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Lan Wangji watched his husband as he practically pranced around the room, humming their song to himself with his tails swishing happily behind him as he tidied up after his sudden bout of inspiration that had hit him around lunchtime, causing his precious omega to shut himself away for the day to work on whatever invention he had come up with this time.
Lan Wangji had missed him all day, the dragon inside of him feeling unusually agitated and uneasy with each passing second he’d spent away from his mate.
It was a relief to see him now. Happy and healthy in their home.
He loved watching his beloved, he enjoyed the way his scent was suffused with a gentle happiness that seemed to overflow from every inch of Wei Wuxian as he moved around their house freely, seemingly unaware of Lan Wangji standing in the doorway watching.
Lan Wangji could watch his husband all day, this much he knew. But he had missed Wei Wuxian terribly, and he was standing right there and his scent was mouth-wateringly lovely and he was bending over at just the right angle.
He stepped into the room silently and slid the door shut behind him, a fire already beginning to lick at his veins, his gut clenching deliciously the closer he got to his husband. His husband. His husband.
“Wei Ying.”
His little fox gave a startled yelp and whirled around to face him, the blank talisman papers that he clearly hadn’t used and had been busy tidying up fluttered around them, falling back to the ground even as Wei Wuxian’s hands fumbled to catch them.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian whined, his fluffy ears flattening against the top of his head in irritation. “I just picked them all up.”
Lan Wangji hummed unapologetically, reaching out and pulling Wei Wuxian close before he could bend down to gather them up again. He pressed them together from their chests right down to their toes, taking a moment to align their hips before rocking forwards slightly so that his omega could feel the evidence of his growing arousal.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes fluttered as soon as he registered what was pressing against his abdomen and he immediately leaned into the touch, his teeth sinking enticingly into his bottom lip and his tails coming up to tangle with Lan Wangji’s own tail.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian breathed sweetly, his scent sharpening as his own desire began to build inside of him in response to feeling Lan Wangji’s cock pressing against him. “What’s this, hmm? You’re not even going to let your poor husband clean up a little before ravishing him?”
Lan Wangji raised an eyebrow at his husband before leaning down and slowly trailing his nose along Wei Wuxian’s jaw and down the slope of his neck, inhaling his spicy-sweet scent greedily.
He gave a gentle purr against the skin of Wei Wuxian’s throat before opening his mouth and beginning to lather at Wei Wuxian’s neck with his tongue, getting it nice and wet before opening his lips slightly to suck at the skin there, relishing in the high-pitched moan that fell from his omega’s lips as he arched into Lan Wangji’s touch.
He pulled away with a soft pop, a possessive sort of pride swelling within him at the sight of the already blossoming bruise darkening against his husband's neck.
“Wei Ying can clean up later,” he rumbled lowly, tipping his head back down to press his forehead against Wei Wuxian’s, gold eyes meeting silver. “Right now, I’m going to take my Wei Ying to bed.”
Wei Wuxian blinked up at him in dazed silence, his pupils dilated with arousal and his cheeks flushed an enticing red. Lan Wangji cupped his face with one hand, his thumb gently smoothing along his bottom lip before he pressed down firmly, bullying his way into Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
Not that his husband was complaining as he happily began to suck his thumb deeper into that wet, hot mouth, his tongue swirling and brushing against the pad of his thumb as he moaned softly.
His beautiful, beloved little fox was always so responsive and Lan Wangji revelled in it.
Slowly, he began shuffling them backwards towards their bed. He kept one hand around Wei Wuxian’s back to keep him safely pressed against him while his husband busied himself with sucking and licking at his thumb, nipping him lightly and humming happily.
He pulled his thumb free from Wei Wuxian’s mouth, his heated gaze watching the trail of saliva that followed.
Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. His husband was beautiful.
“Lay back.” Lan Wangji ordered quietly, giving Wei Wuxian a gentle shove right as his calves hit their bed, the movement pushing him down onto the mattress easily.
Wei Wuxian grinned, a mischievous little thing, head cocking to the side and his nine tails slowly wriggling behind him, the movement of his tails belying the playfulness his fox was clearly feeling.
“Such a demanding alpha, er-gege,” Wei Wuxian teased, reaching out and pressing his palm to the bulge straining against the seams of Lan Wangji’s pants and robes, playful and demanding all at once. “Can’t you say please?”
Lan Wangji growled quietly, his thigh muscles locking in place to stop himself from rutting into Wei Wuxian’s touch.
“Lay back, Wei Ying,” he commanded once more, his long tail coming up to pin Wei Wuxian’s hips down against the mattress so that just his torso and shoulders were raised up, the decision to listen or not being left entirely to Wei Wuxian. It was more fun that way. “Or you don’t get to come.”
He watched his husband weigh up the pros and cons of being a brat before he seemed to decide that it wasn’t worth testing himself against Lan Wangji’s resolve this time around.
With a soft, sulky huff, Wei Wuxian flopped back on the mattress, his robe falling open and exposing his bare chest that was littered with various bites and bruises from the night before and his cock, full and straining against Wei Wuxian’s pants, his cock very obviously begging for Lan Wangji’s attention just like the rest of Wei Wuxian.
Lan Wangji gave a hum of appreciation at the delectable sight before him, stepping in closer until he was firmly settled in between Wei Wuxian’s spread legs, standing above him and looking down at the sight of his husband spread out and waiting. He loosened the grip his tail had on Wei Wuxian’s hips and slid it halfway across the bed to make more room, watching for a moment as his husband tangled and teased Lan Wangji’s tail between his own until he was satisfied with having it buried and curled in between all nine tails.
“You’re so good for me, Wei Ying,” he murmured, watching the pleased smile that spread across Wei Wuxian’s lips as he shivered at the praise, goosebumps spreading visibly along his arms and neck.
“Will you touch me, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asked in a deceptively soft voice, trying to lull Lan Wangji into a false sense of security. As if Lan Wangji didn’t know that if he didn’t give in to him this first time, he would only get louder with every demand, pushing and goading Lan Wangji until he had no choice but to give in to his vexatious little fox.
Though, he didn’t mind him being soft and sweet or loud and demanding. It was simply a case of how Lan Wangji wanted to play that particular day would decide just how long Wei Wuxian would be loud and demanding before Lan Wangji was wringing so much pleasure from him that he would have no choice but to become soft and pliant for him.
Lan Wangji reached out and pinched Wei Wuxian’s nipple between his spit-slick thumb and forefinger, putting just the right amount of pressure behind the pinch in the way he knew would send sparks of pain and pleasure through his beloved fox; just as Wei Wuxian liked it.
Wei Wuxian tipped his head back against the bed and moaned, the sound loud and drawn out and so fucking enticing.
“Come on, er-gege,” Wei Wuxian crooned, his legs tightening around Lan Wangji’s hips to reel him in closer. “Don’t waste time, I’m so wet for you already, Lan Zhan.”
Lan Wangji inhaled sharply and rolled his hips, their cocks rubbing together deliciously. The only thing that would make it better, he decided, was if they were both fully unclothed.
He could smell the sharp sweet scent of Wei Wuxian’s slick and his gut clenched with another wave of heady arousal.
He did love just how easy it was to make his omega wet and wanting for him.
Lan Wangji trailed his fingers around both of Wei Wuxian’s nipples teasingly, digging his nails in slightly to leave red marks behind as he moved his palm down from his chest to his abdomen, enjoying the way Wei Wuxian’s muscles jumped beneath his touch.
Wei Wuxian’s tails fluttered against Lan Wangji’s own in excitement, and Lan Wangji couldn’t help but huff fondly at him, leaning down and nuzzling their noses together for a moment.
So precious, this husband of his.
He quickly divested his husband of his robes and pants, peeling them off and taking a moment to fold them carefully and place them over the room divider just to the left of the bed. He couldn’t help but keep his husband’s things tidy and well-kept. It was the least Wei Wuxian deserved from him. From everybody.
At Wei Wuxian’s gentle giggle, he turned and resettled his focus entirely on the sight of his beloved fox spread out below him staring up at him with so much adoration in his gaze that Lan Wangji’s breath caught in his chest.
Lan Wangji’s chest vibrated with a happy rumble and he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the backs of Wei Wuxian’s thighs, using the grip to yank his husband down the bed until his ass was almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.
Wei Wuxian laughed at him, the thick scent of his arousal softening just a little as he reached out and tickled his fingers along Lan Wangji’s hands and forearms, wriggling his way back up the bed slightly so that he wasn’t nearly falling.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian laughed, his eyes bright with so much joy that Lan Wangji felt breathless and so, so lucky at being on the receiving end of the full-force of that joy and grin. “You nearly pulled me off the bed!”
“I wouldn’t let you fall, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji informed him seriously, eyes roaming over Wei Wuxian’s bare body.
His flushed chest littered with love bites and bruises, his thick, reddening cock straining against his stomach and already leaking at the tip with precum, the slick dripping from his hole and painting the skin around his thighs and ass like a glistening target that called to Lan Wangji’s desire and stoked the fire burning bright in his stomach and chest.
Wei Wuxian pushed himself up on his elbows and pulled Lan Wangji’s robes open, a petulant little pout tugging at his lips.
“I don’t want to be the only one naked here, er-gege,” Wei Wuxian breathed, sitting up properly and pressing his lips to Lan Wangji’s abdomen, peering up at him through long lashes.
Lan Wangji let his husband do as he liked, instead focusing on loosening the familiar red ribbon from Wei Wuxian’s hair and winding it around his own wrist while Wei Wuxian pulled his pants over his hips and down his legs so Lan Wangji could kick them away, leaving him standing in just his robe, open and baring himself to Wei Wuxian’s wanton gaze.
He took a moment to pull his forehead ribbon off, running his thumb along the cloud motifs for a second before winding it tight around the wrist his husband readily offered him, sparing a moment to press a soft kiss to both wrist and ribbon before letting it fall, his control falling with it.
Sometimes he used his ribbon to tie Wei Wuxian’s wrists together, but today, he was feeling particularly possessive and he’d rather they have their ribbons around each other's wrists as a sign of who they belonged to.
He watched as Wei Wuxian’s mouth opened before he leaned closer and teasingly flicked the tip of his tongue along the head of Lan Wangji’s cock, running along the slit to clean up the precum leaking from it.
Lan Wangji reached out and gathered Wei Wuxian’s hair up in his hand, keeping it away from his face before he slowly guided his cock past Wei Wuxian’s lips until the tip of his cock was resting heavily on that hot, wet tongue.
Wei Wuxian moaned lowly, his eyes fluttering shut. He immediately got to work, sucking Lan Wangji’s cock deep into his mouth until he made a soft little choking noise, saliva slicking the corners of his lips and coating Lan Wangji’s cock.
He groaned long and deep at the sensations sparking through him, his tail twitching and toes curling as a burst of bright hot pleasure buzzed through his body, a fire licking from the base of his spine all the way to the top of his head.
Wei Wuxian set a brutal pace, moving his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back and curling his tongue, lapping at the underside of his shaft and around the head of his cock, humming happily as he worked, the vibrations from his throat only serving to pleasure Lan Wangji even more.
Lan Wangji curled his fingers tighter in his husband’s hair until he was the one doing all the hard work instead, fucking into Wei Wuxian’s mouth rough and fast, hitting the back of his throat with each thrust and relishing in the little noise that bubbled up and out of Wei Wuxian’s mouth with each hit.
He would’ve been perfectly content to keep fucking his little fox’s mouth until he came, but a sharp, overwhelmingly sweet scent suddenly breached his nose, overpowering the scents of both his own arousal and Wei Wuxian’s. He looked into his husband’s eyes just in time to see a flicker of discomfort in those silver orbs just as a little whimper vibrated against his cock that was still shoved in Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
Lan Wangji hurriedly pulled himself free and released Wei Wuxian’s hair, his hands moving round to cradle his face instead. He could already feel his mind narrowing entirely to focus only on Wei Wuxian, the urge to fuck his little fox silly easing slightly in the face of the revelation that rolled through him, his instincts to settle his omega roiling to the surface with each inhale of that deliciously sweet scent.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whimpered, looking helplessly wrecked already with his bright red spit-slick lips, flushed cheeks and watery eyes. Lan Wangji was so in love with him. “Lan Zhan, I think I’m in heat.”
Everything he had been feeling all day suddenly made perfect sense; the agitation, the low-level arousal bubbling in his abdomen, the need to be around his mate. Wei Wuxian had been in pre-heat, which they both had been aware of but he hadn’t been supposed to enter his heat cycle for another week at least.
Lan Wangji exhaled shakily and dropped to his knees between Wei Wuxian’s legs, a tentative hope beginning to blossom inside of him.
Alphas and Omegas had come a long way evolution wise. They were no longer slaves to their baser instincts; they didn’t feel pushed into mating just to satisfy a heat or a rut. The burning want and desire for mating was there still, but it didn’t take over their rational minds anymore, leaving the decision to have sex during a heat or a rut and even to breed an omega during that time entirely by the choice of the Alphas and Omegas.
It was something Lan Wangji had been eternally thankful for, especially when he had first presented as an alpha. He had been infatuated with Wei Wuxian even then, and the idea of him forcefully taking his little fox as his mate against Wei Wuxian’s will had frightened the young dragon so much that he had locked himself away in seclusion for a full month to study the instincts and natures of secondary genders until he had become fully knowledgeable in how they had evolved over time and the effects it had on them.
It also meant that even with the delightfully sweet, enticing scent of Wei Wuxian’s heat permeating his nose, urging him to take, take, take, Lan Wangji was still able to think clearly enough to ask the question that was more important than any question he would ever ask in his lifetime.
“Do you still want to try for a baby?” Lan Wangji asked softly, cupping Wei Wuxian’s face between his palms carefully, his thumbs sweeping along his flushed cheeks slowly.
He knew what he hoped Wei Wuxian’s answer would be. They had been waiting for Wei Wuxian’s next heat cycle ever since they’d spoken about the possibility of trying for a baby almost six months ago after his last heat. As a male omega, Wei Wuxian could only get pregnant during his heats as that was the only time he was fertile, unlike regular females of any secondary genders. So the waiting between then and now had felt almost like it had lasted forever and a day.
But still, Lan Wangji had to be sure.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes glistened with delight and he nuzzled his face into Lan Wangji’s palm, his hands coming up to grasp at Lan Wangji’s wrists lightly, his fingertips dancing along Lan Wangji’s thundering pulse.
“Yes,” he breathed, tugging one of Lan Wangji’s hands off his cheek and swiftly bringing it to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss directly to the middle of his palm. “Lan Zhan, yes! I want a baby with you, I want this so much. Please? Er-gege, do you still want this?”
Lan Wangji surged forward and tipped Wei Wuxian’s head backwards, pushing his tongue between his lips and licking deep into his mouth. He hummed, tongue brushing teasingly across his husband’s, urging him into a dance that they were both more than familiar with.
He pulled back slowly, thumb catching the trail of spit that followed. He watched the way Wei Wuxian’s eyelashes fluttered, a sweet, dazed smile pulling at his lips even as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip almost as though he was chasing after the taste Lan Wangji left behind.
He was beautiful.
“There is nothing I would like more, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured, brushing another quick kiss to his lips and giving a playful little tug to one of Wei Wuxian’s fluffy, pointed ears. “Only with you. Always with you. A baby. Our baby.”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes watered and he let out a quiet little whine, dipping down to press his face to Lan Wangji’s neck, inhaling deeply directly over Lan Wangji’s scent glands and mating mark.
“Ah,” his husband whimpered after a moment of them just simply basking in each other's presence and the knowledge that they would be trying for a baby. “Ah, Lan Zhan, I.. ngh. I really need you to fuck me now.”
Lan Wangji could smell the moment Wei Wuxian’s stomach must’ve cramped from his heat, the scent of his slick getting heavier, muskier.
He growled lowly, pushing Wei Wuxian back until he was flat on the bed and hurriedly pulling his own robes off so he was completely naked. He was in the best position to see just how wet and wanting Wei Wuxian’s hole was for him and seeing that along with hearing his beloved omega whining for his cock was enough to shred the last of Lan Wangji’s control.
He coaxed two fingers into Wei Wuxian’s hole at once, the viscous wetness easing the way. He pushed into Wei Wuxian until he was knuckle deep, curling his fingers up at just the right spot.
Wei Wuxian tipped his head back and cried out, hands scrambling to grasp at the bedsheets, knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.
“L-Lan Zh-ah!” Wei Wuxian’s chest heaved with a deep breath, his hips pushing down into Lan Wangji’s fingers. “Fuck, your fingers are so long, feels so good.”
Lan Wangji couldn’t help but preen at the praise. He was made for this. Made to pleasure, love and worship his Wei Ying. Just as his Wei Ying was made for him.
He eased a third finger in alongside the other two, twisting and thrusting in roughly, starting to set a brutal pace while he hurriedly curled his tail up onto the bed and lifted all of Wei Wuxian’s tails up off the mattress with his own. He knew just how much it irritated his beloved fox whenever his tails got wet with come or slick.
And with the amount of slick seeping past his fingers and coating the bedsheets and Wei Wuxian’s thighs, he imagined his husband would be quite sulky once the haze of his arousal wore off if it soaked his tails.
He pressed his fingers up against Wei Wuxian’s prostate and Wei Wuxian keened, his back arching and legs kicking out desperately as he tried to follow the push of Lan Wangji’s fingers.
Even with the sudden influx of need bouncing between them, Lan Wangji couldn’t help but take his time opening Wei Wuxian up for his cock. He loved the cries that fell from his lips at just the right twist of his fingers, the way his hole greedily sucked him in, and he especially loved how he could make Wei Wuxian fall apart with just three fingers.
He could tell by the hiccuping sobs and the way Wei Wuxian tightened harshly around his fingers that his husband was close to coming, but a deep, possessive part of him needed Wei Wuxian to come on his cock. He slowed the pace of his fingers, making sure to keep well away from that spot that had his husband howling, slowly easing his fingers out.
“No, no, don’t stop, Lan Zhan! Er-gege, don’t stop!” Wei Wuxian whined, sobbing, his ears flicking in irritation as he bared his teeth at Lan Wangji, looking so deliciously debauched that Lan Wangji couldn’t help but reach down and lick his tongue teasingly along the edge of his lips, allowing it to dip in just slightly between his lips before pulling back and snagging his teeth on his bottom lip, nipping and pulling until it was bright red and swollen.
He pulled back after a moment, unable to stop the pleased little growl that rolled through his chest at the sight of Wei Wuxian’s almost completely wrecked already.
He did that. He did that.
Lan Wangji pulled his fingers completely free from Wei Wuxian’s hole, brushing a soothing palm down his chest to settle him when he sobbed out in discontent. He used the slick coating his fingers to coat his cock, giving himself three sharp tugs to spread it as evenly as possibly before he lined himself up, waiting for a moment just so he could look into his husband’s eyes.
“My beautiful Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian crooned, looping his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck and pulling him down until he hovered over Wei Wuxian. “Let’s make a baby, hmm?”
Lan Wangji’s heart fluttered and his gut clenched, and without waiting another second he pushed his hips forwards and thrust deep inside of his husband, pulling a groan of pleasure from both of them as he bottomed out.
“Wei Ying,” he rasps, leaning in close and dipping in for another kiss, wanting, needing to feel closer, to feel more.
Wei Wuxian’s hand glides gently into his hair, fingers tangling in the long strands and holding him firmly, pushing in even closer. Lan Wangji lets him, responding just as enthusiastically, his fingers dancing across Wei Wuxian’s abdomen and across his ribs, pressing the pads of his fingers into the divots and dips of his ribs just so he can feel the way Wei Wuxian’s chest expands with each breath, every gasp and cry that is shared between them.
Lan Wangji pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling his nose against the underside of Wei Wuxian’s jaw for a moment before settling himself comfortably on his knees and pulling his husband up so that he was seated in his lap, their chests pressed tightly together.
“Aah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian breathed, rolling his hips down and lifting his hands up to grip at Lan Wangji’s horns.
Lan Wangji gave one single, sharp thrust into that tight heat and with how close to the edge he had left Wei Wuxian with his fingers, his husband unraveled on top of him instantly.
With a startled sob, Wei Wuxian’s fingers tightened almost painfully around his horns and his back arched into Lan Wangji’s hold, his hole clenching beautifully around Lan Wangji’s cock as thick ropes of come painted both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s chests and abdomens.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whined, tails swishing around wildly on top of Lan Wangji’s and nails digging harshly into the skin of Lan Wangji’s back.
Lan Wangji pressed his lips to the column of Wei Wuxian’s neck, relishing at the feel of his pulse beating rapidly against his lips. He rolled his hips languidly, fighting against the urge to just fuck up into his fox hard and fast, the grip Wei Wuxian had on his horns driving his instincts wild.
“Wei Ying,” he growled warningly, tipping his head back slightly to try and free his horns from that teasing hold. Though the warning wouldn’t do much as he suspected—knew—his husband knew what he was doing; he did so enjoy licking and sucking and pulling at Lan Wangji’s horn. He made it his mission to drive Lan Wangji as wild as possible during sex and he would use any method he could to reach his goal.
Wei Wuxian smirked shakily in response, his eyes still hazy from his orgasm, limbs trembling and hips twitching.
“What, Lan er-gege?” Wei Wuxian panted softly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to one of his horns. “I’m just… loving each part of you, my sweet dragon.”
Lan Wangji’s breath stuttered in his chest as Wei Wuxian pulled his horn into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue swirling around the underside before flicking against the pointed tip, sucking lewdly on it to rile him up as much as he could.
His hips snapped up before he could stop himself, his balls slapping audibly against Wei Wuxian’s ass and fingers pressing in hard against his spine to keep him close even as he began to fuck into him at a punishing pace.
Wei Wuxian cried out, hands scrambling to grab at his shoulders to steady himself.
“Ah, fuck, ah, Lan Zhan,” he whimpered, his cock—still hard from the throes of his heat—bouncing against his abdomen with each thrust and slick dripping from his hole and slipping past Lan Wangji’s cock and soaking Lan Wangji’s thighs.
He pulled out, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s bereft cry as he gripped Wei Wuxian’s hips and rolled him over, putting a palm to his back and pushing until his chest was flat on the bed before grabbing at the base of three of his tails and yanking, pulling his ass up to meet Lan Wangji’s cock as he slid back inside that warm, welcoming heat.
“Ngh, fuck,” Wei Wuxian moaned into the bedsheets, fingers digging into the sheets with enough force that a very small part of Lan Wangji’s mind wondered if he would shred straight through them. “That’s it, Lan Zhan. Fuck me just like that, fill me up, fill me up with your babies.”
Lan Wangji could feel his ears burning with embarrassment at Wei Wuxian’s babbles, but even then he couldn’t help but slam in and out of Wei Wuxian, his cock dragging deliciously along the wet heat of Wei Wuxian’s walls, his hole gripping him almost too tightly, his mind sparking with the pleasure of it all.
“Mm,” he panted, tightening his fingers around Wei Wuxian’s tails. “I will get Wei Ying pregnant.”
Wei Wuxian whined, high-pitched and needy and Lan Wangji focused entirely on fucking his cock deep into his husband, the head of his cock hitting almost harshly against Wei Wuxian’s prostate with each thrust as he used the grip he had on Wei Wuxian’s tails to force his cock in to the hilt with each push.
His husband cried out loudly, his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open with spit pooling at the corners and his cheeks flushed such a beautiful red that Lan Wangji had to fight the urge to bite at them to make them even redder.
“Fuck, ah, fuck, Lan Zha-ah!” Wei Wuxian shouted, turning his face into Lan Wangji’s arm with a garbled cry and sinking his teeth into the skin near his wrist.
Lan Wangji hissed, the pain sending a searing burst of pleasure straight down his spine, through his gut, and directly into his cock.
He pulled out until just the tip of his cock caught on Wei Wuxian’s rim before slamming back into him, his hips moving hard and fast, the movement of their bodies pulling Wei Wuxian’s teeth away from his skin, blood beading at the teeth marks left behind.
Wei Wuxian splintered apart beneath him again suddenly, coming almost violently, his body twitching and writhing against the bed.
Lan Wangji released his hold on Wei Wuxian’s tails and turned him back over so his back was flat on the bed once more. His own orgasm was rapidly starting to creep up on him, his balls tightening, knot starting to form at the base of his cock and heat burning through his veins and all he wanted was to be able to see his little fox’s face when he knotted him, wanted to look his husband in the eyes when he filled him with his come, when he got his Wei Ying pregnant.
Wei Wuxian whimpered, the tears that had been pooling in his eyes finally spilling over and starting to trickle down his cheeks as Lan Wangji continued to fuck him through his orgasm.
Lan Wangji leaned in close and pressed his lips to the tears painting his husband’s cheeks, lapping up the salty water quite happily. He loved making Wei Wuxian cry during sex; he always looked so beautiful with his watery eyes, the tears making the silver orbs look even brighter. It was an intoxicating sight, one that Lan Wangji would never tire of.
His knot was swelling rapidly and his rhythm suddenly stuttered, his entire focus now on just fucking into Wei Wuxian as hard and fast as possible, wanting, needing to make his knot take so he could fill his lover up with his come until he was full with nowhere for it to go, so that he could fill Wei Wuxian up until he was pregnant.
Wei Wuxian’s slick made the slide easy, as he gave one, two, three more deep thrusts into his little fox before his knot finally slid home inside him, pushing past his stretched rim and ripping a beautiful cry of pleasure from his husband's lips, his hole clenching almost viciously around his cock and knot.
He moved his lips down Wei Wuxian’s face and into the curve of his neck before biting down hard over his mating mark, the scent and taste of his omega exploding on his tongue in unison with the sensation of his knot trapping them together was enough to make Lan Wangji unravel.
His vision whitened out, pleasure firing off every synapse in his brain, his toes curling and tail straightening as he came deep inside of Wei Wuxian, filling him up with it until Lan Wangji privately thought that his stomach might feel swollen from it all.
When his cock had finally stopped spurting come, Lan Wangji hummed dazedly and pulled his teeth free from his husband’s neck, lapping up the flecks of blood in silent apology. He eased his body over Wei Wuxian’s and carefully let his weight fall on top of him like he knew his husband liked when they were knotted together like this.
That was when he noticed the extra wetness between them, and not just the drying, sticky come from Wei Wuxian’s two previous orgasms.
“Did you come again?” he asked in quiet disbelief, pushing himself up on shaky arms to look, his fingers trailing through the mess slowly, dragging it further up Wei Wuxian’s abdomen.
His little fox whined, arms winding around his neck to yank him back down on top of him.
“Stop,” Wei Wuxian complained shakily, embarrassed, his chest still heaving against Lan Wangji’s as they both tried to catch their breaths, muscles trembling from the aftershocks of their pleasure. “I’m in heat, Lan Zhan. Obviously I’m going to come again with your cock shoved so far in my ass that I’m pretty sure I could feel you in my throat and with your knot and you biting me… that’s a pretty solid combo to make me come, er-gege.”
Lan Wangji just hummed softly, his ears burning with his own embarrassment.
So shameless, this husband of his.
They laid together comfortably, Wei Wuxian purring and crooning quietly in contentment.
Lan Wangji’s knot kept him buried deep inside of Wei Wuxian’s slick hole, the overwhelmingly sweet scent of Wei Wuxian’s heat having softened slightly with the lapse of arousal now that his omega had been satisfied. He may decide he wanted Lan Wangji’s cock again later, but sometimes Wei Wuxian turned into a possessive, sleepy little fox who kept them tangled in the bed—his nest—for as long as he was in heat to just doze and rest, instead.
Lan Wangji couldn’t help but wonder which direction this particular heat cycle would go in, considering they were trying for a baby.
“Do you think it worked?” Lan Wangji couldn’t help but ask quietly, a want so visceral and deep bubbling in his chest that the question crawled up the back of his throat and pushed past his teeth without warning.
“Hmm?” Wei Wuxian murmured sleepily, soothingly brushing his hand through Lan Wangji’s hair, untangling the knots and tangles that always developed at the base of his skull during sex.
“Do you think you’re pregnant?”
Wei Wuxian’s chest heaved against his own with a deep sigh.
“I hope so, Lan Zhan. I really do. But if it didn’t take this time, we just try again.” Wei Wuxian said, tilting his head and brushing his lips across Lan Wangji’s cheek. “But… I really hope it did work. And besides, we can try a few more times just to make sure, yeah?”
Lan Wangji allowed his eyes to fall shut, relaxing into his husband’s hold and enjoying the feel of his fingers dragging through his hair.
“Mn.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence after that, just simply resting against one another and enjoying their closeness, and even with their bodies sticky with cooling sweat and come and his knot and cock still buried deep inside of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji felt so comfortable that he couldn’t help but feel drowsy.
“Lan Zhan?”
Lan Wangji jumped slightly, startled from the light doze he’d seemingly slipped into, the movement causing him to rock into Wei Wuxian again, his cock and still slightly swollen knot throbbing as Wei Wuxian clenched around him with a high-pitched whine, his ears brushing against his cheeks as he burrowed into Lan Wangji’s neck.
“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathed, both of them carefully resettling once the slight burn of overstimulation eased. “Sorry I made you jump.”
Lan Wangji hummed, carefully capturing one of Wei Wuxian’s ears between his teeth.
“Anyway,” Wei Wuxian sighed, scraping his teeth across Lan Wangji’s neck in retaliation. “If I get pregnant, will you still pull my tails when you fuck me or will you be gentle with me?”
Lan Wangji’s ears flushed hotly and he hissed out, “Shameless!”
He buried his face into Wei Wuxian’s neck and he fell asleep with the loud ringing of his beloved husband’s laughter dancing in his ears and the image of a perfect little baby, half him, half his beautiful Wei Ying. Fox or dragon, it didn’t matter. It would be theirs and it would be loved.
Their baby.