure of this. He loves the feeling of having Wei Wuxian inside him. He loves the way Wei Wuxian will pull back until just the tip of his cock is still inside him then slam in without notice as the gentleness of their early morning leaves him. Having his husband buried deep within him as he kisses him breathless is one of the things Lan Wangji loves most about married life with Wei Wuxian.
He loves it more when Wei Wuxian scrapes his teeth down his throat until his tongue meets the place where the Wen brand on Lan Wangji’s chest begins.
Admittedly, the first time Wei Wuxian had tried putting his mouth on it, Lan Wangji had asked him to stop and Wei Wuxian did. They did not discuss it afterward, mostly because Lan Wangji did not know what to say, but the next time Wei Wuxian tried to kiss that brand he only did so after asking Lan Wangji first. Now, they have been together long enough that Lan Wangji has grown used to the way Wei Wuxian will lather affection on all his scars.
He shivers under the onslaught of Wei Wuxian’s tongue on his scarred skin, the burning wave of his arousal building to momentous heights inside him. Wei Wuxian’s thrusts are becoming sloppy as well, a sure sign of his own upcoming orgasm.
Lan Wangji twists his fingers into the hair at Wei Wuxian’s nape, tugging softly to get his attention. His husband does not stop moving in him but once their gazes meet, Lan Wangji is leaning up to capture Wei Wuxian’s lips in a kiss. It is messier than usual, their teeth clacking together at first when Wei Wuxian pushes into him harder than before. Lan Wangji only tightens his grip on his husband, clenching around him in the hopes that he will understand his wish for Wei Wuxian to finish inside him.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says against his lips anyway.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji responds, reassuring his husband of what he wants.
Wei Wuxian groans loudly then, hips stuttering forward twice more before he stills. Lan Wangji watches him as he comes, his husband’s eyelashes fluttering closed over bright pink cheeks Lan Wangji would like to bite. He can feel Wei Wuxian pulsing inside him and that is when his own pleasure decides to rear its head.
Almost as if Wei Wuxian were able to read his mind, Lan Wangji groans under his breath when his husband’s hand grabs his cock once more. Wei Wuxian uses his weight to hold Lan Wangji down and strokes him as he rolls his hips into him again and again. He can feel his husband softening and the squelching sounds from earlier have only grown more vulgar but Lan Wangji does not care enough about that to truly notice.
Lan Wangji comes as Wei Wuxian is twisting his hand around the head of his cock, still buried deep inside him. He whispers Wei Wuxian’s name like a prayer, head thrown back as the rolling abyss of his orgasm swallows him whole.
When he comes back to, Wei Wuxian has already slid out of him and is rearranging them so he is curled around Lan Wangji’s back. Wei Wuxian presses a trail of kisses to his shoulder blades, following the lines of his whip scars as he is prone to do when he is holding Lan Wangji tight.
It feels calming being held by his husband, the man he has loved since he was sixteen. Even when he is lying in bed naked with Wei Wuxian’s come dripping out of him, he does not find himself wanting to get up and begin the day. Lan Wangji would rather lie in bed with Wei Wuxian in their blissful little cocoon, but then nothing would ever get done. Still, he can afford a few moments more of this before he has to bathe and look presentable enough for his daily responsibilities as Chief Cultivator.
“Lan Zhan, husband,” Wei Wuxian interrupts his thoughts as he whispers into his ear.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji hums in question, turning in Wei Wuxian’s embrace to face him.
Wei Wuxian leans in and kisses him softly, a hand cupping Lan Wangji’s cheek tenderly. He pulls back only far enough to whisper against Lan Wangji’s lips with a blush on his cheeks and adoration written all over his face.
“I love you,” he promises.
Lan Wangji smiles.