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“Hey there, would you mind buying me a drink? I’ll suck your dick if you do.”
Wei Wuxian smirks at the man, placing his elbow on the bar top and twirling a lock of his hair around his pointer finger in an overly flirty manner.
All he gets in response is a quick once over – not a smile, not a no thank you, nothing.
Wei Wuxian hails down the bartender with a wave of his hand, leaning his chest over the bar and sticking his ass out, “I’d like a Swimmingpool, please. On his tab,” He points his chin in the direction of the man next to him, who doesn’t even stop him.
“Sooo, handsome, what are you doing here all alone?” He continues with his spiel in a slow drawl.
The hotel bar isn’t too full, luckily, or Wei Wuxian never would have dared starting this little game. There’s a couple other people standing by the bar like him, and a few tables are occupied.
He has no idea where his friends have gone off to – probably ran away as soon it was obvious Wei Wuxian would go through with the dare.
It had been Nie Huaisang’s idea initially.
They’re on their annual uni trip (just a couple of them choosing a city at random to hang out and get drunk for half a week). It’s become a tradition since the first time it actually happened, that one of them hooks up with a stranger at the hotel bar.
This year is Wei Wuxian’s turn.
But there’s a catch. The others choose who you hook up with and since Wei Wuxian is a self-proclaimed professional flirt (who can get anyone he wants) they wanted to make it extra difficult for him – choosing a stuck-up looking, much older man for him. Who’s only drinking a glass of water by the looks of it.
But Wei Wuxian is no coward – he loves a challenge. As soon as Nie Huaisang had singled out his target, Wei Wuxian had a wide grin forming. The man was hot – dark suit pants and a white button down, a loose tie hanging around his neck and his suit jacket lying over the bar next to him. His hair is shorter in the back, but styled in front so it frames his face, making him look a little younger than he probably was. Handsome though.
He seemed serious, like he’d tell Wei Wuxian to be quiet if he spoke too loud. Someone who doesn’t curse, never breaks any traffic laws.
Maybe he’d punish Wei Wuxian – spank him or tie him up and edge him.
Guaranteed to give him one hell of a time.
Wei Wuxian takes a sip of his blue cocktail, wrapping his lips around the straw and sucking in an exaggerated manner, eyes trained on his target.
Who still hasn’t said a word. He didn’t even tell him to pay for his own drink.
But he also didn’t tell him to go away, or that he wasn’t interested. That’s encouragement enough for Wei Wuxian to keep going.
“I’m Wei Wuxian by the way. Should’ve introduced myself first. I’m staying here at the hotel. How about you? You look like you have the penthouse suite or something,” he grins when the man’s eyes fall shut for two seconds, giving the impression of a man trying to not strangle someone.
“Are you traveling for business, or pleasure?” Wei Wuxian leans in a little closer, chest almost brushing the man’s shoulder, and cocks his head to the side to get a better look at his stern face, “I myself am here for pleasure, you see.”
He watches the muscle in his jaw flex, his fingers gripping his waterglass a little tighter as he lifts it to his lips and takes a slow sip. His eyes are still stuck to the opposite side of the room.
“It’s really a funny story. My friends from uni, we always take a trip together to any city at random. It almost feels like we were destined to meet like this, don’t you think? Would’ve been such a shame if we’d gone somewhere else. Then you’d still be sitting here all alone and I’d be hitting on someone only half as sexy.”
He could go on. And he will, until he’s told to shut up or dragged upstairs.
Preferably to the penthouse suite if Wei Wuxian has anything to say about it.
“My friends have abandoned me though,” he murmurs with a forlorn look, again gazing around in search of their giggling group. They’d discussed who to pick as Wei Wuxian’s target for so long it’s already past 10PM, and they’d even talked about going to a club later.
So maybe they’ve gone upstairs to get ready.
Wei Wuxian tells his new friend of his suspicions, only to be met with more silence.
A slow sense of defeat is crawling up his spine, his shoulders slumping with each failed attempt at getting through to the man. He downs half his cocktail of liquid courage, wiping his mouth with a napkin before turning toward the stranger.
“I’m gonna finish my drink, and then I want you to either get me another or tell me to go,” he lets his words sink in before wrapping his fingers around the cool stem of his glass and pulling it toward himself.
Fuck this, Wei Wuxian had been too cocky maybe.
What if this guy was married or like ultra straight or something. Maybe he offended him with his first comment.
Too late to change tactics now though.
“Are you not into younger guys?” he asks, voice already quieting down as he sips at his drink.
The bar’s music fills the space, Wei Wuxian bobbing his head to the beat and thoughts wandering…he’ll be so embarrassed if he doesn’t get this guy. His friends are gonna laugh their asses of at his confidence and then failing to seal the deal.
“Whatever…” he murmurs. He finishes his drink and strains his neck to look around the bar, eyes out for an alternative catch.
His glass ends up pushed across the bar top, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the wood when a voice from next to him startles him back into motion,
“Four shots of your most expensive vodka, please.”
Wei Wuxian whips his head around (elegantly of course) to stare at the stranger, who up until now hasn’t said a single word, or had a sip of alcohol. So what, he suddenly changed his mind?
“What…” Wei Wuxian starts, dazed and so, so confused but he’s still being ignored.
The shots are lined up in front of the man, and Wei Wuxian watches, speechless for the first time, as long, manicured fingers wrap around the first glass, and…and…
He doesn’t take the shot, no he pushes it in Wei Wuxian’s direction, right next to his left hand curled up on the bar.
He blinks at the shot, then lifts his gaze to his face, and feels trapped when the man stares right back – golden eyes piercing and cold, expectant.
“You-hnng,” Wei Wuxian swallows the lump in his throat, eyes dropping to the shot again and his fingers itch to take it but he’s suddenly not sure if he should.
The man is playing with him.
“I shou-“
“Drink,” his smooth voice orders, completely level and collected.
No room for argument left so Wei Wuxian dips his chin and wraps his fingers around the shotglass, still wet from having just been washed.
Those eyes watch his every move, but Wei Wuxian futilely hopes he can’t tell how his fingers tremble, or how he misses some of the vodka so it dribbles down his chin and stains his black top.
He can’t help but pull a face as the alcohol burns his throat, his mouth feels so, so warm.
“Okay…okay so now-“ Wei Wuxian eyes the other three shots, “Are you gonna take one as well?” He tries sounding tough or smooth or sexy but it comes out embarrassingly breathless. He never takes shots okay, give him a break.
The man reaches for the next glass, and Wei Wuxian looks forward to watching him grimace at the taste – but then it’s once again placed in front of him, his fingers grazing Wei Wuxian’s knuckles.
“Drink,” he orders again and his body betrays him, fingers gripping the glass before he can play hard to get.
Fuck, he must seem like such a wimp.
“Tell me your name at least,” he tries, looking the man defiantly in the face, “For every shot, ‘cause now I’m assuming they’re all for me. Tell me something I wanna know.”
He seems to be considering this, eyes raking over his face, his bare arms and skintight black tank top before dropping even further, taking in Wei Wuxian’s loose fit dark jeans. It’s nothing too sexy, since frankly, he’d forgotten it was his turn this year.
“Lan Wangji,” the man finally answers. So maybe he isn’t looking too shabby if Lan Wangji has decided to play along with his game.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian grins, throwing back the shot with a flourish and placing it face down on the bar top.
Maybe he’s imagining the extra glint in the man’s eyes or maybe something in the bar’s lighting has changed since his gaze is suddenly so much more intense, all his focus on Wei Wuxian and it makes him dizzy.
Or maybe it’s the alcohol because his cocktail had already been pretty strong, plus two shots of vodka which were probably like at least 60%. And then his spicy chicken wings for dinner like six hours ago.
Great combination.
But hey, he’s not feeling too out of it yet and with this fine specimen of a man playing his games, Wei Wuxian will pull himself together for the best dicking of his life, no doubt.
“Okay, so that was shot number two, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian announces with a giddy smile, shifting more of his weight onto his elbow holding him up on the bar, “Tell me something else…”
Lan Wangji seems amused, not that he’s smiling or anything but the faint wrinkles around his eyes become more evident and he licks his lips before asking, “What would you like to know, Wei Wuxian?”
A shiver rushes through his whole body at the sound of his name leaving that perfect mouth, and in that slow collected voice…
“Mmmhhnn,” Wei Wuxian pouts as he thinks, fingertips pushing the shot glass around as he gazes at the man, “Your age. I’ll even tell you how old I am if you care to know…”
“How old do you think I am?” The man counters and Wei Wuxian is internally screaming in delight that he was able to pull this man in, to get him to respond to his teasing, to engage with him.
“I say this with the highest compliment, but you’re at least 35,” Wei Wuxian grins, “And if you do happen to be younger, than I would still tell you to feel flattered.”
That even gets him a small quirk of his lips, but no full smile yet, “I am indeed older than 35. Would you still like to know the exact number?”
“If you would be so kind, Mr. Lan.”
“I am 37.” Not an ounce of shame or hesitation in his manners. Wei Wuxian had half expected him to be coy about his age, being hit on by a much younger man must make a man feel inadequate in some ways. But not Lan Wangji, he is obviously above such feelings; he is calm and confident and so fucking sexy and 37 and he’s interested in Wei Wuxian and this is the best night of his young life and it is going to be the best sex he will ever have.
“Will you tell me how old you are?”
15 years younger, good Sir.
“How old do you think I am?” Wei Wuxian smirks, reaching for the third shot as an excuse to shuffle closer to the man so that their knees bump together and his chest touches Lan Wangji’s shoulder. He doesn’t move away.
“Must I? I do not want to get it wrong. You will be offended if I guess you too old, am I right?”
“Please nothing above 25.” Yes, Wei Wuxian is a little vain.
“And you are older than 21?” There is just a smidge of barely concealed hope in his tone then.
What are you thinking, Mr. Lan? Praying Wei Wuxian is old enough to take to bed? Tsk tsk tsk.
“Yeah.”
“Then you must be 23,” Lan Wangji says, but he still watches Wei Wuxian’s face for his confirmation.
“Wrong.”
“24, then,” he tries again.
Wei Wuxian shakes his head and he can’t help the grin on his face when Lan Wangji works the numbers in his head, just a millisecond until his eyes widen almost imperceptibly.
“You are 22,” and at Wei Wuxian’s nod and enthusiastic thumbs up he exhales audibly, fingers curling into a fist atop the bar.
“I am indeed, Mr. Lan,” Wei Wuxian brings the third glass to his lips, grateful for the small break he’s had in between shots, “Not too young for you I hope,” he adds before downing the vodka and coughing just a little.
Lan Wangji is still watching him, but he’s also turned toward him a bit more, physically engaging in the conversation as well. He takes the empty glass from Wei Wuxian’s trembling fingers, his touch lingering.
His eyes burn with unshed tears as the alcohol reaches his stomach, and he shakes his head a little to clear his mind from the daze he’d almost fallen in, “Okay, okay, so that’s out of the way. So boring, talking about ages as if it actually matters in the end…” he starts rambling.
Lan Wangji watches him, still evidently amused and waiting for his next question.
“So, you’re 37 and I’m assuming traveling for business, what with your nice suit and the water and stuff. Well, I’m here with friends – right, I already told you that. Pleasure, that’s why I’m here,” Wei Wuxian grins, and maybe he’s a bit more drunk than he should be.
“So, tell me how long you’re staying and if you have the penthouse suite, ‘cause I might sulk a little if you take me to anywhere but the penthouse suite.”
“And who says I’m taking you anywhere, Wei Wuxian?”
“The Swimmingpool.” Wei Wuxian grins, already having expected that question, “I told you, first thing. I’ll suck your dick if you buy me a drink, and you did, or rather will, pay for my drink.”
Lan Wangji’s gaze darkens again, Wei Wuxian’s entire body lighting up under all his attention.
“And I take you to be a gentleman, Mr. Lan, who will not make this poor student get on his knees in the bar’s restroom.”
The other is quiet for a moment, before finally deigning to answer his question instead of responding to his taunts, “I arrived earlier today, and I will stay until the end of this week. And…”
“Yes?” Wei Wuxian leans closer, eager to hear his suspicions confirmed-
“And what kind of room I have, shall remain a surprise, until you have earned that small piece of information.”
“Earned?” Wei Wuxian gasps, “Have I not done enough, letting you fill me up with expensive vodka and- and being nice…and complimenting you…-Mr. Lan!” Wei Wuxian pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“You have yet to drink the last shot, Wei Wuxian,” he lifts the glass in his hand, and Wei Wuxian reaches for it but Lan Wangji doesn’t let go.
“What…” Wei Wuxian mumbles, feeling entirely out of control in this situation. He’d been the one coming onto the older man, wanting to flirt and taunt and play games but now Lan Wangji is making him work for it, teasing him.
And he loves it, but he also wants to be fucked and if all this will lead to is a quick blowjob than he’ll take it, but he would be disappointed.
“Be good now and drink the last shot. And I will show you if I have the penthouse suite or not.”
Wei Wuxian nods eagerly, but instead of taking the glass for himself he wraps his fingers around the other man’s wrist and lifts his hand to his face so that the glass touches his lips and he feeds him the vodka.
He lets his lower lip tease Lan Wangji’s thumb before letting go of him. He licks his lips and grins at the man.
“Show me your hotel room, Mr. Lan. I think I’ve earned it.”
They stare at each other for a moment, Wei Wuxian smirking triumphantly with his eyes a little unfocused and thoughts swimming in a pool of alcohol. Why did Lan Wangji make him get drunk?
It’s not like he’s an inexperienced drinker, hell Wei Wuxian is a university student – he can drink ‘til the sun comes up on a regular Wednesday but somehow the shots and the cocktail have completely bulldozed him – too much too quickly on an empty stomach.
And now he’s swaying forward, losing his balance while shifting his weight and arm instinctively reaching out for the bigger man. He grabs his upper arm to steady himself, and to keep from collapsing fully into him – that’s never sexy.
“Ahhh shit fuck sorry,” he chuckles, fingernails digging into the bar when he feels a big warm hand encircle his waist. Immediately the spinning stops, and all thoughts zero in on the place where Lan Wangji is touching him.
“Are you alright?” The deep voice by his ear asks, polite concern seeping through and Wei Wuxian nods, schooling his expression to not seem like the drunk fool that he is.
“Yeah ehm, sorry about that. Just maybe I should have some water before we go.”
The fingers on his waist tighten minutely when Lan Wangji turns to call the bartender’s attention, asking for the check and a tall glass of water.
Wei Wuxian tries not to lean into the strong body next to him, instead he places both elbows on the bar top as he waits for his water. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Lan Wangji pull out his card, paying for the water, the shots and his cocktail of course.
The others better not leave for the club without him, Wei Wuxian thinks somewhat grumpily. He’d packed some extra slutty clothes to wear for when they go out – and even though he’s gonna go have sex with Lan Wangji now doesn’t mean he can’t go to the club afterwards.
Maybe the older man will even join them.
He can’t help but chuckle at that thought, shaking his head slightly.
Lan Wangji doesn’t ask but he can feel his gaze on him as Wei Wuxian has his water placed in front of him. He takes slow sips at first, glancing at his companion in between.
“Finish it,” the man says, and Wei Wuxian frowns at him, “I am, Jesus. Give me a minute,” he can’t help the annoyance the comment evokes in him.
He raises the glass again, just wanting to finish the rest in one go so that Lan Wangji doesn’t say anything again. Suddenly the hand at his waist disappears, and then reappears at the back of his neck, not putting any pressure but just resting there, the tips of his fingers ghosting over the side of his neck, goosebumps breaking out on the naked skin there.
A pretty bold move from someone who hasn’t shown all that much enthusiasm so far.
But Wei Wuxian isn’t complaining, he loves the possessiveness of the man’s touch, his hands on him.
Obediently, Wei Wuxian tips his head back, leaning more into the hand there, and finishes the water in steady gulps. His lips and chin are glistening, some water having spilled out as he eagerly chugged the glass and he now wipes at the droplets with the back of his hand while gazing at the man next to him.
Lan Wangji was watching him the entire time, gaze calm but dark as he stares at Wei Wuxian’s lips, “Very good. Are you feeling better?” His voice dropped another octave, almost going under in the heavy bass of the bar’s music.
Dazedly, Wei Wuxian nods, head still basically resting in the cradling hand on his neck, hands clinging to the solid surface in front of him, “Yeah,” he sighs, “Yes, let’s go, Mr. Lan.”
Lan Wangji slings his jacket over his arm, the hand at his neck trailing down to rest at the small of his back as they wind their way through the tables and into the hotel’s lobby.
Wei Wuxian can’t help the excited smile on his face, but he tries not to make his delight too obvious so he doesn’t turn to look at the other man, simply letting himself be steered through the wide lobby, past the reception and toward the elevators on the other side.
“Shouldn’t you let your friends know where you are?”
He turns to grin at Lan Wangji, “Sure, once I know which room we’re in. And it better be the penthouse suite.”
Lan Wangji almost rolls his eyes, at least it looks like he’s trying really hard not to, “Yes, you’ve mentioned that once or twice already.”
“I’m sorry, I just saw the pictures on their website and it looks absolutely amazing, with those big windows where you can see the whole city as far as the port and-“ Lan Wangji steers him into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor, “-that huge bathroom with the hot tub and then of course that king sized bed! I can’t wait!”
Wei Wuxian feels a little self-conscious at the silence that follows, now more apparent than ever since it’s just the two of them with no music to fill the space or other people around. Now he can’t escape those piercing eyes, seemingly trained on his face without blinking.
Lan Wangji seems as content as ever, one hand in his pants’ pocket and the other gripping the elevator’s rail, posture still proper but relaxed.
The younger fidgets with his fingers in front of himself, gazing at his outfit in the mirror. He tries to not make it too obvious but he’s hating the him from twelve hours ago when he decided to put on baggy bloody jeans. At least the top shows off his slim waist and defined torso.
“Come,” The hand is back at his waist, Wei Wuxian blinking himself out of his thoughts to find Lan Wangji already with a foot outside of the elevator.
He quickly steps out as well and then follows Lan Wangji down the bright corridor.
“It is room number 1010, if you want to text your friends,” Lan Wangji tell him, pulling out a key card to scan the lock on the door.
“Yeah, thanks,” Wei Wuxian nods, but doesn’t yet take out his phone. He’ll wait.
The door is being held open for him, and Wei Wuxian quickly steps inside, eager to explore the suite. Because of course he had been right: he is being led into the hotel’s only penthouse suite, at least three times the size of your regular hotel room, with a wide balcony going all around.
“Fucking hell,” he can’t help but exclaim, toeing off his shoes quickly so he can rush through the hall into the open space, furnished with a huge TV mounted on the wall to his left, with three white sofas arranged in front of it, then on the right side is the kitchen area with its own proper bar and marble island. He wants to be bent over the cool surface and fucked within an inch of his life.
Lan Wangji followed him, still keeping a few feet of distance between them, patient enough to let the student explore the space to his heart’s content.
And Wei Wuxian hasn’t even seen half of it. Two doors on either side of the TV on the left lead to the huge bathroom: the shower itself is almost 2x2 meters with a little built-in bench. There’s a bathtub big enough for two grown men, convenient. Wei Wuxian doesn’t linger though, he walks in one door and out the other and ends up standing in front of the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, which open out onto the balcony.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers again, throwing a glance over his shoulder toward Lan Wangji, “This is crazy, it must be so expensive,” he says in awe, the other only shrugging noncommittedly and laying his suit jacket over the back of a sofa, “It must be.”
“You should know…” Wei Wuxian comes back to the centre of the room, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, “I’ll text my friends quickly, yeah?” With the approving nod from Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian drops himself onto one of the sofas and starts texting, momentarily forgetting about what Lan Wangji might be doing.
Me [10:49PM]
dont go clubbing without me
but give me like an hour
Qing-Jie [10:49PM]
Are you drowning your sorrows in alcohol?
A-Cheng [10:49PM]
Did he leave you sitting alone at the bar?
A-Sang [10:49PM]
nooo my boy I was rooting for you
did he seriously turn your sweet ass down???
Me [10:50PM]
guys your lack of faith in me is hurtful
im in room 1010 with the hottest guy in this city
and am about five minutes away from sucking his dick soooo
gimme an hour
A-Sang [10:50PM]
YEESSS you go girl
knew you wouldn’t disappoint good old me
don’t forget we need proof
Qing-Jie [10:51PM]
ugh why do I hang out with you guys
Me [10:51PM]
Jie you started this tradition
Qing-Jie [10:51PM]
You have until midnight Wei Ying or we’ll leave without you
With a smirk, Wei Wuxian sends them a kiss emoji followed by the eggplant and peach emojis before shutting his phone off and dropping his head against the backrest of the sofa, “All done. Now I’m all yours, Mr. Lan.”
At Wei Wuxian’s words he comes out of the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar and giving the younger a glimpse of white walls, more polished windows and the edge of the bed. While Wei Wuxian was texting, Lan Wangi has taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt at the collar.
“Would you like another glass of water? Or something else to drink?” He asks, giving the impression of a host greeting their guest at the door, “There is a mini bar. And water in the fridge.”
“Sure, thanks,” Wei Wuxian pushes himself up, leaving his phone on the sofa, and walks around the kitchen island. He opens the fridge, cocking his head to the side as he scans the limited content.
There’s really only water in there, three full litre bottles. He contemplates checking out the mini bar when he feels cold fingers grazing along his neck, carefully collecting the loose strands and exposing his neck.
Lan Wangji must have come up behind him the minute he had his back turned, and now he was so close Wei Wuxian can feel his hot breath hit the back of his neck.
He dare not speak, muscles straining to stay still as he lets Lan Wangji caress his neck with loving attention. Seconds pass and just as Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to speak, to ask what Lan Wangji wants to do, he feels the man’s lips on his skin, trailing open mouthed kisses along the side of his neck, his tongue leaving wet spots behind.
“Ah—” A sigh leaves his lips, eyes fluttering closed; having the older touch him like this, to feel his desire so clearly, proof that he wants Wei Wuxian just as much as he wants him – it validates him, “Mr. Lan.”
The other pauses for a moment, the tip of his nose touching Wei Wuxian’s ear, and then his hands are back on his waist, holding him in place and he reconnects his lips to his neck and then he’s sucking a bruise right there, under his jaw.
“Shit,” Wei Wuxian all but moans, tilting his head to the side even more and he gives a full body shudder when he feels Lan Wangji pull his shirt up, fingers touching the skin on his hips, then his stomach and waist, “Your hands are so big,” he whispers.
Lan Wangji hums, both hands reaching over his stomach, fingers splayed out before digging into the soft flesh and pushing Wei Wuxian back against his chest. The outline of his cock is pressed to Wei Wuxian’s ass, he’s still soft but already feels big like this.
The kisses on his neck haven’t stopped, he’s moved on to the other side, face buried in the hair he’d gathered there but Lan Wangji obviously doesn’t care enough to remedy that.
“I…Mr. Lan!“ he breaks off with a gasp, one of Lan Wangji’s hands suddenly dipping under the loose waistband of his baggy jeans, hanging low on his hips, and palming his half-hard cock over his underwear. He hadn’t even popped the button or pulled the zipper down, just forced his hand down there and cupped his crotch.
“Already getting excited?” Lan Wangji murmurs in his ear, something of a smile in his voice though Wei Wuxian is sure if he were to turn around right now his face would be completely blank.
He wants to squirm at his mean tone, face burning, “I don’t…am not – no this isn’t-“ Lan Wangji isn’t even moving his hand, just holding him there. He might as well be holding a gun to his head, that’s what it feels like. A threat, a taunt.
There’s something incredibly intimate but humiliating at being touched like that, it’s never happened to him before that someone put their hands on him in such a manner, so cold and detached.
His mean behaviour doesn’t match with the soft kisses he’s still pressing to his neck and now over his shoulder, pushing the strap from his tank top out of the way.
Having had enough of the man’s teasing, Wei Wuxian turns around in his hold, forcing him to remove his hand from his pants. It doesn’t stop Lan Wangji from kissing his neck, he goes with the movement, lips touching Wei Wuxian’s jaw. And he doesn’t even look at the older when their lips connect seamlessly, eyes falling shut again when they give each other little pecks, again and again until one of them lingers.
Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to the prodding of Lan Wangji’s tongue and he sucks him in, humming in the back of his throat. He’s a good kisser. Maybe it’s the fifteen years more he’s had to practice but Lan Wangji definitely knows how to move his tongue for Wei Wuxian to quickly become breathless, air leaving him in uncoordinated pants and hands scrambling to grasp his shoulders.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, lips covered in their saliva and feeling numb already when they break apart to breathe. He blinks his eyes open, immediately getting caught in Lan Wangji’s heated gaze, so so close.
“Want you to fuck me, Mr. Lan. Will you do that?” He sneaks one hand into his hair at the back of his head, scratching at the skin on his nape and pulling at the short strands.
Without waiting for his reply, Wei Wuxian pulls him back in for another kiss, this time he licks into the older man’s mouth, pushing against his tongue and moaning when the kiss turns hard and rough, Lan Wangji not making it easy for Wei Wuxian to dominate the kiss.
“You’re good,” Wei Wuxian pants against his parted lips, “kiss so good, hands feel good too-“ Lan Wangji forces him quiet with another kiss, pushing Wei Wuxian back against the freezing surface of the fridge, his bare shoulders stinging.
The man’s hands push his tank top up again, fingers back to touching his waist, pulling him forward a little so their hips are touching. Wei Wuxian wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him down to continue kissing, grinding his hips forward and hoping for more friction against his cock. He wants to get the man hot and bothered, force him to abandon his rigid self-control and snap.
“I should suck you off – I want to, Mr. Lan I’ll swallow your big cock and then you can fuck me, hm? You like that? Is that why you brought me up here? Cause you wanna have sex with a university student while on your business trip?”
“Shut up,” Lan Wangji growls, pushing Wei Wuxian’s arms off of him and then forcefully yanking his tank top over his head, so he ends up in only his baggy jeans in the penthouse suite kitchen, jeans hanging off his hips with Lan Wangji in his expensive slacks and white button down, not a hair out of place.
They kiss again the moment Wei Wuxian is freed from the fabric, Lan Wangji’s hands exploring all the newly exposed skin of his back and chest, fingers briefly grazing his nipples before moving on without lingering.
Sometimes Wei Wuxian is self conscious of his figure; still quite lanky and no hard muscle. He doesn’t have defined abs or big pecs, his body is lean and smooth while others his age are bigger and stronger than him, with wide shoulders and huge biceps.
But right now, with Lan Wangji’s big hands on him, his shoulders wider than his own, he feels desirable – it emphasizes their age difference somehow.
He’s barley a full adult, at 22 in his third year of college while Lan Wangji is nearing forty with a hard torso and sure hands, his moves deliberate and unhurried.
Wei Wuxian pushes away from the fridge, hands gripping the open collar of Lan Wangji’s shirt as he forces him backwards, against the marble island, “That’s it isn’t it. I’m 22, Mr. Lan.”
The hands on his body turn harsher, digging into his skin on the verge of too painful to be enjoyable.
Wei Wuxian licks at his throat, “I’ll be your secret, won’t I? You can’t tell people at home you took a kid in his 20s to bed,” he delights at the harsh exhale hitting his forehead, the more deliberate push of Lan Wangji’s hips against his.
“That I hit on you at the bar. And you made me drink for you…” He nips at the base of his throat with his teeth, hands working to unbutton his shirt, “Mr. Lan, you’ll have to keep this night all to yourself-“ he singsongs with a grin, pulling back to look the man in his eyes as he delivers his last line, “While I’ll go around school telling everyone how I got fucked by a 37 year old business man in the hotel’s penthouse suite.”
His gaze seems to darken with every word, every taunt leaving Wei Wuxian’s lips as his fingers press bruises on his skin.
By now he’s finished with the buttons, leaving his shirt hanging open and showing the sleeveless top he’s wearing underneath, looking expensive and a flawless white. Wei Wuxian lays his hands on his chest, feeling the hard muscles twitch under his touch as he takes a moment to collect himself, and maybe let Lan Wangji decide what he wants to do with him.
Strong fingers wrap around Wei Wuxian’s wrist and lead his hand down his chest and past his belt, then press his palm to the growing bulge there, “You should thank me properly…” Lan Wangji’s cold voice reaches him through his hazy mind and he blinks up at the man, “Hhng?”
The shadow of a smirk plays on his lips at Wei Wuxian’s less than intelligent response, “For paying earlier.” The man finally finishes and it takes him a moment to realize what he’s asking of him.
“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathes, gripping his crotch a little tighter and making Lan Wangji correct his expression.
He quickly sinks down, both hands working at opening his belt and slacks. He licks his lips in anticipation, blinking up at the man watching him, “I don’t need a condom, right?” he asks as he’s gracelessly yanking his pants down so they pool at his feet, and immediately presses his lips to his cock, still covered by the fabric of his dark briefs.
“I won’t come now. Still need to fuck you, don’t I?” he makes it clear that he’s only using Wei Wuxian’s words to play with him. Hearing such crude words from his polished mouth makes the younger blush. That and his expressionless face, his shirt free of a single wrinkle despite their making out. How is he still so collected and Wei Wuxian in contrast is half naked and a single touch away from leaking into his boxers.
But he nods all the same, “Good.”
And then he’s pulling his underwear down to, his cock springing free and almost hitting Wei Wuxian’s face. He’s got a grin on his face as he wraps a hand around his shaft, scooting a little closer on his knees, “This is gonna be the best night ever,” he says before sticking his tongue out and licking around the red tip of his cock.
Lan Wangji doesn’t even blink, and that only makes him even more determined – he’s gonna give him the best blow job of his life.
He thumbs at the head, pressing in on the underside before wrapping his fingers around him tighter, “Pull my hair, Mr. Lan. You can be rough with me. I’ll like it.”
With that said he angles his cock up more, tilting his head a bit and licks all the way from the base to the tip, letting his saliva run freely, getting him wet enough so his hand can jerk him off.
Opening his mouth, Wei Wuxian lets his cock rest on his lips, tongue poking at the slit with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you, Wei Wuxian?” Lan Wangji’s hands card through his hair, stroking the loose strands away from his face.
He tightens his grip on him in retaliation and decides to not dignify that with an answer. He finally wraps his lips around his cock and starts sinking down, taking more of his length inside until he can feel him in the back of his throat.
What he can’t get in, he jerks off with his hand in slow strokes, building a steady rhythm while he gets used to something so heavy and warm on his tongue.
“So all it took for you to be quiet is a dick in your mouth, should’ve known,” Lan Wangji drawls, sounding fond somehow. His fingers are still soft where they stroke the back of his head.
Wei Wuxian wishes he could tell him off, but with his cock in his mouth that’s difficult. For the moment he’ll just let the man talk, focusing back on the task at hand.
Lan Wangji is big, probably the biggest Wei Wuxian has ever seen in his four years of sexual adventures. There’s not been a single incident where the man has disappointed him; from paying for his drink to the penthouse suite to his cock – everything’s gone the way he predicted.
He pulls off slowly before moving forward again, letting him breach his throat and glide down further. Breathing around something in his throat isn’t easy; but Wei Wuxian’s had practice. Plenty of it, too.
With just a bit of concentration and shallow pants, he manages more and more, the space for his hand to move shrinking as he swallows more of his dick.
Lan Wangji’s hands in his hair have stilled, resting at the back of his head and holding him there, not pushing. He might be breathing a little faster but it’s difficult to tell from his kneeling position. But at least he’s fully hard now, leaking down his throat.
“Look good on your knees. Better than I thought.”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes flutter closed at the unexpected praise and he has to swallow a moan, gripping the back of Lan Wangji’s thigh with his free hand.
“Been picturing it all this time…” he goes on, hips inching forward carefully as if he’s testing how far he can push Wei Wuxian, “you are so pretty.”
This time he does moan, loud and wet but muffled by the cock in his mouth. He pulls off until just the head remains and he licks around the tip wantonly and Lan Wangji immediately tightens his hold on his hair.
Wei Wuxian blinks his eyes open, staring up at Lan Wangji as he takes him back down his throat only to move off again quickly, setting a steady pace with his tongue teasing the vein running along the underside as best he can.
“Good, doing good, Pretty-“ It sounds like a pet name coming from Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian honestly thinks he could get off to the man talking about finance or whatever the hell he does for three hours only for his voice.
Wei Wuxian is almost getting light headed from his quick movements and Lan Wangji’s words, his hands in his hair. But he’s still not pulling at the strands and Wei Wuxian almost pulls off to tell him again.
“Look cute, stuffed full…” His thumb caresses his cheek and Wei Wuxian whines despite himself, taking him in almost all the way and swallowing around his cock.
Finally, that gets a real reaction from him – his fingers tangle in his hair until it stings his scalp, his hips thrusting forward slightly as if trying to fuck his cock deeper down his tight throat.
Wei Wuxian finally lets him slip from his mouth completely, mouthing along his glistening shaft while his chest heaves, eyes tearing up slightly.
Sometimes he hates that he needs oxygen – sucking someone off would be so much easier if he didn’t need to breathe.
His face feels hot, no doubt his cheeks are bright red and lips wet, they feel stretched and numb. Even his knees have started to sting from the hard floor, the fabric of his jeans not providing enough cushion.
“Have you had enough?” His voice is condescending, as if he was only indulging Wei Wuxian, allowing him a simple treat after all his begging.
Wei Wuxian leans back, “Why? Are you close already, Mr. Lan?” He’s only teasing, sure Lan Wangji could last much longer than that. But it is so fun seeing his reactions to Wei Wuxian’s words.
He doesn’t even respond verbally, just reaches down to hook his hands under the kneeling man’s armpits and lifts him to his feet with a low grunt. Wei Wuxian holds onto his shoulders, Lan Wangji’s fingers stroking his sides.
They’re both quiet as they stare at each other, Lan Wangji’s hands on his waist while Wei Wuxian traces his pecs and abs through the shirt.
“Mr. Lan,” he starts again, leaning forward to kiss his lips and suppressing a shiver (the kitchen is quite cold in comparison to the rest of the suite).
But the other seems to notice, or maybe he sees the way the hairs on his arms stand up. Without a word, he starts leading Wei Wuxian toward the open bedroom door, hands never leaving their home on his waist.
They walk, Wei Wuxian’s back to Lan Wangji’s chest, through the doorway, step by step. The bedroom is just as wide as the rest of the suite, the bed placed smack in the middle with another TV on the opposite wall and two armchairs in one corner, a desk pushed against the wall.
“Wow,” Wei Wuxian can’t help but murmur at the view of the city skyline at night, even more visible through the windows here. The many blinking lights blur together the longer he stares, almost forgetting where he is.
Lan Wangji pulls him back by sucking another bruise on his neck, pushing him further into the room toward the bed and turning Wei Wuxian around in his arms.
They kiss slow and patient, Wei Wuxian accepting Lan Wangji’s small nibs and playful tongue as the arousal simmering in his veins comes back full force, making him dig his fingernails into Lan Wangji’s shoulder.
He quickly helps Lan Wangji out of his button down, exposing his beautiful arms and Wei Wuxian doesn’t hesitate in reaching out and tracing his biceps with his fingers.
As they keep stepping further into the room, Lan Wangji ends up sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling Wei Wuxian between his spread legs. The other is naked from the waist down but doesn’t have a trace of shyness colouring his cheeks.
His rough hands trace around Wei Wuxian’s waist to his back and down to grab his ass, “Look at you…” he murmurs, pressing his lips to his flat stomach. Wei Wuxian strokes his hair, looking down at the man with a smile on his lips and watches him pepper kisses all over his front, hands moving around his hips.
Lan Wangji’s fingers make quick work of his jeans, all he needs to do is pop the button and pull the zipper and already Wei Wuxian is left standing in his boxers, erection clear as day, a wet spot indicating how aroused he is.
“Good, good, yes-“ Wei Wuxian mumbles against the man’s lips, lifting one knee onto the bed next to Lan Wangji’s hip. His hands on Wei Wuxian’s waist yank him closer, until he’s forced to straddle him properly with his ass resting on his thighs, erections pressed together, “Fuck, finally!”
Wei Wuxian grinds his hips down hard, moaning and letting his head fall back as he finally gets some relief.
“Greedy,” he hears Lan Wangji murmur into the crook of his neck. The man is one to talk, as if his hands aren’t currently kneading Wei Wuxian’s ass inside his boxers. He’s once again skipped the step of actually undressing him, just pushed his hands past the waistband.
“Please, oh god your hands!” Wei Wuxian gasps, moving his hips more, pressing back into those wonderful hands and forward to rub their cocks together.
He feels Lan Wangji dig his teeth into the sensitive skin under his jaw, fingertips inching closer between his cheeks, nearing the spot where he so desperately wants him.
They are both breathing heavily, panting in the otherwise quiet suite and moving together.
“God I need you to fuck me so bad, Lan Wangji!” Wei Wuxian whines, hands grabbing his face and crashing their lips together. Lan Wangji’s grip on his ass tightens, and then he’s tipping Wei Wuxian over on to the neatly made bed. He basically sinks into the blanket, it’s so thick and fluffy, but he doesn’t have the space of mind to focus on how soft and cool the fabric is.
He’s already reaching for the older again, making grabby hands until Lan Wangji comes to kneel between his spread legs, a bottle of lube in hand and completely naked now.
One of his hands rubs soothing motions on his thigh, playing with the hem of his boxers, “I’ll take these off and finger you open, prepare you for my cock, alright?” He sounds like he wants to add something there at the end. At least Wei Wuxian wants him to call him names.
He’s nodding before the other’s even finished speaking, “Yes, yes please, finally – I’ve needed this, needed you, Mr. Lan!”
He doesn’t care how pathetic his begging is since it’s obviously working in his favour.
“Ssh, I’ll give it to you soon, Wei Wuxi-“
“Call me…no, call me something else!” Wei Wuxian interrupts without thinking.
“What would you like me to call you?” Lan Wangji drops the lube on the bed and leans down to kiss Wei Wuxian’s belly button, all the while keeping eye contact.
Wei Wuxian lifts himself onto his elbows, pulling his lower lip between his teeth and stays quiet.
“Hm? Should I call you baby? Would you like that?” His tongue appears, slowly licking circles around his belly button.
Wei Wuxian’s lungs pull together tightly, a shuddering breath leaving him as he doesn’t respond. He wants to say yes, but also doesn’t want him to stop what he’s doing right now.
“Or do you want me to be mean to you, baby?” He fucks his tongue into his belly button, Wei Wuxian’s muscles in his stomach tensing and his head falls back with a startled moan.
“You’ve been behaving like my own personal slut. Thought so the moment you started talking to me,” Lan Wangji sucks a mark under his ribs and then grazes one of his nipples with his teeth.
“Yeah? You thought I was a whore?” Wei Wuxian’s face is burning with shame, but also with arousal and it’s all Lan Wangji’s doing.
“Not just any whore, though…” the older growls, suddenly yanking Wei Wuxian’s boxers down his legs and for the first time exposing him completely.
For a moment he’s quiet – long enough for Wei Wuxian to become self-conscious, forcing his head up and blinking at the man.
Lan Wangji is staring at his cock, hot and wet, curved upward and begging to be touched.
“Mr. Lan!” Wei Wuxian whines, kicking out his feet, “Stop staring!”
“Baby’s cock is too cute,” Lan Wangji says, turning Wei Wuxian’s world upside down.
He’s never felt so humiliated but turned on in his life!
He cries out, hands covering his face as his whole body shakes. Lan Wangji’s hands are spreading his legs again, then he hears him open the bottle of lube.
“Can’t I turn around?” He mumbles, still absolutely mortified.
“Stay like this. Show me your pretty face, baby.”
How can he resist that voice?
Slowly, Wei Wuxian starts relaxing, especially with Lan Wangji’s first finger circling his rim and spreading lube between his cheeks. He drops his hands to his sides, but keeps his eyes closed.
He bends his knees and plants his feet on the bed, giving Lan Wangji easier access to his hole.
A soft hum makes Lan Wangji’s appreciation for the gesture evident, “Good little slut, exposing your hole for me to fuck.”
“Shit!” Wei Wuxian whines again, “Fuck, if I’d known-”
He’s cut off when Lan Wangji pushes his finger into him, not stopping until he’s buried to the last knuckle, “So tight.”
Lan Wangji’s comment makes his head spin.
He’s already moving his finger, crooking it slightly, moving it in and out for only a moment before he’s adding a second finger, more lube making the sounds even louder.
“Augh god, feels good, Mr. Lan…” Wei Wuxian sighs, fucked out smile on his face.
Lan Wangji starts kissing over his chest again while he spreads him open. Wei Wuxian strokes his back, traces his muscles and digs his fingernails in when he scissors his fingers inside him.
“Want to ride you…want you to spank me and tell me to fuck myself on your big cock-“ Wei Wuxian starts babbling, mindlessly spilling all of his fantasies, “want you to tie me up and make me cry, tease me and rim me and abuse my hole!”
Lan Wangji bites his nipple harshly and Wei Wuxian cries out, back arching off the bed when his fingers tease his prostate, then he’s pushing in a third finger and immediately thrusting into the spot again and again.
He’s a writhing and whining mess for several moments, thighs trembling and tears threaten to spill while Lan Wangji mercilessly fucks his fingers into him with deadly precision.
“Fuck me, god, Mr. Lan – I’m ready, this is good, too good, hm? ‘s good so fuck me already!”
Lan Wangji slaps the outside of his thigh, “Where did all your manners go, hm?”
Wei Wuxian is seriously close to tears, “What? Augh Lan Wangji! I need you, fuc-“ He clenches around the fingers in his ass when Lan Wangji spanks him again.
He shakes his head violently, breathing so, so loud, “Fuck Please! Please, please, Mr. Lan! Please, I’ll be good, your slut, remember? Just yours, for you to fuck! Right now, hm? Please!”
“That’s better, baby,” Lan Wangji hums, obviously pleased.
Wei Wuxian laughs, half delirious, half painfully aroused – Lan Wangji removes his fingers from his ass, and instead starts kneading his cheeks with both hands. He pushes Wei Wuxian’s knees up to his chest, exposing him even more.
“Hold these there,” He instructs coolly, dropping his hands once Wei Wuxian’s gotten hold of his legs, hands under his knees.
“Good boy.”
He whines, eyes tightly shut. Keep it together, he wants to tell himself. This isn’t how he thought this would go. How has Lan Wangji reduced him to such a pitiful mess in under 30 minutes?
With his eyes closed, Wei Wuxian feels the places where Lan Wangji is touching him even more – which right now is nowhere.
He’s still close, that much is obvious. He can sense his eyes on him, probably his exposed ass.
“Come on,” Wei Wuxian whines, kicking his feet again and peeking one eye open. Transfixed, he watches Lan Wangji roll on a condom and stroke his cock with more lube. He’s so big, for a moment Wei Wuxian contemplates actually telling the man to finger him some more.
The moment passes, and he’s back to waiting eagerly, “You’re going to split me open, Mr. Lan. So big, I’m too small to take all of you, don’t you think?”
The grin on his face widens as he watches Lan Wangji crawl over him, hands on either side of his body, “I should gag you.”
He feels his eyes bulge, “Shit, I’ll shut up.”
That at least makes Lan Wangji huff something close to a laugh and he leans down. Wei Wuxian strains his neck to meet him halfway.
They kiss, indulgent, fond and breathless.
Lan Wangji starts pushing in and Wei Wuxian can’t help but focus all of his attention on where they’re connected, where the older man is making space for himself in Wei Wuxian’s body.
“God,” he groans, head falling back and arms hugging Lan Wangji’s shoulders. He pulls him down on top of himself, and for a moment the man stills his hips, rearranging his hands around Wei Wuxian.
“How…” Lan Wangji pauses again, fingers flexing on his hips before he’s forcing himself further in, “how are you so goddamn tight?”
“’s good, right? Do I feel good, Mr. Lan?” Wei Wuxian pants even though he should really save his breath right now.
Lan Wangji groans when he bottoms out, face hidden in Wei Wuxian’s neck. They are so close, as close as possible. Wei Wuxian wraps his legs around Lan Wangji’s waist and urges him to start moving in small thrusts already.
“Perfect…feel so good around me, baby,” Lan Wangji pulls out, only a few centimetres, and then he pushes back in slowly, grinding his hips as much as Wei Wuxian’s clinging grip allows.
His words make Wei Wuxian hot all over, eyes screwed shut as he moans deep in his throat, “is big but so good-“
Lan Wangji’s fingers dig into his thigh, pulling his legs apart so only one remains hooked around his waist, the other dangling by his hips and held up by Lan Wangji.
Now he can move more freely, pulling out further and thrusting in faster. Wei Wuxian starts being fucked hard and fast, getting pushed up the bed each time Lan Wangji slams inside.
“Shit, God so fucking full, fuck – gonna feel you all day tomorrow-“
He thrusts in harder, fingers bruising his skin.
“Wanted-“ Wei Wuxian hiccups, “later with friends…” his fingernails scratch over Lan Wangji’s back, “wanted to go…” His back arches off the bed when on his next thrust the tip of his cock grazes his prostate, “FUCKING finally!”
Wei Wuxian starts pushing his hips down to meet his thrusts, angling them just so, “Right there, God, please yes, there so good, fucking hell! Mr. Lan, you’re so good!”
He’s being pushed up further, both of Lan Wangji’s hands on his hips as he keeps being fucked with that unforgiving pace.
“Gonna come---come untouched I swear!” Wei Wuxian cries, writhing and whining, once again forgetting to control the noises he makes, the words he says or faces he pulls.
His mouth hangs open and he’s close to drooling as Lan Wangji uses his grip on his body to fuck into him rougher, deeper than before and pull him back to meet each thrust.
He can’t hold onto Lan Wangji in this position, his upper body out of reach for Wei Wuxian. For a moment he still tries, arms flailing before landing above his head on the pillows, fingers scratching at the headboard.
He’s still crying.
“Go harder, please Mr. Lan, I’m already so close! Need you, need you, need you please I’m good for you, I am, I am, I swear, so good-“
A sudden pain in his nipple makes him arch off the bed, an embarrassing moan leaving him when Lan Wangji pinches him again, “God, Yes how do you—” he pants, head lolling to the side, unable to keep his focus on Lan Wangji.
He’s not said a word, Wei Wuxian has no idea what he’s thinking.
“Mr. Lan, Mr. Lan do you like me?” Wei Wuxian gasps, still pushing back to get him in deeper and help him nail his prostate.
“Yes,” the man finally rasps, and finally he sounds just as affected as Wei Wuxian, his breathing suddenly loud, his voice incredibly rough and dry, “Like Wei Wuxian, feels perfect around me, still tight and so, so beautiful…”
Wei Wuxian keens, a full body shudder almost making his side cramp, “Like me, yeah? Aren’t you…y-ou so haaap-py tha-at,” Wei Wuxian almost chokes, Lan Wangji’s relentless fucking making him lightheaded, “that I hit on you!” he rushes out quickly before his arms and legs go limp.
The other just hums. At least he’s smart enough to save his energy for the more important things.
Not Wei Wuxian though, he could never stay quiet no matter how hard he was being fucked.
“God ‘m so glad-“ he gasps. He can’t help his whole body convulsing as his prostate gets abused, Lan Wangji’s rough thrusts going too deep, “you’re so good, Mr. Lan – wait…wait let me touch you…”
His arms try reaching for him again, but Lan Wangji stays out of reach.
It’s like he’s deliberately ignoring Wei Wuxian’s pleas.
“Mr. Lan, lean down, please, hm? Wanna touch you, kiss me, please! Need-“
“So whiny, should not have picked up someone so young,” Lan Wangji spits, making Wei Wuxian blush furiously, mouth hanging open on a shocked gasp, “wha-aat? Wait wh-“ he swallows, tears stinging in his eyes at the humiliation, “what d-do yooou mea-mean, Mr. Lan?” he feels his lower lips start to tremble, his eyelashes sticking together but his body keeps being rocked with the thrusts of Lan Wangji’s cock into him.
Lan Wangji’s impassive face makes it so much worse, not providing an ounce of comfort to Wei Wuxian who is close to bursting into tears at this point.
His hips are caught in the other’s iron grip, fingers digging in roughly as he’s ploughed into without any sign of relief soon.
His teeth sink into his lower lip in an attempt to stifle his broken whimpers. It can happen that people don’t like how loud he is, but Lan Wangji could’ve been nice about it.
“’m sorry-“ he whispers, desperate for Lan Wangji to not be mad at him. It’s not yet enough to get him to leave his bed, but if Lan Wangji says he regrets doing this again, then he’ll leave.
“’m sorry, Mr. Lan. I’ll be quiet, I can be quiet, I promise,” Wei Wuxian blinks several times, tears streak down his cheeks and he tries to swallow a sob, “I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, Mr. Lan, okay? Please, god, please I’m so sorry!”
None of this has diminished his arousal though, he’s still hard, still moving his hips down to meet Lan Wangji’s thrusts.
“Can you really?” Lan Wangji asks, one hand leaving his hip and instead gripping the blanket next to Wei Wuxian’s head. With Lan Wangji now leaning over him, Wei Wuxian immediately grabs his shoulders, relief flooding through him.
“Yes-“ he sobs, head nodding vigorously, “Yes, yes, I can be good for you, Mr. Lan. You want me to be quiet, I’ll stop talking!”
Wei Wuxian makes a show of pressing his lips together, intent on not making a single noise despite Lan Wangji’s fast moving hips and unforgiving aim.
It is already getting difficult, Wei Wuxian is forced to shut his eyes, face scrunching up in concentration. If he were to bite his tongue any harder, he’d soon choke on his own blood.
Every thrust from Lan Wangji’s hips dislodges a sound in his throat and Wei Wuxian cries out in frustration, angry with himself that he can’t stay quiet and scared of the older man’s reaction.
But then there are warm lips on his, Lan Wangji’s tongue forcing its way in. Wei Wuxian hugs his shoulders, pulling him down on top of himself and wraps his legs around his waist again.
“Mr. Lan-“ he tries to say, but Lan Wangji doesn’t stop kissing him, doesn’t stop fucking him and making him moan every time he pushes back in.
Wei Wuxian is covered in sweat, damp hair sticking to his neck and forehead as he gasps against his open mouth, “I’m sorry, Mr. Lan. I’m good now, right? See, you don’t have to regret this…”
It is incredibly pathetic, how desperate he’s behaving, but Wei Wuxian can’t properly think in that moment. All he needs is Lan Wangji’s approval.
“You’re good, baby. So good,” Lan Wangji praises, kissing his lips, his jaw and fingers digging into his ass.
“Really?” Wei Wuxian whimpers, fresh tears on his cheeks.
Lan Wangji keeps thrusting, keeps hitting his prostate and now he even wraps a hand around Wei Wuxian’s leaking cock, “Don’t regret you, baby. Love seeing you crying for me. So beautiful when you break, just like any other brat.”
Wei Wuxian honest to god mewls, head thrashing and nails scratching at Lan Wangji’s back as he’s fucked into the mattress, “Fuck please, oh god I can’t, can’t, Mr. Lan, it’s too much-“
“Love your pathetic whining and begging,” Lan Wangji continues, obviously intent on making Wei Wuxian come as soon as possible.
“Pretty boy,” Lan Wangji’s lips kiss the tears on his cheek away, his hand on Wei Wuxian’s cock tightening and moving faster until Wei Wuxian trembles in his skin.
“Fuck Mr. Lan, fuck fuck I’m gonna come please GOD FUCK canIcanIcanIcanIpleaseohgodpleaseIneedtocomesobadsosobadplease—”
“Come for me, baby,” Lan Wangji whispers into his ear.
Wei Wuxian falls apart with a cry, spilling over Lan Wangji’s hand and making a mess between their stomachs. His legs shake from the force of his orgasm, Lan Wangji doesn’t stop moving in him, doesn’t let up on his stroking and completely wrings Wei Wuxian dry until he is a puddle on the bed.
Overstimulation immediately makes him whimper, Lan Wangji letting go of his dick but not letting up with his thrusts.
He doesn’t speak, doesn’t really acknowledge the fact that Wei Wuxian just came. Lan Wangji fucks him faster, both hands back on his hips and face buried in his neck as he chases his own release.
Wei Wuxian’s arms hang over the others shoulders limply, not a single muscle in his body strong enough to move.
Except his tongue of course.
“Mr. Lan, come, please, I can’t take it anymore.”
He does, teeth biting his neck and hips stuttering as he fills the condom for several agonizingly long seconds. Lan Wangji continues grinding into Wei Wuxian, one last whine forced out of him.
“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian gasps, arms finally falling down onto the mattress next to him. His chest is heaving with every breath he takes, his vision only clearing up slowly.
Lan Wangji doesn’t collapse on top of him, instead he pulls out slowly, and ties off the condom before rolling onto his back, panting at the ceiling.
Like this, they’re not touching and Wei Wuxian immediately misses having the other man’s weight on top of him, his skin sticking to his.
But this is how it goes of course, he can’t expect a cuddle session after a hook up.
He suddenly feels the other’s gaze on him and he turns his head to look at Lan Wangji. His hair is just as sweaty, his cheeks a little pink from exertion.
He still looks beautiful.
Wei Wuxian rolls over onto his side, away from Lan Wangji.
He’s psyching himself up to get out of bed and leave, but then there’s a warm arm encircling his waist, yanking his entire body the meter between them back until he’s met with Lan Wangji’s chest.
“Stay a while,” Lan Wangji murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.
“My friends are waiting,” Wei Wuxian mumbles, even though he would much rather spend the night with Lan Wangji.
“Stay with me,” Lan Wangji says again and Wei Wuxian forces his tired body to turn in the embrace so he can look at him properly.
“Can’t.”
They stare at each other silently until Wei Wuxian forces himself into a sitting position, carding both hands through his hair and trying to remember where his clothes are. He should also clean himself up.
He doesn’t dare glancing at the naked man next to him. He scoots to the edge of the bed and grabs his boxers from the floor, quickly pulling them on and then getting off the bed.
“I’ll just use the bathroom quickly and then I’ll leave,” he says, leaving the bedroom and walking the entire length of the suite half naked. In the bathroom, he uses a damp washcloth to wipe away the cum from his stomach and sweat from his neck and face.
When he gets back to the bedroom, Lan Wangji is also dressed again. He retrieved his pants from the kitchen and now he hands Wei Wuxian his top.
“Thanks,” he pulls it on and then picks up his jeans from the floor, hastily stepping into them, “I’ll go now.”
Lan Wangji nods and walks with him to the main space. Wei Wuxian quickly grabs his phone from the sofa and stuffs it into his pocket and then rushes to the door.
Hook ups are always awkward but now it’s even worse because Wei Wuxian wants to stay. Which is why he can’t.
“Thanks for the drinks and the good fuck,” he says, laughing a little.
Lan Wangji just hums, looking at him intently, “Have fun with you friends.”
“Sure, thanks. Maybe we’ll see each other around the hotel,” Wei Wuxian smiles one last time before opening the door and stepping into the empty hallway.
He doesn’t look back as the door falls shut behind him and immediately starts walking toward the elevator.
He should text his friends and let them know he’ll stay in his room. He’s definitely not in the mood to go clubbing now.
Pulling out his phone, Wei Wuxian finds a piece of paper in his jeans’ back pocket.
It’s Lan Wangji’s business card.
He stops walking and starts inspecting the card properly. Apparently he just slept with a very expensive New York lawyer.
He must have put that there while Wei Wuxian was in the bathroom, he muses, a small smile playing on his lips.
Sneaky.
Now Wei Wuxian knows what to suggest for their next uni trip.