SCENE #1: stolen first kiss

Wei Wuxian jolted awake, momentarily confused by the darkness all around him even as he heard the sounds of morning in the forest. In a rush, he remembered the bet.

The blindfold on his face blocked his sight completely, but Wei Wuxian was certain the short time he had spent using his hell flute Chenqing had already caught him more prey than anyone else on the mountain. He had won the Siege Hunt, even with such a disadvantage, and had dozed on the tree where he woke.

The sounds of movement had woken him, but Wei Wuxian sensed no killing intent from his fellow cultivator approaching down the path. Yawning, he stretched back against the tree, feeling too lazy to move or even remove the blindfold. It was his first opportunity to prove he was still wearing the blindfold and being a good sport about things, not wanting to have rumors that he cheated. He didn’t need to cheat; he was just that good.

The approaching person had stopped not far away and had yet to say anything. Wei Wuxian turned his head to where he sensed the newcomer, his mouth automatically filling in the silence the longer it stretched.

“You’re here to participate in the Siege Hunt?” he asked conversationally, only getting silence in return. It reminded him too much of his stony friend Lan Wangji, and Wei Wuxian pressed on, feeling the need to boast. “You won’t find any prey near me.” He had cleared everything from the area when he arrived.

Soft footsteps dared closer instead of moving further along the path, but still the person said nothing.

Wei Wuxian was surprised. Most cultivators avoided him at all costs, not wanting to compete with his power or to face his hoards of undead. They barely dared speak to him among a crowd, never mind try to seek him out in private. Still, Wei Wuxian felt no killing intent, something he would expect of a cultivator bold enough to seek him out without witnesses to any ill intentions.

Straightening in his seat on the tree, Wei Wuxian tilted his head toward the person waiting in silence, trying to use his other senses to discern what they might want. A smile teased at his lips as he considered something to say that would guarantee a loud, if not incensed response.

But as he was opening his mouth to speak, a palm suddenly struck his shoulder, shoving him back against the tree. Wei Wuxian reached for his blindfold, but his wrist was caught, strong, long fingers grasping him and holding him like iron. Wei Wuxian’s nostrils flared in warning, but even with him being caught, he still sensed no killing intent.

The scent of sandalwood teased his senses. Wei Wuxian’s movements to pull a talisman from his sleeve were just as efficiently thwarted as his other wrist was grabbed and his hands pinned against the tree on both sides of his head. He gathered his strength and grunted in surprise when he couldn’t break free. Inhaling to shout, he froze as lips suddenly slid over his.

Wei Wuxian’s mind stuttered, everything going blank as bold yet trembling lips explored his, and silky, long hair drifted down to tease against his cheek.

His senses expanded, feeling the heat from the other’s body roaring not far away, hearing the rustle of robes, and soft, hushed breathing that was in rhythm with the hot mouth rubbing intently against his, mercilessly pulling kiss after kiss from him.

They were tall, reaching him where he was sitting on the tree, long strands of hair tickling with the breeze. Strong, not just in the way he was pinned back, but with a glowing sense of power within from high cultivation.

The hands on his wrists weren’t small, nor the mouth he was quickly learning the shape of. Something soft fluttered against his cheek, tangled in the long strands of hair, and Wei Wuxian’s brows twisted in faint recognition.

Was it a head ribbon…?

Lan Wangji’s beautiful face flashed in his mind again. Wei Wuxian almost laughed at the thought—Lan Wangji would never! His mind racing to figure out who would have the daring, never mind the interest within the Lan Clan to pounce on him like this, Wei Wuxian wasn’t prepared for when firm lips turned fierce, and a bold tongue slipped between his lips.

Gasping in surprise, lips sealed over his and a tongue darted around his mouth, tasting every spot it could reach. He moaned, turning to breathe, but strong fingers led him back, clamping onto his jaw until he opened again to the demanding mouth on his.

Each gasp was stolen away, swallowed down by the mouth dominating his. Wei Wuxian’s attempts to keep up with the fierce tongue and tangle with it grew slower the longer the battle went on and a dizzying fire rose in him. His hand was free, he realized blearily, but Wei Wuxian could only grasp at the powerful shoulder of the one pinning him. Saliva dripped from his parted lips, and Wei Wuxian whimpered as teeth tugged at his lower lip, scraping sharply, bruising the tender flesh remorselessly.

Feeling as though a great weight was on his body, his strength drained away by the hot mouth, Wei Wuxian could only turn toward the next assault, this kiss far more gentle as swollen lips nuzzled his in farewell.

As abruptly as it started, the kiss stopped, leaving Wei Wuxian to gasp for breath alone.

SCENE #2: tempting a second kiss

The air was chill around him, the morning sunlight doing nothing to compete with the heat he had just felt. Wei Wuxian panted in the darkness behind the blindfold, his mind racing wildly, body shaking in a heady mix of lust and confusion.

Why did they stop?

Wei Wuxian pushed up on the tree with shaking arms and snatched the blindfold from his face.

Better yet, who the hell were they?

He looked around the trees, shrubs, and overgrown grass, but there were no signs of the person who had kissed him. The forest felt empty, and Wei Wuxian moved wobbly legs to hop down from his perch, only to cling to the tree trunk when the world spun.

What was wrong with him? No kiss should have left him so useless long after. Or during, for that matter, with him so easily pinned and kissed senseless. Surely it was one of those roaming mountain spirits known for growing lustful, or a lovestruck ghosts. He felt drained of everything—what else could it be?!

Wei Wuxian stood on quivering legs and looked around, checking behind bushes and tall trees, even squinting up at the sun soaked canopy above. But there weren’t signs of anyone, person or spirit. He shook his addled head, eyes straying all around for signs of his secret kisser as he wandered deeper into the forest.

Losing his first kiss was not how he had expected at all. For one, he should at least know the person. That had to be, like, the bare minimum of such an anticipated task.

Odd noises were heard ahead. Wei Wuxian’s fingers strayed to tease his tingling lips that were hot to the touch as he absentmindedly followed the sounds. He furrowed his brow; it sounded like fighting, of someone slamming fists again and again, but the target impact sounded wrong.

Once he finally found the source of the blows, Wei Wuxian missed a step at the sight of Lan Wangji—his tall, elegant figure cutting through the dark forest like a white blade—punching a tree with his fist. As Wei Wuxian watched, the trunk cracked and snapped in half under his assault.

What in the world had the trees done to Lan Wangji to deserve such treatment?

Intrigued, Wei Wuxian approached, finding rage on Lan Wangji’s handsome features as he punched another tree, seemingly venting his anger on the scenery.

“Lan Zhan, what are you doing?” Wei Wuxian called, wondering if he would even answer. Lan Wangji was stalking toward his next rooted victim when he heard his voice and turned, rage burning in his eyes. Wei Wuxian blinked, shocked at his fierce expression. “Whoa, scary.”

“Leave!” Lan Wangji growled sharply. Always dressed as if for a funeral, today Lan Wangji looked like he was going to kill him.

His features twisting into a hurt pout, Wei Wuxian refused, crossing him arms around his black robed form. “I just got here, and you want me to leave. Do you hate me that much, Lan Zhan?”

His expression growing more intense, Lan Wangji bared his teeth. “Stay away from me!”

This wasn’t like Lan Wangji at all, who was always cool, composed, and detached, even in the heat of battle. Wei Wuxian had only ever seen him like this during their time in the cave when fighting the Tortoise of Slaughter. But there was no such beast here, nothing malicious at all that could be sensed.

Wei Wuxian looked to the trees Lan Wangji had targeted, trying to piece together what was going on. Broken tree trunks littered the area, thick branches having been pulled down and snapped into pieces. Wei Wuxian’s confusion grew instead of lessened.

“Lan Zhan, are you okay? If something is the matter, you should speak up.”

His words only seemed to upset him more, and Lan Wangji drew his sword by a few inches, the spirit power radiating off the blade enough to slice through the surrounding trees. Heavy limbs fell and trunks were sliced in half, the grove crumbling around him.

Idly pressing his fingers to his tingling lips, Wei Wuxian watched Lan Wangji seethe with something unresolved, his composure slowly forming around him until he was as still as the remaining trees. Crystal eyes met his across the distance. Wei Wuxian was suddenly aware of how he must look, his lips still burning from the kiss of earlier. But he couldn’t look away, trapped for long moments in Lan Wangji’s heated stare.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian finally asked, his gaze drifting to one of the tails of Lan Wangji’s hair ribbons fluttering in the breeze, a white streak among his floating dark strands of hair.

“It’s nothing,” Lan Wangji retorted quickly, almost sounding like his normal self as he sheathed his sword. But Wei Wuxian noticed then that it wasn’t just anger that had changed his face, but that Lan Wangji’s lips were unusually flushed and swollen.

Wei Wuxian looked to the fallen trees again, his thoughts finally clicking into place. “Lan Zhan, was it a tree yao?”

Lan Wangji, who was picking his way through the mess of fallen trees, paused at the question.

Wei Wuxian approached, eyes focused on the ground to avoid being caught up in branches full of leaves or hidden chunks of tree trunk. By the time he reached where Lan Wangji had been, his white draped form was already walking into the forest, and Wei Wuxian scrambled to catch up.

Once right behind him, Wei Wuxian reached for Lan Wangji’s wrist to check his pulse, but Lan Wangji dodged away and sent him a cold glare.

Wei Wuxian fixed a pout on his face and used the pause to match strides. “I just want to know if you’re okay. You were acting really strange, like poisoned or injured.”

Or really crazy mad after being kissed by a horny tree yao…

“I’m fine,” Lan Wangji snapped.

He clearly wasn’t, but Wei Wuxian didn’t want to be bit for pushing the issue, so he didn’t argue. Lan Wangji did seem more like himself. Well, as long as he ignored his flushed, swollen mouth…

“Lan Zhan, have you ever kissed anyone?” Wei Wuxian asked without thinking.

Lan Wangji froze mid step and refused to meet his gaze. “Why do you ask?” he asked, his voice sounding like brittle frost.

Chuckling, Wei Wuxian quickly waved his hand dismissively. “You haven’t, huh? I knew it. You don’t have to be so angry.”

Lan Wangji’s expression grew frostier. “How would you know?”

Not realizing the danger he was courting, Wei Wuxian continued on confidently. “Well, It’s pretty obvious. You’re always stiff as a board; who’d dare kiss you? And I don’t expect you to take the initiative to kiss someone. I bet you’ll be holding onto your first kiss for the rest of your life!” he concluded with a loud laugh.

Lan Wangji assessed him in cold silence. “What about you?”

“Me?” Wei Wuxian puffed his chest out, his grin turning devious. “Do you even need to ask? Of course I’m experienced.”

Lan Wangji turned fully toward him, pinning him in his icy stare. “How many?”

“Huh?” Wei Wuxian asked dumbly, not expecting any follow up. Lan Wangji was so shy about things like this, after all. He freaked out at the very sight of an erotic book.

Lan Wangji stepped closer, his eyes narrowing when Wei Wuxian refused to answer. “You say you’re experienced, so you would know how many.”

Feeling a trap closing in unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian took a step back, his wicked grin turning defensive. “How many what? Kisses? …Partners?”

The suspicion in Lan Wangji’s eyes only grew. “Positions,” he asked coolly.

Eyes widening in shock, Wei Wuxian covered his mouth with his hand, his face burning hot. Had he really just—? Lan Wangji, the shyest monk ever, asking that?! In disbelief, Wei Wuxian found himself shouting, “Lan Zhan, you can’t just ask something like that!”

Lan Wangji was completely unimpressed by his fluster. “Tell me.”

Trying to recover from the mental image of Lan Wangji studying erotic texts to learn positions, Wei Wuxian waved his hand dismissively, refusing to meet his eyes. “Who really keeps track after the twentieth or thirtieth, right?”

“You’re lying,” Lan Wangji declared confidently.

Wei Wuxian pursed his lips, affronted. He was obviously lying and didn’t enjoy being called out over it. “Not lying, Lan Zhan, just, you know, saying things.”

He dared a glance his way, relieved to see Lan Wangji’s expression had melted slightly. “It’s different. Everyone exaggerates these sorts of things.”

“No, you exaggerate everything,” Lan Wangji retorted darkly. “Most times, I don’t even think you know the truth.”

Pouting, Wei Wuxian fixed him with an injured look. “Lan Zhan, have I ever…?” He couldn’t even finish the question, withering under Lan Wangji’s cold expression. But at some point Lan Wangji had drawn closer, and Wei Wuxian was captivated to find that up close Lan Wangji’s lips were definitely swollen from being freshly kiss.

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, someone got you too?”

“Got…?” Lan Wangji jerked back when Wei Wuxian tried to press his fingers to his lips. “Wei Ying!”

“Don’t be angry. I wasn’t going to hit you.” Again looking far too hurt for the moment, Wei Wuxian met Lan Wangji’s angry gaze. “I just wanted to see if they tingled too.”

“Frivolous,” Lan Wangji muttered, but he stayed still when Wei Wuxian’s hand strayed toward his face again, watching his fingers suspiciously.

“Lan Zhan, I think someone kissed you. Your lips are…” Before his fingers could make contact with what Wei Wuxian anticipated were very hot lips, Lan Wangji caught his wrist. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but notice it felt just like one of the hands that had been around his wrist when kissing him, the same grip, same strength, same size… He licked his lips.

“Frivolous,” Lan Wangji repeated, pushing Wei Wuxian’s arm away.

Dimly, Wei Wuxian realized Lan Wangji would sometimes say frivolous instead of answering a question. He didn’t lie, necessarily, but he wasn’t answering either, so it couldn’t truly be a lie.

It was very clever, and Wei Wuxian smiled to himself at Lan Wangji’s deviousness. A familiar scent trickled in, and Wei Wuxian’s eyes closed, cooling sandalwood and something else, something warm and irresistible, reaching him. He turned in the darkness, seeking out the source, his face brushing against Lan Wangji’s hair. Lan Wangji was standing impossibly still, as if holding his breath.

“Lan Zhan, did maybe a mountain spirit pass by here and kiss you so soundly, they ended up smelling like you when they kissed me after?”

Lan Wangji didn’t answer, the silence stretching. Wei Wuxian peeked his eyes open, finding Lan Wangji’s swollen lips pursed as if he were trying to hide them.

“Maybe it wasn’t a spirit?” Wei Wuxian ventured instead. He wasn’t sure if they were kissed by the same being that drained him of strength, but it seemed most likely of all the possibilities. Lan Wangji could barely tolerate him, after all.

But then, he was acting really strange today. Had Lan Wangji stolen a kiss…?

“No one or thing has come through here,” Lan Wangji said evenly, but there was something fiery flickering in his eyes as he stared Wei Wuxian down.

His mouth unable to stay quiet, Wei Wuxian continued talking aimlessly, thinking of the time in the cave when Lan Wangji’s eyes had burned then too.

“Lan Zhan, you never told me why you bit me that time. It really hurt,” he whined, remembering it freshly.

The change of topic somehow annoyed Lan Wangji even more. “Vexing! Go away.”

Wei Wuxian shook his head, his long dark hair drifting about his shoulders. He dipped his head to scent Lan Wangji’s warm breath, pausing at the touch of his hair ribbon teasing across his cheek.

Could he have…?

“Lan Zhan, can a ghost smell like another person?” Wei Wuxian inched closer, pressing against the ribbon, turning until it slid across his lips. It felt the same, his lips prickling with sensation.

“Wei Ying.”

Feeling dazed from the touch of fabric to his still tingling lips, Wei Wuxian cracked his eyelids open, meeting Lan Wangji’s heated stare. Lan Wangji’s hair ribbon was a white trail across the bridge of Wei Wuxian’s nose and down his lips.

“What are you doing?” Lan Wangji asked, his breath seemingly stuck in his chest.

Did he want to kiss him? Wei Wuxian couldn’t tell. He thought he might, just, Lan Wangji also looked so angry that he couldn’t notice anything else.

Letting the ribbon dangle across his mouth, Wei Wuxian felt his teasing smile grow the longer he was under Lan Wangji’s intent glare. “I’m waiting to see if you’ll bite me again.”

In an instant, Lan Wangji had his wrists grasped with his long fingers, but instead of pushing him away so Wei Wuxian could roar in laughter at his reaction, he pulled him close until Wei Wuxian stumbled and crashed against his chest.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji declared sharply. “You are…” He exhaled to calm himself, but Wei Wuxian’s never ceasing mouth decided to fill in the blank.

“Vexing.”

“Yes!” Lan Wangji snapped.

Wei Wuxian’s teasing smile grew. “Impertinent.”

Lan Wangji glared and squeezed his wrists sharply. “It’s not humorous. You’re shamelessly impertinent.”

“Don’t forget frivolous,” Wei Wuxian added, one of his favorites.

Lan Wangji only glared, suspicion clear on his fine features.

His smile fully wicked, Wei Wuxian leaned closer in his hold, feeling every muscle in Lan Wangji’s body tense. “Lan Zhan, what about… kissable?”

Lan Wangji’s glare scalded as he growled. “Tormenting!”

“That wasn’t a no, Lan er-gege.” Wei Wuxian pointed out solemnly, fighting back his laughter. He gave an experimental pull to his hands, but Lan Wangji refused to give an inch. His stomach twisting with something hot, Wei Wuxian continued his teasing. “Lan Zhan, did you bite me because you really wanted to do something else to me?”

It was so easy to provoke him, especially when Wei Wuxian knew Lan Wangji’s answer was he probably wanted to snap his neck.

Anger rumbling in his chest, Lan Wangji stepped forward, Wei Wuxian caught in his grasp, the move forcing him to step back or be knocked over. He pushed deliberate steps until rough bark bit into Wei Wuxian’s back and ass as he was pinned against a tree.

His breath coming out faster, Wei Wuxian glanced sideways to see his predicament, unable to miss the destroyed trunk of a tree in the distance. Which reminded him…

“Lan Zhan, was it a tree yao that kissed you and me—?”

“Wei Ying, why did you give me a flower earlier?” Lan Wangji interjected, his voice full of something raw.

Wei Wuxian blinked in confusion, his roguish smile returning in full force. “Why else? Because you’re so beautiful.”

Lan Wangji exhaled in frustration, the answer exactly what he thought. “Tormenting.” Lan Wangji turned to leave, his powerful grip releasing him, only for Wei Wuxian to grab his hand to keep him there.

“Lan Zhan, seriously, the bite. What did I do? You were injured but so angry…” Wei Wuxian had been left ruminating for months after the incident, and Lan Wangji had this annoying habit of never talking about anything.

“Why do you want to know this now?” Lan Wangji stared at the ground, refusing to face him.

Wei Wuxian grinned, that burning twist in his core growing. “Cuz you look just like then, like you’re going to bite me.”

His glare returning, Lan Wangji turned back to slam his palm to Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, pushing him back against the tree. “Wei Ying,” he breathed out. “What do you want from me?”

Wei Wuxian wasn’t exactly sure. The fire flashing in Lan Wangji’s stunning eyes was absolutely fascinating, and in that moment he was extra interesting with full lips swollen from a kiss.

Maybe even a kiss from him.

If his secret kisser really was Lan Wangji, there was really only one way to confirm it.

Lan Wangji’s wrist caught in his hand, Wei Wuxian pressed forward, a strand of forehead ribbon tickling at his cheek as he whispered into his ear. “Lan Zhan?”

Lan Wangji took too long to answer, his tone rougher than normal. “What?”

“I think you’re the same height.”

Lan Wangji didn’t ask the height of who, didn’t say anything, his breathing strained as Wei Wuxian’s breath washed over his ear.

“You smell the same.” Wei Wuxian shifted, his hair teasing along the side of Lan Wangji’s neck, lips brushing a hot touch to his earlobe. “Your hands are even the same, large and strong…”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice was raw with warning, but Wei Wuxian forged ahead, unheeding.

“So maybe you have kissed someone, right? Maybe a tree yao or a mountain spirit…”

Lan Wangji glared straight ahead, his teeth grit together.

“And for some reason it makes you want to bite me,” Wei Wuxian added, noticing just how tight Lan Wangji’s jaw was clenched.

“Wei Ying! Stop talking nonsense!” Lan Wangji shouted, his eyes flashing, promising punishment.

Laughter shaking him, Wei Wuxian shook his head, his dark eyes sparkling mischief. Lan Wangji tried to go, but Wei Wuxian used both hands this time to hold onto his wrist.

“Wait, Lan Zhan, wait. This is really important…” Wei Wuxian fought to get his chuckles under control, eventually saying in an overly serious tone, “Did the tree yao bruise my lips? They feel very hot and tingly. Look, can you see if they’re okay?”

Hissing in frustration, Lan Wangji snapped, “They’re fine!” But despite his annoyance, his gaze flickered down, his eyelashes hiding his crystalline eyes as he checked to make sure Wei Wuxian wasn’t actually hurt.

“They’re tingling, Lan Zhan. Can you see them tingling? They’re hot. Feel.” Certain he was moments from either being kissed or punched, Wei Wuxian pulled Lan Wangji’s hand to his mouth, breathing on his fingertips. He stole closer to press a slow kiss to Lan Wangji’s very still fingers. “See?”

Lan Wangji nodded sharply, his eyes locked on Wei Wuxian’s mouth.

Anticipation building in the pit of his stomach, Wei Wuxian added very seriously, “Just don’t bite them. You have that rabid look in your eyes.”

Scowling, Lan Wangji glanced up, meeting Wei Wuxian’s teasing gaze. “Wei Ying, if I were rabid, I would be without control. I would be doing things to you,” he emphasized in a rough whisper. “I am not rabid.”

Considering his words for a long moment, Wei Wuxian turned back to the hand he had captured and just kissed. “Lan Zhan, you can bite me a little. Softly.” He parted his lips to nibble on the plump flesh of Lan Wangji’s fingertip. “This soft.”

His breath catching, Lan Wangji watched him with a mix of suspicion and something Wei Wuxian couldn’t name. He nipped his next finger just as gently, his tongue darting out to taste. Lan Wangji’s eyes caught the movement, and he pulled his hand free before Wei Wuxian could nip him again.

He tasted the same, Wei Wuxian was fairly certain, the scent of Lan Wangji’s skin not having changed during one short walk through the forest.

“Wei Ying…”

“If you bite like that, I won’t mind,” Wei Wuxian said, watching Lan Wangji lift his freed hand to his face, wondering if his lips were tingling as much as his. “I bet that tree yao wouldn’t mind either—ha!” He gasped as Lan Wangji growled and pushed him back against the tree, his wrists once again pinned in his strong hold.

“Wei Ying, there is no tree yao,” Lan Wangji said heatedly, close enough Wei Wuxian could feel his words on his cheek.

“No?” Feeling dizzy, Wei Wuxian licked his lips, staring at Lan Wangji’s mouth. “So it was a mountain spirit. I hear they get really horny this time of year.”

“There is no mountain spirit either,” Lan Wangji insisted with a huff of frustration.

Wei Wuxian’s gaze rose to Lan Wangji’s, then slid back down to his swollen lips. “A lecherous ghost?”

“Oblivious!” Lan Wangji cursed, his glare intensifying.

“Lan Zhan, it’s hard to think right now,” Wei Wuxian admitted quietly, wishing he would just kiss him. “My lips keep tingling, and you won’t tell me if yours tingle too.”

His eyes narrowed, Lan Wangji finally said, “They do.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile broke free, too wide and wild to contain. “Can I feel?”

Lan Wangji froze as if holding his breath. “…Why?”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t understand why Lan Wangji hadn’t kissed him yet. What had been so different that first time that wasn’t happening now…?

Ignoring his question, Wei Wuxian looked up at him through dark lashes, finding Lan Wangji’s hair ribbon slightly askew from him playing with it earlier. “Lan Zhan… what would you do if I were wearing a blindfold right now?”

Lan Wangji hissed under his breath, his eyes fixed on Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Tormenting, vexing…”

Finding his response promising, Wei Wuxian continued, a smile teasing at his lips. “What if I close my eyes?” His eyelids fell shut, the darkness expanding as he felt the heat of Lan Wangji inches away, the burning touch on his wrists, the curl of breath on his lips.

“It’s a lot like the blindfold,” Wei Wuxian insisted, confused when still no kiss came. “Maybe the tree yao likes blindfolds?”

“There is no tree—!”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t take it anymore. “Lan Zhan, do something before I die of boredom!” he demanded breathlessly. “You’re just standing there, like fucking forever, holding me here when I have my eyes closed and lips tingling. Do I need to find that tree yao or horny mountain spirit—!”

Growling, Lan Wangji crossed the last breaths between them to crush his lips to Wei Wuxian’s, sealing their mouths together and finally silencing Wei Wuxian’s tormenting chatter.

SCENE #3: lovesick

Even like this, Wei Wuxian couldn’t be truly quiet for long. His parted lips released a low moan as lips bruised his relentlessly and a hand slid possessively down his side, grasping him closer, tugging at his robes as if wishing they were gone. Lan Wangji was trembling with anger this time, his mouth demanding as he plundered Wei Wuxian’s lips and scraped teeth along the swollen flesh of his bottom lip, nipping roughly until Wei Wuxian opened to his tongue.

As far as kisses went, it was even better than his first. Part of the thrill was knowing perfect Lan Wangji had broken down to kiss him, instead of acting as if his incessant teasing could never reach him. It made the angry scrape of teeth and crush of lips beyond satisfying to know he could get Lan Wangji to feel like this just for him.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian rasped out, wanting to tell him how good he was at this.

“Stop. Talking,” Lan Wangji ordered, his angry lips covering his again, stealing his words, fingers finding his jaw to draw him closer and press his mouth wider. Wei Wuxian obliged, meeting his tongue with languid, hungry movements that did nothing to soothe the heat of Lan Wangji’s assault.

Lan Wangji pushed forward, their chests fitting together, Wei Wuxian whimpering in surprise when Lan Wangji’s hot thigh slid between his two, a hand grasping roughly first at his hip, then further back, gripping his ass hard, fingers biting into his flesh, crushing their lower bodies together. His hips jolted from the feel of Lan Wangji’s hard length grinding against his, and Wei Wuxian sought his arm, curling fingers over his wrist, doing nothing to push him away.

Lan Wangji drank down his whimpers, his mouth dominating the kiss until Wei Wuxian was gasping to breathe, saliva smeared on every spot of lips Lan Wangji nipped red and swollen. Wei Wuxian’s lashes fluttering, he grasped at Lan Wangji’s wrist as he felt his strength failing, everything having drained and leaving him weak and boneless.

Apparently kissing Lan Wangji was why he had felt weak earlier, instead of something feeding on his energy. It was unexpected; he wasn’t sure kisses were supposed to do that.

The fierce kiss suddenly breaking, Wei Wuxian stretched his tongue out to find the one missing as Lan Wangji pulled away. He cracked his eyes open, only to inhale sharply when Lan Wangji grabbed and pushed his wrists together and pinned them in place with one hand, while his other swiftly tugged at Wei Wuxian’s robes, pushing them down his pale, strong shoulders until they were exposed to the forest air.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered, his lips left burning, bruised and missing the ferocious kiss. “What are you looking for?”

Lan Wangji’s eyes flashed annoyance at the question. He ran his palm down Wei Wuxian’s throat, along his collarbone, around the curve of his shoulder, then pushed the bunched fabric of his robes further down, until his nipples were exposed. He continued pushing his robes until he revealed a scar hidden in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s arm.

“Tell me how many,” Lan Wangji said as his thumb pressed along the line of teeth marks where he had bit Wei Wuxian and the wound had healed. “I’ll know if you lie.”

Wei Wuxian’s brain just wasn’t working. All the blood had flowed to his twitching dick, and his thoughts were sluggish and confused.

Lan Wangji had stolen his first kiss. There was no doubt about it now. It was the same taste, same rough hold, but full of anger and demand this time. And now he was looking for something in his robes, like maybe Lan Wangji thought he had stolen something during the kiss. A number of somethings, it seemed.

Wei Wuxian watched, dumbstruck as Lan Wangji released his wrists to push his robes off his arms completely, the soft black material falling to the forest floor, leaving him bare from the chest up. Before Wei Wuxian could think to do something, such as reach to pull his clothes back on, Lan Wangji slipped fingers into his hair to tug his hair ribbon free, then used the long, strong ribbon to wrap around Wei Wuxian’s wrists. His movements were fast, assured, and in moments Wei Wuxian was tied up, unable to pull his hands apart even after Lan Wangji released his wrists.

“How many kisses?” Lan Wangji said when it became obvious Wei Wuxian had no idea what he was talking about. “Not counting today.”

“Kisses?” His mind a daze, Wei Wuxian tilted his head back when Lan Wangji pushed closer, near enough to kiss, their breath mingling as he stared up into clear, crystal eyes. “I don’t… I haven’t…”

“I knew it,” Lan Wangji growled triumphantly. “You never stop talking, frustrate mercilessly, until everyone is annoyed with you. And since using Chenqing, you are surrounded by the smell of death and resentful magic.”

Wei Wuxian’s lashes fluttered, Lan Wangji’s words brushing against his lips. “I… smell of corpses?”

Lan Wangji paused, his voice growing gentle. “Only a little.”

“Ah.” Jiang Cheng had said something similar in anger, but Wei Wuxian had assumed he was being a jealous ass. “But you still kissed me.”

“Mn.” Lan Wangji’s eyes softened. “You were silent for a change.”

As if to show how much he approved of Wei Wuxian’s rare, silent moments, Lan Wangji kissed along his cheek and down his jaw, soft gentle touches that left Wei Wuxian burning from each press of lips. A cool curtain of hair teased Wei Wuxian’s bare chest, his nipples budding at the touch of silky strands.

Lan Wangji’s mouth opened at the curve of his chin, teeth scraping deliberately as he dragged down the column of his pale throat until Wei Wuxian was whimpering. Lan Wangji held him by the back of the head, strong fingers gripping his dark hair as he kissed with wet, wide movements that sucked mercilessly at his flesh, pulling red and purple marks to the surface.

His chest heaving, Wei Wuxian could only pull at his trapped hands, his whimpers turning to moans with each relentless suck and bite of Lan Wangji’s mouth.

Fighting against the hot haze stealing his thoughts, Wei Wuxian asked with brows furrowed, “The bite?”

“You are very, very tormenting, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji growled against his flesh. “Cruel, no matter how I feel for you.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows twisted. The only feelings he knew Lan Wangji to have for him were anger and frustration. He barely talked—Wei Wuxian had to tease him just to get him to speak, and by that point it was always in anger.

Teeth nipped sharply at the side of his neck. Wei Wuxian yelped, only to groan as Lan Wangji’s tongue and lips rubbed over the pained spot. “Lan Zhan, that’s too hard. Don’t bite—fuck!” he croaked out as teeth sank into his neck defiantly, clamping down, Lan Wangji’s tongue wetting and tormenting his trapped flesh. Wei Wuxian’s bound fingers gripped uselessly at Lan Wangji’s outer robe, urging him closer even as he whined from the pain.

Lan Wangji pulled from his neck, his eyes heated and breathing strained as he glared at him. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but stare. Lan Wangji’s lips were flushed red, puffy and swollen from what he’d been doing to him, saliva wet all the way down his chin. He had never seen him like this, ruffled, affected, and still very enraged, as if just mentioning the cave of the Slaughter Tortoise had him furious.

Wei Wuxian was apparently right, because when Lan Wangji spoke again, it was about the cave and what Wei Wuxian had done.

“Do not tease me with your body like you did in the cave again.”

It was completely unfair—he had been trying to keep him alive! “Lan Zhan, you had stale blood. It was all I could think of with you so wounded!”

“Wei Ying, find another way!” Lan Wangji growled. “Do not give me flowers and tell me I’m beautiful when you don’t want to be with me. Everything is a joke to you—my heart is no laughing matter.”

“But Lan Zhan, it’s just…” Wei Wuxian didn’t know why he wasn’t willing to stop teasing Lan Wangji, he just knew that he wasn’t. It was like asking a fish to breathe out of water.

“I know you understand this, Wei Ying. You said as much in the cave. You said it of Mianmian after saving her from the iron. That she would remember you forever.”

Wei Wuxian didn’t understand. “Lan Zhan, you don’t need to be jealous…”

“Wei Ying, you saved my life, repeatedly, yet think that I am jealous!” Lan Wangji snapped in exasperation. “I will remember you forever, you fool!”

Growling loudly, Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian’s trapped wrists until his arms were straight, and buried his face against the scar in the crook of his elbow. “You are so oblivious!”

SCENE #4: confessions

Wei Wuxian flinched, expecting a bite as hard as the one that gave him his scar. He definitely deserved it after Lan Wangji’s confession. Instead, lips pressed soft to his flesh, Lan Wangji’s breath quickly heating his skin.

Shit, was this why Lan Wangji bit him that time? Because he acted like he was going to kiss him, then blabbered on about a girl he saved? Fuck.

At a loss, Wei Wuxian tried to soothe him. “Lan Zhan, how could I know this? You’re a man.”

“Do you think men don’t have hearts?” Lan Wangji muttered bitterly, refusing to look up. “Or is it just me you think is heartless?”

Wei Wuxian’s mouth gaped at his words. Lan Wangji was really hurt. Shit, he might even be crying.

“I know you have a heart, Lan Zhan. That’s why I gave you the rabbits,” Wei Wuxian said in a rush. “Sweet things that are soft and warm. Of course I know you have a heart, just… You’re always cold to me,” he reminded gently. “How could I know?”

“You torment the life out of me because I am cold,” Lan Wangji snapped back. “You tease me because I don’t react. You are relentless, making it impossible to think of anyone but you. How can you not know!”

Wei Wuxian laughed self deprecatingly at the accurate account of how he acted around Lan Wangji. But that didn’t mean he could have guessed this. Lan Wangji hadn’t given him any indication that he wanted anything but his death during those times.

“Lan Zhan, anyone else would have killed me by now.” Wei Wuxian peered down at Lan Wangji’s bowed head where his silky long hair fanned out over his shoulders. “You’re too nice.”

“I am not nice.” Lan Wangji growled and straightened, his glower piercing through Wei Wuxian’s brittle smile. “I will kill anyone else you act this way to, Wei Ying. But I don’t have to. You are only this way with me. You are obsessed with getting my attention, yet so oblivious!”

“I am not obliviousss…” Wei Wuxian hissed out as Lan Wangji abruptly reached down between them, his powerful hand cupping around Wei Wuxian’s throbbing cock, only a barrier of cloth keeping him from feeling his hot flesh.

“Right. That.” Wei Wuxian lost his breath as Lan Wangji’s hand moved, rubbing up his length, giving him hard pressure to grind against when his hips rocked forward. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gasped, his eyes closing as Lan Wangji squeezed him firmly, seeming to know the exact needed touch to have him melting.

“This is not the first time you’ve been hard around me, Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji looked up to find Wei Wuxian boneless against the tree, head back, eyes gleaming dark slits, his breath coming out in fast gasps the longer Lan Wangji’s fingers continued to caress his hard length. “I am not blind. But you—you don’t seem to notice your body’s reactions when tormenting me.”

Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure he could possibly miss a reaction like this, but tried to think back, his memory a red haze. Sometimes he was pent up more times than others, needing his hand for release not just nightly, but through the day as well. Today had been such a day, but he couldn’t be sure if it was because of all the excitement of a Hunt, or because he had caught a glimpse of the beautiful Lan Wangji among a sea of flowers. Or maybe when the flower he threw was the only one Lan Wangji bothered to catch…

Like this, pinned against a tree, Lan Wangji’s hand moving with his rocking hips, Wei Wuxian was starting to suspect his quick to annoy friend might be the cause.

“Lan Zhan, I can’t help that you’re so impossibly beautiful,” Wei Wuxian declared breathlessly. “That’s the cruelty in all this. Even I, a man, can’t miss it. I don’t think any person can. But I would never bother you with it.”

Wei Wuxian had never done anything to treat Lan Wangji different than a friend. Well, besides trying to crack him from his frozen shell by teasing him relentlessly. But that was just the way he had to be with Lan Wangji, otherwise he wouldn’t look his way at all. And having Lan Wangji ignore him was probably the single most miserable feeling ever.

Huffing, Lan Wangji dipped close, hearing Wei Wuxian’s breath hitch. “Wei Ying, you have never once stopped bothering me.” He squeezed him through his pants again, earning a low groan in response. “You are chaotic turmoil, tormenting in all ways, vexing, and shameless. I don’t know what to do with you.”

He released Wei Wuxian’s cock as abruptly as he had grabbed it, and Wei Wuxian immediately whined in displeasure.

“Lan Zhan er-gege, why are you…? That felt good,” he grumbled.

“Promise me you’ll stop, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji demanded. “I cannot handle this turmoil anymore.”

Wei Wuxian’s lips pursed and his gaze darted away, avoiding Lan Wangji’s despondent glare. “There’s nothing to stop.” He shrugged, his pout growing. “I tease you a bit. I tease everyone.”

“Even if that were true and you weren’t doing everything to drive me mad, It is different to me,” Lan Wangji bit out. “It is torment.”

Wei Wuxian glared sullenly at the ground, refusing to speak.

“Wei Ying, please.” Lan Wangji reached for his chin, turning him toward him. “I feel as though I’m going to break apart the longer this goes on. That damn flower—and my hair ribbon! You don’t understand what you’re doing to me.”

Pursing his lips in a grim line, Wei Wuxian shook his head stubbornly. “What would you say to me?”

“What?”

“If I don’t tease you, what would you say to me?” Wei Wuxian pressed angrily. “Are we to never speak again just because… because you take my words differently now?”

Lan Wangji paused, exhaling deeply. “I don’t know… I just know I can’t go on like this.”

Wei Wuxian’s pout returned. “Why? Because of a kiss?”

Anger flashed in Lan Wangji’s eyes. “Yes, Wei Ying, because I lost all my senses and kissed you! Because I let you tease and torment me instead of turning away, and I kissed you again!”

“So?” Wei Wuxian snapped defiantly, finally meeting Lan Wangji’s glare.

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth. “You are tied up and half naked. Covered in my marks—!”

“And?” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Am I crying? Calling for help?”

His eyebrows furrowed, Lan Wangji took a step back, his hand coming up to rub at his temple. “What are you saying?”

Wei Wuxian huffed. “You grab my erection yet call me oblivious.”

“You are!” Lan Wangji snapped.

“I know!” Wei Wuxian shouted. “But now I know, and, well, I’m not sure it matters.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed, and Wei Wuxian realized his mistake.

“Not that, Lan Zhan. Your heart matters. I would never…” He sighed. Wei Wuxian wasn’t good at serious things. It was much easier to tease. Even battle and slaughter were easier than this.

“Lan Zhan, come here.” Wei Wuxian’s heart clenched when Lan Wangji reluctantly approached, his normally poised composure replaced by a beautiful, heartsick expression that emanated from face to posture.

“Lan Zhan, I like kissing you.” Wei Wuxian was careful, trying to find the right words.

“I’m not what you want,” Lan Wangji said despondently. “You do not like men.”

Worrying at his lower lip, Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Maybe I don’t know what I like? Like you said, you have an effect on me.”

Lan Wangji only glared, his anger seemingly directed inward as he muttered, “It’s easy for a man to get hard from a hand. That doesn’t mean anything.”

Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Lan Zhan, it doesn’t take a touch. Just being around you…” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you want to try this?”

Grunting, Lan Wangji took steps away, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Now you don’t like me?”

Lan Wangji glared at the ground. “I never said I liked you. Only that you make me insane.”

Wei Wuxian was far too bad at these sorts of things to know the right words to say. He wanted to blame Lan Wangji—being nice had him heartbroken, and teasing had him furious. Wei Wuxian didn’t know of other options. He couldn’t even give him a flower without it being turned into torment.

Realizing he wasn’t good at being nice anyways, Wei Wuxian changed tactics. “Well, that explains it then.”

Glancing his way sulkily, Lan Wangji didn’t say anything.

“You killed all those trees, but never found it. It must have possessed you, right? To make you do something so unlike you?”

Lan Wangji rubbed his temple again. “You know that’s not what happened.”

Wei Wuxian shook his head stubbornly. “You think I can trust what you say about it? You kissed someone who smells of corpses.”

His lips flattening into a grim frown, Lan Wangji fixed his gaze on Wei Wuxian. “I said only a little. It’s mostly grave dirt on your boots.”

“See? The Lan Zhan I know would never deign to even disturb a grave,” Wei Wuxian pointed out. “So, obviously, something in the trees got you, and made you attack innocent little me when I was blindfolded and half asleep.”

“Wei Ying, the only thing making me crazed is you,” Lan Wangji snapped, taking a step toward him.

Wei Wuxian snorted. “You say that, but I saw the massacre you committed. That tree yao lost its entire family to your blade.”

Baring his teeth like a feral animal, Lan Wangji placed his hands on the tree trunk on either side of Wei Wuxian’s head, staring down at him moodily. “Can’t you give me five minutes of peace?”

“Not if you’re going to be so sad about it,” Wei Wuxian said honestly. “It must have a powerful control to move you near tears.”

He meant it as a joke, but Lan Wangji’s silence confirmed he was indeed heartbroken and struggling to contain it.

“Lan Zhan, why are you sad that I like your kisses?” Wei Wuxian asked quietly. “How crazed has this yao made you?”

“There is no yao,” Lan Wangji grumbled. “I’m just crazed. Rabid, even.” His gaze slid down to Wei Wuxian’s throat, eyeing the red marks his lips and teeth had made. His arm strayed forward, fingers tracing a line of hickeys, hand spreading wider to palm over his flesh.

His eyes drifting closed at the heated touch, Wei Wuxian pressed forward, seeking Lan Wangji’s frown with his lips. Having only been kissed, Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure what to do when Lan Wangji’s lips refused to give, feeling as though he might turn away at any moment.

Wei Wuxian reached with bound hands to grab the front of his robes, pulling him tighter to him, pressing kiss after kiss to Lan Wangji’s still mouth. His tongue teased against the seam of his lips and Lan Wangji finally softened under his gentle touches, opening with a sigh that had Wei Wuxian’s toes curling.

Wei Wuxian tentatively sought out his tongue, gasping quietly when he found it, growing bolder when Lan Wangji’s tongue tangled with his and his palm cupped his cheek, fingers coiled around his ear.

Lan Wangji pressed closer, lips sliding wet as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Wei Wuxian’s waiting mouth, curving his body against his, heat flaring every spot they touched. Lan Wangji’s other hand slid down the muscles and scars of Wei Wuxian’s bare back, fingers trailing heat, his palm firm as he pulled at the curve of his lower back, Wei Wuxian groaning as their lower bodies ground together.

Wei Wuxian pulled away to breathe, his dazed eyes blinking open to find Lan Wangji’s expression more hungry than sad. Most of his anger had faded into something just as heated and intense, and it had Wei Wuxian’s pulse racing at the sight.

Wei Wuxian’s gaze slid down their bodies, seeking out the hardness against his hip burning through his trousers. He swallowed hard when he caught sight of it, his fingers twisting at the front of Lan Wangji’s outer robe.

“Lan Zhan, I found it.”

SCENE #5: digging a hole

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed and followed Wei Wuxian’s gaze down his pristine, white Lan Clan robes to where the fabric was tented around his erection.

“I’ve found the tree yao.” A devilish grin flashed across Wei Wuxian’s lips. “It was hiding in your pants.”

Glaring as nonsense once again fell from Wei Wuxian’s mouth, Lan Wangji grabbed him by the chin and kissed his wicked grin punishingly.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened in surprise and he groaned as Lan Wangji’s teeth grasped his lower lip and tugged. The air left Wei Wuxian in a harsh blast, his head dropping back, Lan Wangji’s hand supporting the back of his head as he followed, stroking his tongue inside him in demanding movements. Wei Wuxian could only moan, his fingers losing strength and scrabbling uselessly for purchase as his knees wobbled.

When he was released, chest heaving for air, Wei Wuxian stared at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Lan Zhan, if you don’t like my teasing… you shouldn’t kiss me,” he said between strained breaths, eyes drifting to Lan Wangji’s swollen lips. “It’s confusing… like you only want to be teased more.”

Growling, Lan Wangji pulled from Wei Wuxian’s bright red lips, staring at him unreadably while they both panted. His crystal eyes moved down, following the curve of Wei Wuxian’s maked throat to settle on an untouched spot of gleaming pale flesh between his shoulder and clavicle. Decided, Lan Wangji dipped down, his lips and teeth swiftly latching onto his flesh.

Wei Wuxian wailed from the sudden pain, his entire body jolting as white flashed behind his eyes. A giddy laugh bubbled out of him, only to be replaced with a groan when Lan Wangji bit harder. “Fuck, fuck… Lan Zhan, that’s not—oh! That’s not what I meant,” he groaned. His knees gave an unsteady shake right before they gave out completely. Lan Wangji caught him around his narrow waist and hooked a hand under his thigh, pulling him against his sturdy body as his tongue tried and failed to soothe the skin he was tormenting. He waited until Wei Wuxian’s wanton moans became too much to bear before giving a final lick to his heated flesh.

Lan Wangji pulled his head back, his breath heavy as he eyed his work. A large, scarlet bruise bloomed in claim on Wei Wuxian’s lovely pale skin sheened with sweat.

“Lan Zhan, why are you so mean?” Wei Wuxian groaned, unshed tears glistening at the corners of his eyes, swollen lips parted beckoningly, his head tilted to the side as he tried to regain his senses. “I was only teasing.”

Huffing, Lan Wangji reached down to cup Wei Wuxian’s rock hard length, his dick not having flagged at all from the rough treatment. If anything, he had grown harder. “A bully only understands a bully,” Lan Wangji stated, daring Wei Wuxian to disagree when he was once again grinding against his hand.

Wei Wuxian’s lips twisted into a mischievous grin, one that broke into a moan when Lan Wangji wrested him by his hips down onto his lap, Wei Wuxian’s thighs spreading for purchase as their erections ground against each other’s. Lan Wangji’s cock felt huge, hard, and just as angry as its owner. If ever a tree yao could be in someone’s pants, it certainly felt like it was true from Wei Wuxian’s perspective.

Wei Wuxian lifted his tied hands in offering. “Lan Zhan, untie me.”

“No,” Lan Wangji refused, catching the sparkling mischief in Wei Wuxian’s eyes.

“Come on. I want to… I want to touch it,” Wei Wuxian insisted heatedly, pressing his forehead to Lan Wangji’s chest as he stared down at the large tent in his pants. “I’ll worship it and feed it delights—ha!” He broke down into breathless snickers as Lan Wangji growled in his ear.

“It is not a tree yao!”

Wei Wuxian’s laughter broke free, unable to keep it in the more incensed Lan Wangji became. “Something kissed me in the wilds, Lan Zhan, and it certainly wasn’t you!”

Shaking his head, Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian by his thick, dark hair and twisted until his laughter was under control. Wei Wuxian was left pouting, looking moments from an overly aggrieved whine, except his lips kept widening as he failed to hide his smile.

“Do you think you were kissed by my cock earlier?” Lan Wangji gritted out, wanting to show him how ridiculous he was being. But Wei Wuxian flushed with lips parted, and Lan Wangji understood the trap he’d been caught in once again by this infuriating troublemaker. “Wei Ying!” he warned, but Wei Wuxian’s devilish lips were already moving.

“I would need my blindfold to know for sure,” Wei Wuxian said matter-of-factly, acting as if he wasn’t completely making the whole thing up and obstinately digging himself into a hole.

Lan Wangji’s fingers twitched to strangle him, but instead he grasped at the dark armband at Wei Wuxian’s wrist and pulled it free. It was the same piece of material used for his blindfold earlier, and Wei Wuxian’s chest tightened at the sight of his bluff being called.

“Make sure I can’t see,” Wei Wuxian said with exaggerated seriousness. “It might grow fierce if seen.”

Lan Wangji’s glare grew in intensity. He glanced down at Wei Wuxian’s tied hands, well aware he wouldn’t be able to pull the blindfold off once it was on him. Feeling vindictive, Lan Wangji looped the smooth black material around Wei Wuxian’s face, covering it over the front of his eyes and knotting it securely in the back multiple times.

Wei Wuxian was much easier to deal with like this, only his mischievous mouth free to remind him of all the trouble he was plotting.

“Well?” Wei Wuxian asked the longer Lan Wangji stared at him in silence. “Introduce me to your blushing yao.”

Lan Wangji seriously considered biting him again. If he scarred the idiot bad enough, he might finally think before he spoke. But he also knew that was unlikely for Wei Wuxian, who only seemed to know trouble and torment.

“Wei Ying, do you not understand what you’re even asking?” Lan Wangji snapped. “There is no tree yao!”

“Of course there is, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian replied confidently. “There’s no way a stick in the mud like you stole my first kiss. I can’t believe you would try to save face by pretending the tree yao didn’t kiss you too. You’re so mean, Lan Zhan.” Although he had started whining again of how wrongly aggrieved he was, the devious grin that flitted on Wei Wuxian’s lips gave him away.

It was the worst game of chicken, partly because Wei Wuxian was baiting him with something he clearly didn’t think he’d have to face. He thought he could embarrass Lan Wangji out of this forest and straight back to Gusu.

The urge to bite itched through his teeth. Lan Wangji glared at Wei Wuxian’s blindfolded face, then down, taking in the passionate marks littered on his pale skin, his hands held tight in his hair ribbon, and his undeniably hard erection tenting the smooth fabric of his blank pants. Wei Wuxian had not won any of their interactions so far, and Lan Wangji wasn’t about to let that change.

Lan Wangji dumped Wei Wuxian out of his lap, leaving him to sprawl on the ground among his dark robes. He stood and moved a few feet away, pushing his white robes from his body in silence. As he undressed, he watched unguarded expressions flit across Wei Wuxian’s face as he struggled to get upright with his hands still tied. He ended up on his knees, snickering to himself as he bit at the ribbon wrapped around his wrists.

“Heh, I bet he was blushing hotter than fire!” Wei Wuxian crowed between bites to his wrists, the ribbon not budging. “No, hotter than the sun… But how mean that he left me tied up! Lan Zhan!”

“What?” Lan Wangji replied coolly, Wei Wuxian immediately stilling from the sound of him so close.

“Uh… untie me?” Wei Wuxian asked with a queasy smile, quickly removing the ribbon from his teeth.

Glaring, Lan Wangji stalked forward, gripped Wei Wuxian by his hair and wrenched his head back. “You haven’t met the tree yao yet.”

Gulping, Wei Wuxian tried to smile his way free, pointing his blindfolded face toward the direction of Lan Wangji’s voice above him, but Lan Wangji’s grip wouldn’t loosen no matter how much he grinned at him.

“You said I couldn’t possibly have kissed you. That… what was it, Wei Ying? I’m always stiff as a board?”

“I was joking, Lan Zhan!”

“You were not,” Lan Wangji countered sharply. “You are so convinced that I have never kissed anyone that you’ve been searching for a tree yao this entire time.”

“Teasing!” Wei Wuxian insisted, the word stretching into a whine when Lan Wangji wrenched his hair again.

“You are tormenting! Again,” Lan Wangji growled. “After I confessed to you. You do not learn!”

Wei Wuxian was not interested in learning, liking Lan Wangji best like this. He reached up, trying to get free of the hand grasping his hair, but Lan Wangji’s other hand blocked him.

“If you’re going to insist that there’s a tree yao,” Lan Wangji twisted Wei Wuxian’s hair hard. “And that I’m concealing it in my pants,” he added with another rough wrench. “Then the only solution is to see who is correct.”

Feeling hysterical at the situation he had gotten himself into, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but snort, the sound earning him another sharp pull at his hair.

“Lan Zhan,” he pleaded, his manic grin breaking free despite his best efforts. “Please. I’m sorry I teased you again.”

“Then why are you smiling!” Lan Wangji growled, pulling Wei Wuxian’s hair until he was stretched out on his knees, his head back, long body arched like a bow.

Groaning, his skin feeling too hot and tight, his cock unbearably hard, Wei Wuxian tried again, but he couldn’t contain the maniacal grin twisting his features. “Sorry, really,” he rasped out. “I just never thought you’d… that you, of all people, would bluff like this. You’re impressive, Lan Wangji!”

“Bluff?” Lan Wangji released his hair, grasped Wei Wuxian’s bound hands and pulled forward, dragging them to his body. Wei Wuxian froze, his mouth falling open as his fingers met bare, air-chilled skin.

Swallowing hard, Wei Wuxian’s fingers uncurled, spreading carefully, finding the hard muscles of Lan Wangji’s uncovered abs and teasing sideways, seeking the edge of his waist. Still no robes were found, just the silky brush of his long hair. Exhaling unsteadily, Wei Wuxian changed direction, pulling down, his thumb trailing until he found a sharp hipbone absolutely bare of trousers and undergarments.

“Lan Zhan… where are your clothes?” he finally managed to choke out.

Fingers threading into the hair at the back of Wei Wuxian’s head, Lan Wangji pulled him closer, until Wei Wuxian’s breath had met his bound hands. “A tree yao stole them.”

Wei Wuxian laughed as nerves quivered hot in his stomach. “Lan Zhan, take my blindfold off.” He needed to see him. Lan Wangji had stripped in the middle of the forest with no nightfall or water to hide anything, and Wei Wuxian desperately needed to see how he looked.

“No.” Lan Wangji’s palm cupped his cheek, his thumb brushing over Wei Wuxian’s swollen lips. “Not until you kiss it.”

His knees feeling like they were going to melt into a puddle of water where he was kneeling, Wei Wuxian exhaled heatedly against Lan Wangji’s hand. “Is it angry?”

“Very,” Lan Wangji agreed. “It might take more than one kiss to pacify it.”

The very audacity of his prim and proper Lan Wangji saying something like that to him had the darkness spinning and Wei Wuxian’s mouth very wet all of a sudden.

“How many?” Wei Wuxian asked, turning his face against the press of Lan Wangji’s palm and placing a soft kiss there.

Inhaling sharply at the gentle touch, Lan Wangji’s long fingers moved to his chin, guiding him closer to the heat radiating from his body. “Find out.”

SCENE #6: taming the yao

Realizing he had gotten himself into a brand new type of trouble, Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure if he should beg to stop, or beg for Lan Wangji to keep saying things like that. It was impossibly sexy, every muscle in his body feeling like slow dripping honey at the sound of Lan Wangji’s low voice ordering him to do unspeakable things.

The hand on his chin left, giving him the choice, and Wei Wuxian stole closer, seeking out heat and flesh until Lan Wangji’s taut skin was beneath his lips as he kissed the expanse between hip and groin.

Lan Wangji smelled of sandalwood and musk, the coolness of the air doing nothing to soothe the heat of his skin. He was smooth beneath his mouth, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t resist flicking his tongue out to see how he tasted.

Muscle spasmed beneath his tongue and Wei Wuxian exhaled noisily. He kissed his flesh again, sliding closer to Lan Wangji’s center, feeling muscles tighten beneath his searching lips. Lan Wangji’s cock was a heat hovering to the side of his face, and finding his nerve, Wei Wuxian turned to it, the bridge of his nose burning as he brushed against it.

Lan Wangji’s breath hitched, and Wei Wuxian found himself smiling crazedly when he finally pressed his first kiss to Lan Wangji’s large member.

“So angry,” Wei Wuxian murmured, kissing slow, soft touches up his length, stealing to the side, sometimes dropping lower if he felt he missed a spot. Wei Wuxian’s cheek, chin and nose brushed at various times as he moved, helping him get a better idea of its large shape and size. Fingers twisted into his hair, but didn’t pull, Lan Wangji’s hand trembling with every soft kiss.

Wei Wuxian’s slow drift up had finally found an end. His next kiss found Lan Wangji’s foreskin stretched back from his smooth tip, Wei Wuxian’s lips carefully sliding along the ridge of skin. The fingers in Wei Wuxian’s hair curled, and he smiled again, his next kiss pressing to the hot tip of Lan Wangji’s cock.

“Still angry?” Wei Wuxian asked, his question deliberately breathed against Lan Wangji’s swollen tip that felt very angry, burning hot against his sore lips. Lan Wangji didn’t answer, and Wei Wuxian had to wonder if he even could, his breath having become ragged on his meandering path up his cock.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji finally spoke, his voice a dark rasp as his hand moved down to Wei Wuxian’s cheek. “Is this how you were kissed?”

Wei Wuxian was light headed, wishing desperately to see Lan Wangji’s face. “No.”

“Your mouth was open.” Lan Wangji’s fingers found his lips, pressing against them until he yielded and opened. “And a tongue entered you…”

Panting, Wei Wuxian whimpered as two of Lan Wangji’s fingers pushed inside his mouth.

“Your tongue tangled and fought back… and you made the most quietest sounds of abandon…”

Wei Wuxian groaned, opening wider, saliva dripping from his lips as Lan Wangji used the fingers in his mouth to draw him down to his straining tip.

The head of his cock pressed against his open wide lips. Lan Wangji removed his fingers, only to press on the top of Wei Wuxian’s head, urging him deeper.

“Don’t stop. Kiss it like you kissed before,” Lan Wangji said hoarsely.

Delirious with need, Wei Wuxian tried, even though he knew that Lan Wangji’s cock was much thicker and longer than any tongue. He sank slowly onto his tip, wet lips contouring to his slick head, his tongue teasing close to greet the hot, straining flesh.

Lan Wangji’s fingers clutched at his hair, Wei Wuxian able to feel the muscles in his body grow tense and tighter with every lick he rubbed along Lan Wangji’s length. He let his tongue slide lower, breaching his sore lips to tease at the tight folds of Lan Wangji’s foreskin, then swallowed deeper, his eyebrows twisting as he realized just how thick Lan Wangji was, his lips stretched wide with each inch he managed to take in. Wei Wuxian directed his tip toward the back of his throat as he struggled to breathe through his nose and saliva dripped free.

Lan Wangji’s restraint cracked, his hips jerking once, even as his hand quickly grasped at Wei Wuxian’s face to keep him from choking.

“Wei Ying,” he groaned as Wei Wuxian’s tongue continued to rub and contour to the underside of his shaft. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good, for Wei Wuxian to take him in so readily, so deep. Having his hot, tight mouth on him like this was maddening, Lan Wangji’s need only growing with every wet, struggling sound of Wei Wuxian’s mouth.

Lan Wangji’s fingers clawed at Wei Wuxian’s hair, trying to warn him, pull him away. Wei Wuxian barely noticed, too busy with the new flavor that had teased into his senses, his tongue seeking it out. He kept his lips tight as he sought out Lan Wangji’s tip, tongue probing into the narrow slit, seeking the taste of his precum. He descended again, flat tongue rubbing along his tip and the underside of his shaft, Lan Wangji’s groan vibrating through the both of them.

“Wei Ying, I can’t… Just wait…” Lan Wangji’s eyes squeezed tight, unable to understand how quickly Wei Wuxian was bringing him to release. Lan Wangji gripped the side of his face, fingers digging in, rocking forward into his wet mouth, then sliding back, eyes slitted watching the blindfolded Wei Wuxian’s lips contour and stretch around his thick flesh.

He couldn’t last, not like this with Wei Wuxian looking so obscene as his mouth was shallowly fucked. It was everything Lan Wangji had ever wanted from his infuriating friend, and still, Wei Wuxian kept his lips sucked tight and tongue a firm pressure.

His orgasm hit him hard, Lan Wangji’s hips jerking roughly, his palm pressing against the back of Wei Wuxian’s head to hold him in place as he thrust toward the back of his throat.

Wei Wuxian fought a moan at the first splash of hot seed, his mouth opening wider to accommodate the increased inches of Lan Wangji’s cock pumping into him. Saliva and cum built at the back of his throat, but it wasn’t until the sudden press of Lan Wangji’s cock head against his tonsils that his throat spasmed, choking him. He pulled back quickly, Lan Wangji’s length emptying from his mouth as he coughed roughly.

Wei Wuxian groaned as a wet stream of cum streaked over his cheek and nose, his mouth wide in heavy gasps. His face burned red as he leaned against Lan Wangji’s hip to recover.

SCENE #7: first positions

“Lan Zhan.”

Wei Wuxian’s bound hands raised up as he blindly sought to pull Lan Wangji down to him, feeling his long legs wobble as Lan Wangji knelt in front of him. Wei Wuxian sought his gasping lips, kissing Lan Wangji roughly, a need burning in him that had him driving his tongue into his mouth while fighting with the tight ribbon around his wrists.

“The blindfold,” Wei Wuxian rasped, groaning as Lan Wangji ran hot hands down his chest and abdomen, then pulled at the closures of his trousers. Wei Wuxian growled when cool air hit his legs, his pants pulled from him, but he still couldn’t see. “Lan Zhan,” he called, his chest heaving for air and head turning, trying to find where Lan Wangji had moved to.

“Boots first,” Lan Wangji countered, very interested in stripping Wei Wuxian before he could regain his senses enough to resist. The soft leather of his black boots gave readily, Wei Wuxian going so far as to maneuver to help him get them off. Taking in every nude inch of him, Lan Wangji paused, his hands skimming down, sliding along the outer muscles of Wei Wuxian’s hips and thighs, moving closer so he could line their bodies up, desperately wanting to feel him against his flesh. He gripped Wei Wuxian’s ass, pulling him close with a groan, Wei Wuxian’s hard length burning against his hip as Lan Wangji kissed him deeply.

Moaning into his mouth, Wei Wuxian nipped at Lan Wangji’s lush lower lip, then down, biting his chin and jaw. “Let me see you. Now. Right fucking now, Lan Zhan.”

Exhaling roughly, Lan Wangji’s agile fingers found the knotted ends of the blindfold at the back of Wei Wuxian’s head and began to pull them apart with unsteady tugs. His movements were weaker than before, and he didn’t bother fully untying the fabric, just loosened enough to push the blindfold up and off Wei Wuxian’s head.

The look in Wei Wuxian’s heated eyes once he finally caught sight of him had Lan Wangji feeling light headed. He couldn’t help but stare back, gaze slipping down to trace the cum streaked on Wei Wuxian’s flushed face, taking in his battered lips, wet, and used, and the tempting smirk just teasing at the edges. Lan Wangji combed fingers into his tussled hair and straightened Wei Wuxian’s dark locks absentmindedly.

Who knew Wei Wuxian’s very active mouth had a talent beyond talking nonsense? Lan Wangji found himself leaning forward, pressing a firm kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips, his eyelashes fluttering closed. It made sense. Wei Wuxian had always used his mouth to drive him mad, relentlessly and without mercy, and this wasn’t any different. The feel of his mouth on him making him cum was just as maddening, only in a far more enjoyable way.

Wei Wuxian’s tied hands slid between them, and Lan Wangji’s brows furrowed when he was slowly pushed back, Wei Wuxian’s hot mouth stolen away. Lan Wangji opened his eyes to find Wei Wuxian staring at him intently, looking like he was about to eat a feast as he put more space between them so he could drink in the sight of his nude form.

Nearly as pale as his discarded robes, Lan Wangji’s body was lithe, long muscle with an innate elegance that hid his near inhuman strength. His long, dark hair was a silky wave that draped over his shoulder, and Wei Wuxian was quick to push it back, wanting to see all of him. Lan Wangji was heavy lidded and languid at the moment, using a hand to brace on the ground to keep himself upright on his knees. He looked carved of semi-translucent jade, a work of erotic art that would have any dead body turn hot and breathing at the sight.

Looking at him silently for long minutes, Wei Wuxian finally said, “You’re like a life-sized statue of an immortal, Lan Zhan, carved from white jade. I can’t understand how anyone can be this beautiful.”

His lips tingling and mind a delicate haze of pleasure, Lan Wangji could only remind him, “I’m not a yao, Wei Ying.”

Refusing to comment on if he truly believed Lan Wangji was a statue come to life as a yao, or just his considerably sized cock, Wei Wuxian leaned forward, hot breath teasing on the flesh of Lan Wangji’s chest.

“Stay still.” Wei Wuxian dipped his head and pressed his parted lips to Lan Wangji’s closest nipple. He licked at the tiny bud until it began to reddened from the attention. Lan Wangji’s breath grew strained, encouraging him on as Wei Wuxian pulled back to find another tempting spot that needed to be tasted, drawn to his untouched nipple.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured, fingers teasing into Wei Wuxian’s hair as he sucked at his chest, latching onto his flat nipple and tonguing the bud relentlessly. Just when it felt as though the sensation would be too much, Wei Wuxian pulled away and slid down his body with tied hands to kiss and nip at the sharp planes of Lan Wangji’s abdomen and delve his tongue into the dip of his bellybutton. Lan Wangji’s breath quickened as hot breath teased to where his spent cock hung, fluttering along the overly sensitive flesh without making contact.

“You’re so big, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian said with awe in his voice, eyeing the way his saliva was drying on his dick. “There’s no way I even got half of you in my mouth.”

Thoughts hot on the memory, Lan Wangji reached for him, wanting to feel his lips again, but Wei Wuxian was still studying him and slipped his embrace to move to the side of his body.

Wei Wuxian inhaled deeply as he took in Lan Wangji’s toned, strong thighs and pert, very biteable ass. He realized having his hands bound wasn’t as bad as he first thought, and he grinned widely, feeling delirious as he bent down to run his tongue along the swell of Lan Wangji’s perfect ass.

Tensing as teeth nipped his ass cheek, Lan Wangji twisted at his waist to find Wei Wuxian leaning sideways, nearly parallel with the ground, sucking at the flesh of his ass while trying to keep from falling over. Pursing his lips, Lan Wangji leaned forward, stretching out on Wei Wuxian’s dark robe on the grass, his hair shimmering like water across his shoulder and down to the ground as he settled on his side.

Wei Wuxian followed him down silently, bound hands braced on Lan Wangji’s thigh as he continued to kiss, lick, and suck along his muscular ass cheeks and the length of his thighs to his heart’s content.

His head buzzing with each touch to Lan Wangji’s air-chilled skin, Wei Wuxian traced up his narrow hip with his tongue, nose crushed to give space to lick his tongue out as long as he wanted. He found the smooth furrow between hip and abdomen and licked up, teeth scraping the side of Lan Wangji’s tight waist. Finding the muscles patterned along his ribs, Wei Wuxian moved up his body on bare knees, kissing along each bump and dip, tongue running tireless paths.

Lan Wangji huffed softly when Wei Wuxian’s tongue teased along the edge of his armpit, his muscles twitching. He let his head fall back as he rested on his hand, slitted eyes watching intently as Wei Wuxian explored his body.

Reaching the crest of his shoulder, Wei Wuxian paused in his tormenting licks to stare down into Lan Wangji’s crystal eyes, noticing that all the anger had drained from him, possibly at the moment of his orgasm. It made him feel dazed and wild, knowing he had this impact on his usually unmovable friend.

“Lan Zhan, how many positions have you done?”

Lan Wangji reached his free hand to press along the flesh of Wei Wuxian’s upper thigh, long fingers gripping the muscles firmly. “I’ve tried a few from books, but I was always alone.”

Lan Wangji was indeed someone who studied erotic books to learn positions, and Wei Wuxian pressed his grin into his shoulder, very glad for it.

“Would you… want to try one with me?” Wei Wuxian asked, eyes flickering to meet Lan Wangji’s so he could see he wasn’t teasing.

“Mn.” Lan Wangji nodded, his gaze gaining heat as Wei Wuxian licked along his shoulder, sliding his hot tongue in long strokes, seeming to need something in his mouth to be content. “Which one, Wei Ying?”

Excitement bubbling in his core, Wei Wuxian shrugged. “You pick. I think it’s obvious you know more about this.”

Lan Wangji’s tongue drifted over his lips as he thought, his gaze moving down to the heavy length of Wei Wuxian’s cock waiting for release between his toned thighs.

“Do you have oil?” Lan Wangji asked, using a hand gesture mimicking masturbation to show what he meant.

Wei Wuxian blinked a few times, his mind grinding to a halt at the sight of Lan Wangji making a lewd gesture. “Uhh…” He grinned, bending down, kissing the hand that had just been doing something so interesting, tongue immediately sliding between Lan Wangji’s long fingers. “In my robe.” He couldn’t reach himself, but he used his tied hands to indicate the direction beneath Lan Wangji.

Twisting on the ground, Lan Wangji fished through the layers of black fabric, looking for inner pockets. He pulled out a slender porcelain bottle and pulled the stopper.

Wei Wuxian watched him curiously, chin resting on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “Lan Zhan, which positions do you practice alone?”

Glancing his way a moment, Lan Wangji poured sweet smelling oil into the palm of his hand and replaced the stopper, then began to coat his fingers thoroughly.

“Will you show me? Please?” Wei Wuxian pressed, his dark eyes caught on the mesmerizing way Lan Wangji’s long fingers slipped in oil, sometimes squelching as he coated each digit.

Lan Wangji pushed himself up into a sitting position, Wei Wuxian sitting back on his knees to let him. “I practice positions to find the pleasure spot inside of men.” He met Wei Wuxian’s heated dark eyes. “It takes certain angles and flexibility when alone.”

Wei Wuxian’s gaze traveled down Lan Wangji’s muscular body, noticing his cock was half hard resting on his balls, and saliva and streaks of cum had dripped a wet trail to where his thighs met. “Show me. I want to watch you.”

Lan Wangji’s breath caught. “That wasn’t the position I meant, Wei Ying.” His crystal eyes suddenly flickered away and Lan Wangji looked strangely nervous.

Wei Wuxian was certain anything Lan Wangji did was sexy. Him looking moments from blushing only made it more so.

“We can do any position you want,” Wei Wuxian promised. He held his tied hands up, smiling wickedly. “You can do whatever you want to me, Lan Zhan. But I also want to see you, see the things you like.”

Licking his lips nervously, Lan Wangji eventually nodded.

“I’ll show you the Jade Gate Reversed,” Lan Wangji finally said. “Just… I’ve never done this in front of someone. It’s…”

He was embarrassed, Wei Wuxian realized with a hot jolt. “Are you worried I’ll tease you?”

“It’s all you ever do.” Lan Wangji shot him a pointed look. “Put your arms over your head and lie back. On the cloak so you’re not hurt.”

Wei Wuxian grinned at that. “Lan Zhan, it’s just dirt.” But he did as he was told, keeping his tied hands over his head as he stretched out, mesmerized as he watched Lan Wangji place his legs on both sides of him, kneeling over his body. Wei Wuxian bit his lower lip, watching Lan Wangji flex, bending forward over him, hair teasing across his bare chest as Lan Wangji extended one arm out wide, his shoulder lengthening, then reached his hands back around his outer thigh to, presumably, push into his entrance. Wei Wuxian could only guess, unable to see from his current position.

Lan Wangji gasped, his breath coming out in fast pants, and Wei Wuxian was drawn to his face, finding his fine features touched with embarrassment. Wei Wuxian wanted to kiss him, but Lan Wangji was engrossed in what he was doing and he didn’t want to interrupt. Instead, he watched as Lan Wangji made a new noise, jolted, and his expression changed to that of delirious pleasure.

His own eyebrows twisting in sympathy, Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji’s captivating lips parted to release another gasping, aching cry. “It feels good?” he asked, unable to miss how Lan Wangji in pleasure looked a lot like him in pain.

“So good,” Lan Wangji gasped out, his eyes squeezed shut, head tilted low, muscles tense. His hips flexed down, Lan Wangji resting along the length of Wei Wuxian, their bare flesh heating where they touched. Sweat dripped down Lan Wangji’s face and neck, glistening on his skin as he found the spot inside him and stroked it.

Lingering over every new revealed detail, Wei Wuxian drew in a slow, unsteady breath. Lan Wangji was beautiful like this, even more so than usual, looking like he was going to come apart at any moment. Wei Wuxian’s fingers itched to touch him everywhere, his breath coming out faster the longer he watched Lan Wangji gasp and jolt over him.

“Do you… do you do this a lot?” Wei Wuxian asked. He really hoped Lan Wangji did this all the time, finding pleasure inside himself every time he masturbated.

His eyelashes flickering open, Lan Wangji’s unshielded features turned embarrassed again, his movements slowing as he met Wei Wuxian’s watching gaze. “More lately,” he admitted quietly.

Wei Wuxian found this one of the best expressions of Lan Wangji’s so far, and he couldn’t help but tease. “Thinking of anyone in particular?”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed out in warning, but Wei Wuxian was ready to twist his intentions.

“Of course. Thinking of me,” Wei Wuxian declared before leaning up to catch Lan Wangji’s lips with his own.

Lan Wangji gasped against his mouth, his entire body jerking, a loud moan following as his hand moved inside him. Wei Wuxian felt his cock harden where it was resting on his abdomen. Whatever Lan Wangji was doing to himself was making him hard again, and Wei Wuxian desperately wanted to help.

Lan Wangji’s gasps were turning into a near constant stream of low moans. It was maddening, and Wei Wuxian pulled at his wrists even though he knew he couldn’t break free. “Lan Zhan, let me do this to you,” Wei Wuxian demanded breathlessly. “I want to make you feel this good.”

Lan Wangji was lost in a state of tormented bliss, his brows furrowed, hips rocking as he heaved for air. “Soon,” he got out, his sweat damp forehead resting on Wei Wuxian’s. “I need to stretch more.”

“Stretch…?” His tongue teasing over the sharp edge of his teeth, Wei Wuxian realized he had missed something about what was about to happen.

“Lan Zhan, turn so I can see.”

Lan Wangji’s movements stilled and his breath came out in a surprised blast. “I don’t… that is… What?” Refusing to meet Wei Wuxian’s gaze, Lan Wangji shook his head, his loose hair floating around his shoulders.

He really was sexy when embarrassed. Wei Wuxian turned his face to match the direction Lan Wangji was trying to hide from him, finding him breathing against his hair. “I want to see what you’re doing, Lan Zhan. Why are you being so shy?”

Panting heavily, Lan Wangji removed the fingers from his entrance, his eyes fixed away from Wei Wuxian. “I don’t know why. I just am… I’ve never…”

“Let me see,” Wei Wuxian whispered hotly. “Turn.”

Tongue flicking out to lick the sweat from his upper lip, Lan Wangji finally met Wei Wuxian’s waiting gaze. “Wei Ying, you’ll… you’ll be seeing inside me.”

Smirking at just how flustered Lan Wangji had become, Wei Wuxian suddenly opened his mouth wide. At the confused look he got, Wei Wuxian said, “You’ve been inside my mouth, Lan Zhan.” He pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji’s jaw. “Come on, I want to see your pleasure spot.”

His gaze once again dancing away, Lan Wangji pursed his lips. “You can’t see it, only feel it. It’s deep inside.”

Wei Wuxian immediately pulled at his bonds, moving his arms above so Lan Wangji could reach them. “Then untie me.” The more Lan Wangji tried to deter him, the more Wei Wuxian really needed to touch Lan Wangji there.

“No.” At Wei Wuxian’s disappointed pout, Lan Wangji bent down to kiss his lips, waiting until Wei Wuxian was sighing into his mouth before he tried again. “Wei Ying, I have a plan. Can you let me get through stretching, and then we’ll do the position?”

Inhaling deeply at the idea, Wei Wuxian offered instead, “Stretch so I can see what you’re doing. How can I help you next time if you don’t show me how?”

“Next time…?” Ducking his head, emotions flashed across Lan Wangji’s face too quickly to read.

“Duh,” Wei Wuxian said, barely catching Lan Wangji’s whisper. “Come on, Lan Zhan. Turn already.

Nodding silently, Lan Wangji lifted up on his knees, staring down at Wei Wuxian with an unreadable expression before hooking his knee over his body and turning, adjusting until he was straddling Wei Wuxian’s hips, but now facing his feet. The muscles of his back rippled as he went to fold forward, but Wei Wuxian’s voice stopped him.

“Closer, Lan Zhan.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed out sharply, mortified. “You ask too much!”

Wei Wuxian snorted. He was pretty sure it was Lan Wangji’s own fault for looking so damn sexy when embarrassed, but he wasn’t about to tell him that.

“Sit on my chest, Lan Zhan. Stop being timid.” Lan Wangji didn’t budge, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help his shock. “Didn’t you strip naked in the woods just to prove you didn’t have a yao in your pants? But this is too much?” Wei Wuxian peered at Lan Wangji’s back carefully. “Are you sure what you’re doing feels good?”

Silent for long moments, his head bowed forward, Lan Wangji finally said, “It feels good.”

“Then why are you embarrassed?” Wei Wuxian pressed. “Do you think I don’t want you to feel good? Lan Zhan, I think I could cum from watching you like this. I just want to learn how it feels good for you.”

It wasn’t an unconvincing argument, but Lan Wangji still hesitated, sighing heavily as he slid back along Wei Wuxian’s stretched out form. He stopped after only moving a little, ending up over Wei Wuxian’s bellybutton, his shoulders hunched forward and head low.

“Closer,” Wei Wuxian coaxed, his gaze fixed on the oil glistening on Lan Wangji’s skin beneath the curve of his ass and shimmering slick on the inside of his strong thighs. “Lan Zhan… can I kiss you there?”

His brows furrowed and lips parted, Lan Wangji went still, his hair draped over his face. “Even though I’m a man?”

Wei Wuxian blinked at that. “Lan Zhan, did you think I somehow forgot when seeing the front of you with your giant yao penis?”

“It is not a yao—”

“But it is a man’s, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian emphasized in exasperation. “I was not too long ago licking every inch of you. I know what you are.”

Lan Wangji was silent, absorbing his words. “You call me beautiful, and I wonder if you see something else,” he admitted quietly.

“A beautiful man,” Wei Wuxian assured without hesitation. That Lan Wangji could think otherwise was confusing. Maybe because he had been so insistent that Wei Wuxian couldn’t like men to the point of heartbreak, which was nonsense because he obviously liked Lan Wangji more than he had ever liked anyone. “Or do you not think I’m beautiful?” Wei Wuxian asked, wondering if he should be using a different word.

Huffing, Lan Wangji glanced at Wei Wuxian over his shoulder. His expression lightened on seeing him, Lan Wangji’s gaze sliding over Wei Wuxian with arms above his head, pausing on his flushed face, dark eyes, and swollen lips. “You are enchantingly beautiful, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile at such a compliment from one as beautiful as Lan Wangji. “Come closer so I can see how beautiful you are,” Wei Wuxian called softly. He knew whatever doubts Lan Wangji had were gone when he moved lithe and light over his chest and folded forward, Lan Wangji’s face inches from his bobbing length, ass pressed against Wei Wuxian’s chin.

It wasn’t the easiest angle, especially without his hands free, but Wei Wuxian was happy to make it work and craned his neck to lick as deep as he could into Lan Wangji’s well oiled crack, pressing his face tight to his hot cheeks.

Lan Wangji’s keen cry had him gasping, even the softest touch had his overly sensitive skin burning. Reaching higher, Wei Wuxian tried to maneuver so his nose was free enough to breathe as he thrust his tongue along the sensitive edge of Lan Wangji’s entrance, finding the taut skin hot and smooth against the texture of his tongue, his insides molten hot and slick. There was something about the deep stretch to his jaw, the way Lan Wangji pressed back, trying to get his tongue deeper, that had Wei Wuxian’s blood pounding in his ears. Breath feathered hot on his erection, silky strands of hair tickling his flesh when Lan Wangji rocked back against his face to feel his touch deeper, something Wei Wuxian was realizing with frustration wasn’t going to happen in this position.

Tongue sore from being stretched so far and lips tingling, Wei Wuxian let his head fall back as he rested his cramped neck a moment. “Lan Zhan, show me.”

Wei Wuxian was expecting one, maybe two long, oil-slick fingers to slide into him. Lan Wangji pushed four into his entrance without hesitating, Wei Wuxian groaning at the sight. His fingers scissored carefully, pulling him open wider, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but lean up again, ignoring the ache in his neck to try to add his tongue to the mix of fingers inside him.

Lan Wangji kept gasping, the sound vibrating and growing louder when his fingers stroked a spot deep inside, his hand sinking into his sucking entrance to reach.

Unable to keep his hands away any longer, Wei Wuxian pulled his arms down from above his head and slid his tied hands along Lan Wangji’s flexing lower back, pulling down to run first thumbs and then fingertips into his spread open crease. He found Lan Wangji’s hand stretching his oiled entrance wide, and teased his fingers along the stretched edge of skin. Lan Wangji whimpered at the touch of his fingers trying to slip into him, pressing him open wider, and he fell forward from the overwhelm of sensations, gasping lips tight to the base of Wei Wuxian’s cock as fingers teased deeper.

It was all too much. Wei Wuxian needed Lan Wangji so badly, he could barely breathe. “Lan Zhan, I want to touch you. This is maddening!” he growled roughly.

His hips rocking enticingly, Lan Wangji’s hand emptied from his entrance with his moan, one Wei Wuxian felt vibrate through his cock. Wei Wuxian watched with his breath caught in his chest as Lan Wangji pushed up onto his arms and turned to look at him over his shoulder. “It’s enough.”

“Let me touch you.” Wei Wuxian grasped at one of Lan Wangji’s muscular ass cheeks, the hot flesh slipping out of his grip from the oil. “I can’t wait anymore.”

The shadow of a smile teased across Lan Wangji’s full lips. “I know. You’re someone who wants things more when he can’t have them.”

Realizing he wasn’t about to win this battle, Wei Wuxian pouted, his eyes moodily following Lan Wangji’s every move as he got up and moved down Wei Wuxian’s body to turn and spread his legs so he was kneeling over him. Wei Wuxian wanted to complain about him being so far away again, but his eyes were caught on Lan Wangji’s erect cock, the flesh hard and dripping precum from having that spot touched inside him so many times.

“But also… this is new for me,” Lan Wangji added hesitantly, meeting Wei Wuxian’s dark eyes. “I’ve never… and there are different angles, and…” he exhaled slowly, trying to calm the heat building through him the longer Wei Wuxian stared at him. “I won’t be able to concentrate if you’re… if you’re touching me,” he finished anxiously.

He might have been nervous, but Lan Wangji’s beautiful crystal eyes were alight with an excitement new to Wei Wuxian. Heat rushing through him, Wei Wuxian folded at his waist to lift his upper body up without the help of his arms. Lan Wangji leaned forward to meet him and placed a kiss to his lips.

“Lan Zhan, can I touch you after?”

“Yes.” His long lashes fluttering down, Lan Wangji pursed his lips nervously. “For now, can you do everything to keep this hard?” he asked, reaching down Wei Wuxian’s body to find his heavy cock tinted deep red with need to stroke it.

Breath coming out in a rushed blast, Wei Wuxian fell back, his head nodding emphatically. “That’s an easy thing when you’re around.” He watched with heavy eyelids as Lan Wangji found the discarded bottle of oil and opened it again, his long fingers now turned to tormenting Wei Wuxian’s ruddy length, slicking every inch while pulling gasps and moans from him.

Wei Wuxian realized the problem, every touch to his cock by Lan Wangji’s nimble, slick fingers moving up and down his length driving him toward release. “Enough,” he rasped out. “That feels too good.”

Satisfied with his work, Lan Wangji straddled his lap and directed Wei Wuxian’s dripping cock to his entrance. Heat burned through Wei Wuxian when he realized Lan Wangji was going to ride him, use his cock until he found his release. He fought to keep his eyes open as Lan Wangji slowly sheathed onto his tip, and heat and pressure tightened around him from all sides.

“Lan Zhan,” he gasped out as Lan Wangji sank deeper. Lan Wangji took more inches in with head thrown back and mouth open in a silent moan, lost in the sensation of being filled.

He was beautiful, sweat streaking down his pale flesh, muscles tense and shaking, hands gripping mindlessly at Wei Wuxian’s hips. Wei Wuxian couldn’t look away, his breath coming out in ragged puffs as he did everything to keep from giving into the hot, tight pressure sucking his cock in deeper.

“Lan Zhan, does it hurt?” Wei Wuxian asked once he was certain his words would form properly. Lan Wangji’s delicate brow was furrowed as if he were in pain, the noises he was making too uncontrolled to be clear.

“No pain,” Lan Wangji promised, his breath coming out in rough pants. “It’s… it’s torment,” he groaned.

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian whispered. Did Lan Wangji even know what he was saying, considering he kept calling him tormenting? Was this the feeling he meant? His face and chest flushing heat, Wei Wuxian knew he wouldn’t stop now. He would tease Lan Wangji mercilessly if this was the torment he was complaining about.

Lan Wangji’s hands slipped on the muscles of Wei Wuxian’s abdomen as he tried to adjust to the feel of being stretched. “You’re big… I didn’t expect… Oh, oh again,” he pleaded when Wei Wuxian rocked his hips up.

“Lan Zhan, untie me.” Wei Wuxian was certain he was going to lose his mind if he wasn’t allowed to touch Lan Wangji.

Mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “patience,” Lan Wangji arched over him, his hips rising momentarily before his heat completely engulfed Wei Wuxian’s length as he sheathed down fully.

Wei Wuxian had to hold his breath, his orgasm threatening to hit from being so thoroughly engulfed in clenching heat, Lan Wangji’s rumbling groan only making things more dire. There was no way he was going to last if Lan Wangji kept making noises like that.

Lan Wangji was too lost in the sensation of being filled to notice, his channel aching from the stretch and pressure. When he could pry his eyes open, he found Wei Wuxian staring up at him like he were some beautiful god instead of the lovestruck fool who took far too long to tell him how he felt.

Wei Wuxian rocked up and Lan Wangji grasped onto him, changing the angle of his hips, gasping out as his prostate was reached from the new angle. He rocked experimentally, ass clenching and precum gushing when Wei Wuxian’s length found that spot again.

“More… Wei Ying, again,” Lan Wangji gasped, pressing back, trying to get him deeper inside, his muscles clenching impossibly tight. Now that he was riding him, Lan Wangji wished he hadn’t been so shy and had left Wei Wuxian’s wrists free so he could have his hands on him.

Wei Wuxian flexed his hips up again, Lan Wangji pressing down to meet his thrusts. Having Wei Wuxian’s powerful movements undulating him on his cock had Lan Wangji moaning, scraping nails along Wei Wuxian’s abs and hips as the angle hit the spot inside him again and again, his entrance clenching and head spinning each time .

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian called roughly, trying and failing to stop the fire spiraling through him the tighter Lan Wangji squeezed around him.

When Lan Wangji cracked his eyes open, he found Wei Wuxian flushed and gasping, the tension in his thighs and abs growing right before Wei Wuxian’s hips jerked erratically, cock thrusting up into him in hard jolts, grinding into his passage as he came.

Eyebrows twisting, Lan Wangji moaned, overwhelmed at the realization that Wei Wuxian’s seed was filling him, dripping inside. Lan Wangji tried to push back, wanting to feel him deeper, only to whimper when he realized Wei Wuxian’s once iron hard length was softening.

Worried he might hurt him, Lan Wangji shifted his hips forward, mouth open in a silent groan as he carefully pulled off of Wei Wuxian’s length and was left empty and aching.

His head thrown back and chest heaving to catch his breath, Wei Wuxian was surprised to find a pout on Lan Wangji’s mouth when he bent forward to kiss him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Inhaling his scent in, Lan Wangji kissed a gentle line of kisses up the side of Wei Wuxian’s nose and along his eyebrow. “You came from the feel of being inside me. It’s everything I wanted.”

His thoughts moving too slow, Wei Wuxian tilted his head back to confirm Lan Wangji was still indeed making a confusing, adorable expression that had his heart melting. “Lan Zhan, you’re pouting. Something is wrong.”

His pout unconsciously growing, Lan Wangji kissed Wei Wuxian’s cheek and moved down his jaw. “I wanted us to come together,” he admitted, hiding his face against Wei Wuxian’s neck.

Wei Wuxian’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as he peered down at the top of Lan Wangji’s head, his silky hair in disarray. Not only was Lan Wangji heartsick over him, but apparently he was also a romantic about things like this.

That, or he was still hard and unwilling to say something…

Decided that either option had the same result, Wei Wuxian moved his tied wrists down and stared at Lan Wangji expectantly. Lan Wangji propped himself up enough that he could uncoil the delicate knots he had made in his hair ribbon. He sighed as he finally pulled free the ribbon that had kept Wei Wuxian behaving so well so far, and gently discarded it on the ground.

Anticipation brimmed heady through Wei Wuxian, and the moment his hands were free, he reached down Lan Wangji’s sweat soaked form and grabbed his ass to pull him up his body. Lan Wangji stared down at him with wide eyes as fingers probed into his entrance.

“Tell me when I find it,” Wei Wuxian murmured, certain Lan Wangji’s expression would reveal when he found the pleasure spot inside of him before his words could.

He carefully stretched fingers into Lan Wangji, finding his insides hot, the thin skin of his entrance stretched out from Wei Wuxian’s cock, and every inch of him coated in a mixture of oil and his seed. Remembering how Lan Wangji had taken him in and the direction his fingers had been before, Wei Wuxian pressed two fingers deeper inside and stroked along his inner wall until he found a spongy spot that had Lan Wangji jerking and crying out in his embrace.

“Found you.” Wei Wuxian exhaled heavily, feeling very pleased with himself when Lan Wangji’s features twisted into an expression of tormented pleasure with his next carefully placed stroke.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji moaned, his thighs spreading wider and arms shaking as he tried to hold himself up and press back against his fingers. Wei Wuxian let him, just as interested in watching Lan Wangji fuck himself on his hand as he had been when he was riding his cock. Lan Wangji kept making the most aching noises, his expression pure torment, his parted lips flushed and sweat dripping clear liquid down his neck and chest as he rocked. It all had Wei Wuxian obsessed.

Lan Wangji’s cock twitched, lifting higher from where it was pressed to Wei Wuxian’s chest. Wei Wuxian stroked inside him again, watching with interest as precum flowed from his tip and dribbled down his length. It had to be connected to the spot inside him, and Wei Wuxian stroked it again and again, watching as more precum flowed and Lan Wangji gasped and shook.

Licking his lips, Wei Wuxian couldn’t resist the urge to pull Lan Wangji further up his body, gripping him by his hips to help lead his bobbing cock head to his lips. His taste was even stronger this time, Wei Wuxian licking to find the dribbling precum quickly threatening to overwhelm him. Lan Wangji moaned at the touch of Wei Wuxian’s lips engulfing him, pulling his straining length into his burning wet mouth while fingers again plunged into his opening and sought out the spot inside him.

“Wei… Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji mumbled weakly, his knees on either side of Wei Wuxian’s neck, head lolling forward and hands gripping Wei Wuxian’s shoulder and dark hair roughly. “There!” he gasped again when Wei Wuxian stroked inside him. “There… don’t—harder,” he groaned. “Ah, yao… yao faster… more…”

His eyebrows rising, Wei Wuxian sought out where Lan Wangji was swaying above him, pure nonsense spilling from his perfectly swollen lips as he came undone. Wei Wuxian stroked the spot again, relishing the feel of Lan Wangji clenching around his hand just as he had around his cock.

Curious about just how fast Lan Wangji wanted, Wei Wuxian rubbed along the spot in quick motions, his breath stuttering as Lan Wangji’s hips jerked and he fought to maintain hot suction around his thick cock.

Wei Wuxian groaned as his hair was yanked painfully, Lan Wangji’s cock withdrawing partially when he changed the angle of his hips and ground back hard against Wei Wuxian’s fingers. Fairly certain he was about to cum just by going off the way the underside of Lan Wangji’s cock tensed, Wei Wuxian opened wider and added a third finger to the two already deep in Lan Wangji’s entrance.

“Yes… harder,” Lan Wangji cried out, his hips slamming forward, Wei Wuxian’s restraining arms the only thing keeping him from burying his spurting cock deep into his throat.

Cum streamed hot gushes onto his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Wei Wuxian groaning, saliva-thinned white seed streaming from where his lips were tight around Lan Wangji’s shaft. He breathed heavily through his nose, his mouth too full from everything Lan Wangji had given him to trust himself not to choke. He held his position the best he could, holding pressure with his fingers and mouth while Lan Wangji’s thrashing movements slowed and he began to come back to himself.

Wei Wuxian let his head fall back, Lan Wangji’s cock popping free from his wet mouth with a noise. He swallowed down the flood of fluids in his mouth carefully, wanting to avoid coughing this time. He looked up to find Lan Wangji panting, staring down at him adoringly, the fire in his eyes more heated than ever.

Wei Wuxian was certain there was nothing sexier than Lan Wangji coming from the feel of the spot inside him touched. He wanted to see him like that all the time, every expression, every noise, and every hungry demand that came with it.

Lan Wangji’s hand suddenly unclenched, releasing the death grip he had on Wei Wuxian’s hair. He gently combed along his sore scalp in apology. As if all his muscles had given out together, Lan Wangji slid down Wei Wuxian’s chest and abdomen, folding over and resting on top of him heavily. Lan Wangji’s mouth found his neck and sucked gently at the marks he had made, while Wei Wuxian sighed in contentment and ran fingers down his back and ass, seeking out his slick entrance lazily.

Lan Wangji’s breath hitched when fingers pressed inside him, his languid expression turning to torment once again as the spot inside him was stroked. Watching him gasp, Wei Wuxian was certain this was what he’d been looking for every time he had teased Lan Wangji mercilessly, just not knowing until he had finally found it. To discover this expression, this desperate response, had his heart feeling too big in his chest as Lan Wangji quaked under his touch.

“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji reached back to grab his wrist, trying to still Wei Wuxian’s ceaseless tormenting, every inch of him shaking. Wei Wuxian stroked his spot again, Lan Wangji mewling and clenching around his hand.

“Wei Ying… I cannot… cannot think… cannot breathe…” Lan Wangji rasped in his ear, bending down, mouth moving to slide lips along his jaw. “It feels maddening… tormenting…” Lan Wangji’s hips jolted and somehow his insatiable cock was ready again, growing plump and hard.

“I want to torment you forever,” Wei Wuxian whispered against Lan Wangji’s parted lips. “But you can torment me too, Lan Zhan. Just to be fair.”

Now that Wei Wuxian knew what it was like, how undone Lan Wangji became that he babbled nonsense from the touch of his fingers and cock, he would never stop, not in this life or the next.

“Turn over,” Lan Wangji kissed against his chin.

Blinking, Wei Wuxian considered tiredly. He was very comfortable, Lan Wangji a suffocating weight of flesh and fluids, his lips moving over his face, ass spread on his lower abdomen oozing his seed where Wei Wuxian had plunged fingers deep inside.

Wei Wuxian sighed heavily. “Lan Zhan, let me touch you more first.”

Teeth scraped the lobe of his ear, and Lan Wangji grasped Wei Wuxian’s wrist with enough strength and determination to pull his fingers free of his entrance this time. “Trust me. Turn over, Wei Ying, and I’ll show you torment.”

SCENE #8: teaching torment

Although his muscles felt like goo and his skin was buzzing with pleasure, Lan Wangji’s words were a hot jolt to Wei Wuxian’s dick. He would have done anything in that moment to learn what Lan Wangji meant. Decided, Wei Wuxian half rolled, half let Lan Wangji roll him until grass was prickling at his chest.

Lan Wangji settled on his back, draping over him lazily, still too tired to move much. “Have you really never?” he asked, his lips brushing hot to Wei Wuxian’s ear.

“Never what?” Holding back a smirk, Wei Wuxian kept his eyes lowered, wondering just what he might be able to get Lan Wangji to say in that moment.

“Touch yourself there?” Lan Wangji slid a hot hand down Wei Wuxian’s lower back, his fingers gripping tighter and stopping as he reached the swell of his ass.

“Where?” Wei Wuxian kept his voice clueless even as he wiggled his hips.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured against his ear, an edge of anticipation in his voice. “Have you never touched your pleasure spot before?”

“Oh, that? Never.” Wei Wuxian ducked to hide his devilish grin in the tickling blades of grass. “You’re my first, Lan Zhan.”

A sharp inhale was his only warning before Lan Wangji sank teeth into the side of his neck, clamped tight, and refused to let go. Wei Wuxian’s breath caught, the complaint he was about to shout quickly turned into a low moan when Lan Wangji’s tongue rubbed over his captured flesh.

Lan Wangji didn’t bite just when he was angry, Wei Wuxian was discovering, but whenever his emotions were too strong to contain. It was a good gauge of how much control Lan Wangji had left, but only in regards to him. Wei Wuxian was gaining a similar problem, the feel of Lan Wangji’s skin under his tongue equally addictive.

“Why?” Lan Wangji pulled away to wipe at his flushed red lips. “Did it not interest you? Or could you not reach?”

Blinking slowly, Wei Wuxian lifted enough to turn his upper body, resting on an arm as he stared at Lan Wangji to watch his reactions. “I didn’t have the good books on this, Lan Zhan. What are they teaching you in Cloud Recesses? Much more interesting things than Nie Huaisang’s erotic books from Qinghe.”

His crystalline eyes narrowing, Lan Wangji leaned on his arms to meet Wei Wuxian’s smirk head on. “Maybe if you had bothered to study through our library, instead of being there for punishment, you would have found more enlightened reading.”

There was something about Lan Wangji’s tone that had hot thoughts wandering through Wei Wuxian’s mind, his mouth quick to tease. “Lan Zhan, is this why Lan Xichen was so desperate to preserve the library? He risked his life, was on the run for months, all to make sure this very important information was preserved…?” He flashed his teeth at Lan Wangji’s heated glare and asked innocently, “What?”

“I would gag you, but I like hearing you cry out too much,” Lan Wangji growled down at him.

Hot tension bubbled in his core as Wei Wuxian continued to weave his torment, his wicked smile languid and playful. “Lan Zhan, when you were overseeing my punishment in the library, what, exactly, were you reading?”

Lan Wangji leaned closer, his lips refusing to cross the distance as he answered quietly, “Not what you were reading, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian found it hard to breathe, his mind swimming with what that could mean. “But similar, yes? Just with men between the pages…?”

“I was reading meditations to not think about men,” Lan Wangji answered evenly, his gaze straying to Wei Wuxian’s parted lips. “Or more, to not think about a specifically tormenting, loud, attention seeking young man, who kept getting me into trouble.”

Very pleased to have Lan Wangji’s full attention now, Wei Wuxian licked his lips, watching Lan Wangji’s eyes follow the movement. “Did you want me then?”

“Yes.” Lan Wangji glared as he pulled his gaze up. “I wanted to break you, even if it broke me. You were infuriating.”

Thinking back, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but snicker, Lan Wangji’s annoyed expression only making it funnier. Once, Wei Wuxian had tricked Lan Wangji into breaking curfew. Lan Wangji was so furious, he had turned them both in, even though he earned an extra fifty strikes with the discipline ruler, all to make sure Wei Wuxian was punished.

“This is when the yao first possessed you,” Wei Wuxian said silkily, eyes tracing Lan Wangji’s features. “You know what too much pent up desire mixed with resentment can do, all concentrated in a very hungry, very angry organ.” Wei Wuxian leaned up so he could taunt in a sultry tone in Lan Wangji’s ear. “You’re going to need an exorcism, Lan Zhan.”

A low growl rumbling in his chest, Lan Wangji surged forward and roughly captured Wei Wuxian’s lips, kissing him until Wei Wuxian was so breathless, he couldn’t remember what he’d been saying.

“Get on your knees, Wei Ying.”

Kiss swollen lips twisting into a delirious smirk, Wei Wuxian didn’t resist when Lan Wangji tugged the outer length of his thighs up for him to raise his ass. His head and shoulders were pressed down until he was resting on his folded arms in front of him, dark eyes sparkling fire. Wei Wuxian exhaled deeply into the grass prickling his flesh, every inch of him buzzing in contentment and anticipation.

He wasn’t sure what came next, exactly, but Wei Wuxian was certain Lan Wangji could be trusted. Lan Wangji didn’t keep him waiting, his strong hands moving down his sides to massage the muscles of his ass cheeks and thighs.

Lan Wangji’s hands seemed determined to pull and push at him until every inch of his lower body was pliable and weak, Wei Wuxian full of soft sighs as he fought to keep his eyes opened. Palms moved up the muscles of his lower back, then back down to his ass, fingers digging in until he groaned. Any lingering tension drained away with each pass of Lan Wangji’s hands, Wei Wuxian left feeling boneless and lazy, his wobbling legs threatening to drop.

Teeth sank into the heated flesh of his ass cheek, and Wei Wuxian moaned lowly, his eyes falling shut, the darkness full of his heavy breathing. Something hot and wet teased along his crack, Wei Wuxian tilting his head as thumbs pressed between his cheeks and the wet thing followed to slide into him, pressing to his entrance.

“Lan Zhan…?” It hit him with a dizzying wave of heat when he realized what it was, Wei Wuxian biting his wrist and groaning. It was one thing for Wei Wuxian to do that to Lan Wangji—he’d never been afraid to get dirty. But his pristine, oh-so-proper Lan Zhan, who never even got spots on his white robes, kneeling behind him and teasing his tongue inside…? Wei Wuxian groaned again. It was too wanton, too dirty, and he was rock hard from the very thought.

Wei Wuxian pushed up on unsteady arms, Lan Wangji’s hands gripping his hips to keep him from jolting him too much. When Wei Wuxian craned to look back, he could only find a limited view of Lan Wangji, his silky hair shimmering, long fingers gripping his ass tight. Wei Wuxian could hear a wet noise that coincided with the hot sensations making his blood burn.

“Lan Zhan…”

“Face forward, Wei Ying. You’re going to fall.”

He was, and he didn’t care. Wei Wuxian desperately needed to be able to see what Lan Wangji was doing. “Let me see you,” he called, his voice sounding wrecked.

Lan Wangji’s response took long moments to come. “Wei Ying, I’m trying to do something.”

Licking his lips, Wei Wuxian tried again, not sure how to convey just how important this was. “Lan Zhan… please.”

Hot breath huffed into his crease and Lan Wangji licked up, going past his entrance, tongue hot and firm as it teased where Wei Wuxian’s skin stretched taut between his cheeks, then licked up his tailbone and spine.

Wei Wuxian’s throat felt tight the moment Lan Wangji and his tongue came into view, his arms shaking to find the man flushed from exertion with just a touch of embarrassment on his fine features. Lan Wangji’s hair was a silky mess, sweat pasting wayward strands to his forehead and face.

Lan Wangji’s eyes burned into his on meeting his gaze. He kissed the top of Wei Wuxian’s cheek, waiting to see what he wanted, but Wei Wuxian continued to stare at him, enraptured.

“Wei Ying, you are never this quiet.”

His throat too raw to speak, Wei Wuxian nodded silently.

Considering him a long moment, Lan Wangji licked along his tailbone and scraped his teeth around the edge of his ass cheek. “More?”

“Y-Yeah,” Wei Wuxian managed to get out, his eyelashes dipping to follow the movements of Lan Wangji’s tongue.

“Lean down,” Lan Wangji ordered. “Wei Ying, you’re shaking.” Pushing taller onto his knees, Lan Wangji reached up to press on the nape of Wei Wuxian’s neck and lead him down until he was resting his head on his folded arms again, ass up in offering, cock painfully hard and swaying.

Lan Wangji’s tongue returned in earnest, his thumbs stretching him open to allow room to plunge deep into Wei Wuxian’s entrance. Tearing at the grass, Wei Wuxian did everything to keep from reaching for Lan Wangji and grinding against him as hard as he needed to in that moment.

Lan Wangji’s heated breath pulled away, followed by his thumbs, and something drizzled cool along his crack. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flickered open, his breathing increasing in speed as fingers slid into the oil and probed between his cheeks. Two fingertips rubbed the slick liquid along the length of his opening in slow swirls until the oil was as hot as their skin. Wei Wuxian’s entrance yielded to the firm pressure, stretching slowly, the oil coating where Lan Wangji’s fingers sank inside him.

Groaning from the first touch of oil slick fingers rubbing along the inner walls of his channel, Wei Wuxian pressed his forehead to the ground as everything tilted for a moment. He knew this wasn’t his pleasure spot with Lan Wangji just barely teasing fingers inside, but something about the burning stretch had him aching and needing more. He wanted to ask Lan Wangji why, but his mouth wasn’t working, nor his normally sharp brain. Wei Wuxian’s entire focus was consumed by the two fingers slowly breaching into him, pushing deeper with careful yet unrelenting pressure.

When Lan Wangji’s fingers bottomed out, he held them there, Wei Wuxian panting roughly as his channel clenched around the digits. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to push them out or pull them in, his body feeling beyond his control.

Hair tickled along his back when Lan Wangji moved up his body and leaned over him, his mouth pressing kisses to the dip of Wei Wuxian’s shoulder as he continued to hold fingers inside his spasming entrance. “How is it?” Lan Wangji withdrew his fingers by inches and pushed in again, reaching deeper. “Still no words?”

His voice failing him, Wei Wuxian let his hips move the next time Lan Wangji’s fingers did, both of them groaning when Wei Wuxian pressed back to drive him in deeper.

Lan Wangji leaned over his back and kissed hot touches to Wei Wuxian’s neck, jaw, and ear. “Tell me if you like this or not, Wei Ying. Do not humor me.”

His eyebrows twisting at the very notion that he could somehow disguise how he felt about any of this, Wei Wuxian parted his lips to speak, but nothing came out but another groan when Lan Wangji moved his fingers inside him.

“Wei Ying… say something,” Lan Wangji insisted.

“More,” Wei Wuxian croaked out, not sure if the noise was even recognizable as language.

“More?”

“More,” Wei Wuxian repeated clearer this time.

Kissing the side of his neck in relief, Lan Wangji mouthed hungrily over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders while lining another slick finger into his entrance to push three inside. Wei Wuxian whimpered at the new thickness of knuckles and stretching agony, his back arching as his channel was opened wider, feeling every inch.

“Fuck, Lan Zhan… Fuck.” Moaning uncontrollably, Wei Wuxian pushed back as Lan Wangji pushed forward. “Why… why does it feel like this?” he groaned.

“You’re tight… untouched,” Lan Wangji explained against his flesh. “It takes time to adjust.”

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian groaned, his fingers digging into the soil as his hips rocked.

Lan Wangji stared down at Wei Wuxian’s bowed head as he moved his fingers deeper in careful strokes, watching his shoulders tremble as he stretched him, giving him more to open to. He found the spot inside that made Wei Wuxian cry out, his channel clenching tight around his fingers.

“Lan Zhan…”

“Breathe,” Lan Wangji murmured, pressing his chest to Wei Wuxian’s back so he could feel him quake when he stroked his prostate again. “I want to get four in you.”

“Fuck…” Wei Wuxian tried his best to breathe, his teeth clamping onto his wrist when Lan Wangji pushed four fingers into his sore, slow to stretch flesh. It felt maddening, his channel too full, Lan Wangji’s fingers too big, stretching into him and growing even thicker the nearer to his palm. When Lan Wangji had taken this amount, he had made it look easy. But then, Lan Wangji was known for his stoic nature, and even he had been a shaking mess by the time he came.

White flashed behind his eyes as Lan Wangji brushed the spot inside him. Wei Wuxian groaned loudly, his clenched channel making everything feel too big and tight. “Fuck… fuck,” he gasped, vaguely aware that his twitching cock was dripping precum.

Lan Wangji pulled his fingers out inch by slow inch, letting Wei Wuxian’s entrance have a moment to notice the emptiness, before pushing back in and filling him all over again. It was a delicious torture, Wei Wuxian pushing back to bury the fingers deeper even as he groaned from the excessive stretch. Lan Wangji’s breath was hot on his neck as he did the same move again and slid his fingers until fingertips alone remained, then pushed back inside him, stroking his insides deep. Wei Wuxian’s hips flexed back to meet him.

“How’s this?” Lan Wangji asked roughly as he nearly pulled out again and Wei Wuxian whimpered and pushed back to bury him in faster.

“Crazy,” Wei Wuxian admitted, once he gained enough sense to pull his wrist from his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

“You move with it,” Lan Wangji mouthed over his flesh. “Like you want it. Need it.”

Eyebrows twisting, Wei Wuxian pushed back hard, burying Lan Wangji’s hand deeper. “Yes… Again.”

“I didn’t expect this. You keep… keep surprising me, Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji shifted to lick over Wei Wuxian’s neck heatedly, his teeth scraping. Wei Wuxian eyes closed, his focus suddenly on the hard length sticky against the side of his ass cheek.

“Lan Zhan,” he gasped, immediately forgetting what he was going to say when the spot inside him was stroked and he jolted, clenching tight, feeling how deep Lan Wangji has gotten his hand into him.

“I want to be inside you,” Lan Wangji groaned. “So much. I didn’t expect you to take four.”

Wei Wuxian continued to rock with the movement of Lan Wangji’s hand, pushing back and whimpering as he was filled again.

“I’m too big.” Lan Wangji pressed parted lips to Wei Wuxian’s skin, sliding over his flesh, wetting wherever he reached. “But I want you so much… I am obsessed.” He groaned when Wei Wuxian pushed back to take his hand in again.

Feeling particularly qualified to speak on obsession, Wei Wuxian said between gasps, “Possessed… Lan Zhan. Yao.”

With a frustrated hiss, Lan Wangji stroked up Wei Wuxian’s spot, earning a shout in response and a fresh gush of precum from Wei Wuxian’s flushed cock.

“You’re not funny.”

Wei Wuxian was certain he was hilarious, and that Lan Wangji was being sulky about it. “Do it… I want to feel it. You.”

Groaning, Lan Wangji buried his face against Wei Wuxian’s neck. “Wei Ying, I don’t want to hurt you.” His breath was ragged, hand stroking deeper as Wei Wuxian took his four fingers in again and pressed back harder than before, trying to get him to touch the spot inside.

“I can handle pain,” Wei Wuxian said roughly.

Lan Wangji laughed harshly. “You seek a beating every time you open your mouth. This isn’t the same, Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan…” His thoughts drifted from him again, and Wei Wuxian stilled his hips. “Stop, so I can… can say things right.”

Pursing his lips, this time when Lan Wangji withdrew to fingertips, he didn’t give into the urge to slide right back in, instead teasing along the edge of Wei Wuxian’s entrance.

“Wei Ying, I’m too big for your first time.”

Wei Wuxian exhaled loudly against his arms, trying to get his senses back. “Lan Zhan, you are my first of many things, including this.”

Breathing along his neck, Lan Wangji nodded. “Still, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You haven’t yet.”

Lan Wangji shook his head. “I want you too much. If I’m inside you… There will be no control left.”

Wei Wuxian was very tired of Lan Wangji’s super human control that he kept insisting was rational and considerate but always left them wanting. Just what exactly was he trying to control when they both wanted the same thing?

Wei Wuxian turned to where Lan Wangji’s mouth was hovering by his ear. “Lan Zhan, just hear me out.”

“Do not start,” Lan Wangji warned softly, his eyes narrowing at the familiar tone.

Wei Wuxian naturally ignored him. “Your cock is enormous and hungry… and it’s quick to anger.”

Lan Wangji growled in warning, but once again Wei Wuxian’s smile grew wicked at the sound.

“It’s picky, too, like most yao, wanting only inexperienced, virginal prey. Yours in particular likes the type keen to torment.”

The fire in Lan Wangji’s eyes was less anger and more a conviction to punish Wei Wuxian for making him think the heated things he was thinking to retaliate against this infuriating man. “Wei Ying, you are once again asking for something you do not understand.”

“Oh, Lan Zhan, I understand,” Wei Wuxian murmured, his eyes sparkling as he teased closer. “The thing about yao is that they only grow when fed, Lan Zhan. Be it emotions, or worship, or prey…”

Not sure what he was getting at, but certain it was annoying, Lan Wangji waited.

“See, Lan Zhan, if you were really meditating and not thinking about men, it wouldn’t have ever grown to such an impressive size.”

Lan Wangji glared, his eyes fixed on Wei Wuxian’s wicked smile.

“Given its enormous size, you must have been stroking your yao every single day… thinking about all the naughty things you wanted to do to me.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji growled.

“Give me a second, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian whispered hotly in his ear. “There’s someone else I need to speak to.” He pushed up onto his shaking knees and turned, eyes targeting in on Lan Wangji’s large, angry looking cock, his flushed length currently pointing up against gravity. “There’s someone else here who is insatiable, easily impassioned, and has shared many deep kisses with me.”

Lan Wangji’s fingers twitched, his breath coming out in an exaggerated exhale as he tried to keep himself from reacting.

Seeing him fighting for control, Wei Wuxian continued torridly, “I think your yao wants to teach me a lesson, Lan Zhan. It’s angry, and it wants to fuck me raw—”

His eyes widening, Lan Wangji clamped his hand over Wei Wuxian’s mouth before he could continue, heat flooding through him.

“Wei Ying…” Wei Wuxian licked at his hand, teasing between his fingers while Lan Wangji tried to remember just what they were arguing about.

“Ask it what it wants, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian muffled into his palm. “It’s not shy.”

“Stop talking,” Lan Wangji demanded roughly, his breathing ragged. He peeled his hand from Wei Wuxian’s mouth to glare at him. “I’m supposed to be tormenting you, remember?”

“You are tormenting me,” Wei Wuxian groaned, hips rocking. “Don’t leave me aching like this.” He leaned forward and licked along Lan Wangji’s lips. “Let your yao fuck me as much as it wants.”

“It is not a… Wei Ying… Fuck,” Lan Wangji growled, his eyes shut as he tried and failed to drive Wei Wuxian’s words from his mind. His arm twined around Wei Wuxian’s waist, and he turned and pulled him back against his body, grinding his erection against Wei Wuxian’s bruised ass cheek.

“Lan Zhan, inside,” Wei Wuxian breathed out, his hips moving until he had his cheeks spreading to the thickness of Lan Wangji’s cock.

Growling again, Lan Wangji wrenched his hips back, pulling him up his body, Wei Wuxian’s back caught tight to his chest. They both hissed when Lan Wangji slid fingers into Wei Wuxian’s crack and guided the tip of his aroused cock to his stretched opening.

Wei Wuxian knew he had won, his breath coming out in a blast at the first touch of Lan Wangji’s hot cock to his entrance. “You’ll go slow, right Lan Zhan?”

“Ask nicely,” Lan Wangji retorted gruffly.

A mischievous grin stretched Wei Wuxian’s lips and his head fell back to rest on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “Please don’t hurt your faithful servant, giant cock yao. I wish only to worship and—!”

Growling, Lan Wangji sank down to bite at the space where Wei Wuxian’s shoulder met his neck.

Wei Wuxian’s yelp was heated, connected to the press of Lan Wangji against his entrance. But when he pushed his hips back, Lan Wangji had a frustratingly immovable hold on him. “Lan Zhan…”

“I said nicely, Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji kissed against the spot he had just bitten.

His head full of lust, and his hard cock having stolen all his thoughts, Wei Wuxian had no idea how to be nice in that moment. He did know how to plead, but he didn’t think that was going to work with Lan Wangji being so stubborn. Decided, he pulled at Lan Wangji’s arm that was around his chest until he was free, and bent forward, kneeling into the position Lan Wangji had made him take earlier with head resting on his folded arms and ass high in the air. To Lan Wangji, his silence was probably the nicest gift.

Lan Wangji’s hand gripped his ass cheek hard, pulling him back. Wei Wuxian grinned as he was pulled onto his hard length and Lan Wangji ground between his cheeks. It wasn’t until freshly oiled fingers teased around his entrance and over Lan Wangji’s cock that Wei Wuxian realized why he had hesitated before.

Lan Wangji draped over his back, lips pressing to Wei Wuxian’s shoulder blade, arm wrapped around his chest. His hips moved experimentally, Wei Wuxian’s entrance yielding to the head of his cock. “Relax,” he said, running a hand down the tight muscles of Wei Wuxian’s thigh.

A moan rumbling in his chest, Wei Wuxian pushed up on his arms, taking Lan Wangji up with him as his hips flexed, helping to sink his cock slick inches into him. Wei Wuxian didn’t anticipate the absolute girth of him compared to his hand, and his breath came out in sharp gasps as he tried to adjust to the thick length.

“Breathe,” Lan Wangji murmured in his ear, his hands moving slowly over Wei Wuxian’s flexing back and down his chest and abs, seeking his cock leaking precum along its length. Lan Wangji slid his fingers around his balls, carefully pulling them down to make sure Wei Wuxian didn’t come too soon.

“Bite me again,” Wei Wuxian rasped out, his eyes closed, features twisted in a mixture of agony and ecstasy.

Considering, Lan Wangji’s crystal eyes slid over his back, looking for a nice target. He decided on the same side he had just been kissing, teeth skimming along Wei Wuxian’s shoulder blade before latching on. Wei Wuxian lurched beneath him with a rough shout, the movement sliding Lan Wangji further into his clenching passage.

Lan Wangji groaned from the pressure gripping his cock from all sides, his flat nails curling into Wei Wuxian’s chest and hip, earning him another delicious, full body jolt.

“Lan Zhan… it’s so big,” Wei Wuxian moaned, his head bowed forward heavily. “Fuck. How are you this big?”

“You refused to listen.” Lan Wangji kissed along his shoulders languidly, only to sink teeth in when the urge to bite grew too great. Wei Wuxian hissed, his body jerking and back bowing as Lan Wangji slid deeper into his aching channel. Lan Wangji gripped his hip hard, keeping himself from thrusting forward as Wei Wuxian clenched around him from the sensation of being filled.

“More,” Wei Wuxian begged, but Lan Wangji wouldn’t loosen his grip.

“Wei Ying, you need to stretch to me first.” Lan Wangji kissed the nape of his neck, his breathing strained. “You’re very tight.”

Any hole would be too tight for Lan Wangji’s giant yao cock, something Wei Wuxian was itching to say aloud, smiling at the thought. But it might get him into too much trouble when said enormous cock currently had him at its mercy.

“Lan Zhan, move,” Wei Wuxian groaned, twisting his hips to no avail. “Anything but stillness. It’s too much, too big.”

Lan Wangji’s eyes closed as Wei Wuxian flexed and ground his hips back, urging him to move. It was too much and he gave into the sensation, surging forward.

“Ah…” Wei Wuxian’s mouth gaped in a silent cry as Lan Wangji sheathed deeper inside him, the size of him feeling impossible. Wei Wuxian gripped at the grass, tearing at it mindlessly, feeling unbearably full.

“Breathe,” Lan Wangji reminded him again, his arms encircling Wei Wuxian’s shuddering form, head buried into his hair as he tried to keep from giving into the clenching tightness of his channel.

Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure he could breathe, Lan Wangji too thick, too long inside him, the feeling of him so overwhelming, Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure where they weren’t connected at this point. The darkness behind his eyes was a dizzying red, and he wondered heatedly if he was going to pass out. Lan Wangji was just so big.

Teeth clamped onto his shoulder and Wei Wuxian groaned, finding the pain the only thing grounding while he was filled so completely.

Blearily, he noticed Lan Wangji was doing something, his hands palming over his hips, grip pressing, Wei Wuxian’s knees spread and pelvis angled until the burning hot length inside him was now a pressure on the spot Lan Wangji’s fingers had tormented earlier.

Wei Wuxian’s hips jerked, light flashing behind his closed eyelids. “Lan Zhan… right there.”

Lan Wangji nodded silently, his voice stuck in his throat. Wei Wuxian had grown so tight, there was no way he could last. He was close—Lan Wangji could feel the tension in Wei Wuxian’s muscles, the way he was clamping down and pushing back. Lan Wangji reached around to find Wei Wuxian’s rock hard length and used his palm to rub and stroke the thick cock in rhythm to the movement of his hips. Wei Wuxian kept gasping as Lan Wangji drove against the spot inside him that had him crying out in delirious rapture.

He was impossibly tight, and Lan Wangji quickly clamped his teeth into Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, but nothing could stave off his orgasm when Wei Wuxian clenched and spasmed around him. Groaning hoarsely, Lan Wangji resisted the overwhelming need to surge forward and bury fully into Wei Wuxian, knowing he wouldn’t be able to take all of him in yet. Instead, he concentrated on hitting the spot inside him as his hips jerked. Wei Wuxian suddenly grabbed his arm and sucked Lan Wangji’s long fingers into his gasping mouth, muffling his shouts and giving him something to suck on as he came in long streams of cum.

“Fuck, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gasped out around his fingers, eyebrows furrowed as he pressed back hard where they were joined, trying to hold onto the feeling of Lan Wangji in him for as long as he could. They stayed like that for long moments, heaving for air, sweat sealing their bodies together.

His entire body shaking, Wei Wuxian tried to lie out on the ground, but he fell more than anything, slumping down and whimpering when Lan Wangji’s thick cock slid out of his battered entrance. Lan Wangji followed him down and draped over his back heavily, his eyes closed as he buried his face against Wei Wuxian’s nape.

Wei Wuxian couldn’t say how long they stayed like that, entwined and remembering how to breathe. He wasn’t sure he was fully in his body, the hot weight of Lan Wangji feeling far away at times, the same with the tickle of grass on his buzzing skin.

“Lan Zhan… was that all of you?” Wei Wuxian finally spoke, his voice hoarse from all his shouts of pleasure.

Lan Wangji shook his head. “I’m too big to take the first time, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian exhaled heavily as his mind stalled at the thought. What he had taken had felt too much, yet Lan Wangji was even bigger. “How many times?”

Blinking lazily, Lan Wangji asked after a moment, “Until you can fit me?”

Wei Wuxian nodded weakly.

“I don’t know… Some time, I think… Many times…” Lan Wangji’s eyebrows furrowed delicately as his fingers slid to Wei Wuxian’s stretched entrance and found his cum there. “Wei Ying, I keep coming inside you,” Lan Wangji groaned softly, frustration coloring his voice.

Lan Wangji’s fingers felt amazing, and Wei Wuxian couldn’t understand what he was upset about. “I came inside you as well,” he reminded.

Lan Wangji huffed, his hand palming over Wei Wuxian’s muscular ass. “All my restraint is gone.” His fingers curled, digging into Wei Wuxian’s pert cheek and pulling, earning him a fresh gush of cum to drip free of Wei Wuxian’s entrance. “You keep making me come, Wei Ying. So many times. I think I could get hard again right now, if you did the right things.”

Lan Wangji was sounding far too tormented for Wei Wuxian to feel remotely sorry. “What things?” Wei Wuxian asked, hoping to keep his voice free of his very wicked intentions.

Lan Wangji was more lost than Wei Wuxian realized because he answered readily. “Anything. Everything.” Lan Wangji groaned again, breath washing over Wei Wuxian’s nape. “I want to be inside you again and again. There is something wrong with me when it comes to you, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian bit his lower lip as heat rose through him in a rush. “Seriously, Lan Zhan. Are you sure a horny yao didn’t possess—fuck! Fuck, sorry!” he moaned as teeth clamped into his shoulder.

When Lan Wangji unclenched his jaw, his words had Wei Wuxian feeling even hotter. “Wei Ying, fucking your mouth was only a temporary solution to your constant tormenting.”

Wei Wuxian’s smile spread devilishly wide, his core sparking with hot nerves. “But it is a solution, right, Lan Zhan?”

At Lan Wangji’s silence, Wei Wuxian stretched his arms above his head and rolled, Lan Wangji lifting up enough to let him turn in his embrace. Lan Wangji quickly settled down on top of him, an amazingly attractive, currently sweaty, sticky, bruised blanket Wei Wuxian wasn’t willing to let go of.

“If I annoy you too much, Lan Zhan, your yao can always…” Wei Wuxian puckered his lips in exaggeration, “get more kisses from me.”

Lan Wangji’s long fingers grasped over Wei Wuxian’s mouth and tightened until his lips parted wide and tongue teased out. “Kiss it like this, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said roughly as he leaned down and licked his tongue out to meet Wei Wuxian’s. Melting into the kiss, his muscles feeling like hot honey, Wei Wuxian opened willingly to Lan Wangji’s demanding tongue and gave it everything it wanted from him. He slid his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck and pulled him closer, nose happily crushed as Lan Wangji plundered his mouth unhurriedly.

SCENE #9: captured

It was some time later before Wei Wuxian’s legs were finally willing to move and he was able to dress himself. The clinging soreness to his muscles was astonishing, sex with Lan Wangji a different type of battle Wei Wuxian hadn’t anticipated.

He was covered in bites and bruises, some from where fingers had held him hard. Each spot was a burning reminder, the stinging making his mind wander to how he got them, his arousal quick to follow. The ache in his hole was maddening him to full distraction, Wei Wuxian’s movements forced to be slow and careful, his brow furrowing at times when he felt liquid trickle from him and down his thigh.

He needed a bath, or better yet a dip in a lake… Wei Wuxian turned toward Lan Wangji at the thought, knowing it would be perfect to cool their heated flesh. He found Lan Wangji dressing just as gingerly, his white robes doing nothing to hide the marks on his jaw and lips or solve his silky mess of hair.

Wei Wuxian was probably worse off, considering how many times Lan Wangji had nipped and bit at his lips and neck. But Lan Wangji looking even remotely untidy was so foreign and unusual, anyone who saw them together would think Lan Wangji had been marked more.

“Lan Zhan, are you done with the Siege Hunt?”

Lan Wangji was focused on tying his outer robe, followed by getting his crumpled hair ribbon back into place. “Wei Ying, you took much of the prey. People are upset.”

Wei Wuxian shrugged. “They bet me.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji agreed, having been there for the bet. “I’m done, Wei Ying. You’re the only prey I wanted to catch.”

His chest tightening at his words, Wei Wuxian’s smile broke free. He fought it back to turn his perfect pout on Lan Wangji. “Lan Zhan, so you think I’m the yao now, who needs to be captured?”

Crystal eyes pinned him, Lan Wangji glancing up and looking Wei Wuxian over, finding every mark and sign of what they had done that Wei Wuxian’s black clothing couldn’t hide. Lan Wangji stepped over, his hand lifting to slide along Wei Wuxian’s marked throat.

“Wei Ying, I think you’ve been hoping to be hunted by me,” Lan Wangji said slowly, his voice pitched low as he drank in the sight of Wei Wuxian’s swollen lips. “It’s the only thing that explains your ceaseless, tormenting mouth.”

Licking suddenly dry lips, Wei Wuxian pressed into his hand, meeting Lan Wangji’s intense stare. “Come to the lake with me to bathe. Bring your giant yao—ha!” Wei Wuxian gasped as Lan Wangji jerked him close and his teeth found his neck. “Fuck, Lan Zhan,” he whined, heat rushing over his skin and head falling to the side to give him better access.

Lan Wangji pulled away reluctantly, staring first at the mark he had just made, then at Wei Wuxian’s wanton expression. “You like this too much.”

Wei Wuxian blinked, his eyebrows furrowed. “Too much?”

“Mn. It’s no longer a deterrent,” Lan Wangji explained.

Wei Wuxian smiled wickedly and looped his arm around Lan Wangji’s neck. “Lan Zhan, even if it were a deterrent, do you honestly think I can help myself? You’re too beautiful when you’re upset with me.” He paused, dark eyes sparkling as he teased closer to add, “Especially when you’re being tormented.”

Lan Wangji stared at his features silently, his eyes eventually falling and resting on Wei Wuxian’s swollen, smirking lips. “I will need to find more deterrents.”

Teeth flashing brightly, Wei Wuxian leaned in to press a quick kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. “You do that. I’ll think of new ways to torment you.”

Lan Wangji inhaled sharply and refused to let him go when Wei Wuxian tried to slip away. He pulled Wei Wuxian back roughly, grasped his bruised ass, and kissed him hard, claimingly, until Wei Wuxian was moaning.

“Lan Zhan… I can’t walk now,” Wei Wuxian whimpered against his lips, his knees feeling weak and wobbly. “And I could barely walk before after being with you.”

Thinking a long moment, his lips sliding over Wei Wuxian’s, Lan Wangji offered, “Shall I carry you?”

“To the lake?” Wei Wuxian asked, throwing both of his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji agreed.

They stared at each other, contemplating the potential consequences of having Wei Wuxian hanging onto Lan Wangji’s back for some amount of time while walking. Wei Wuxian’s wicked lips started moving again.

“How many times, Lan Zhan?”

Eyeing him suspiciously, Lan Wangji withdrew his sword and dropped it so it floated inches off the ground.

Wei Wuxian glanced down, then turned back to Lan Wangji’s lovely, and currently guarded, face. “To fit all of you? Inside me?”

Exhaling heavily, Lan Wangji wrapped an arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist and pulled him up until they were both standing on the flat of the blade of Bichen.

“Lan Zhan, how many times?” Wei Wuxian insisted, lips pressing to Lan Wangji’s jaw in slow, hot touches.

“Wei Ying, I do not know,” Lan Wangji finally answered, his other hand going around Wei Wuxian’s waist. When meeting Wei Wuxian’s sparkling eyes, he added with a thin smile, “We will find out.”

Thinking this was the most interesting of answers, Wei Wuxian held on tight to Lan Wangji as Bichen floated them up, happily wondering where things would turn next for the two of them, starting with a thorough bath.