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Wei Wuxian guffawed loudly, holding his stomach.
“Aiyah, Lan Zhan, you should’ve seen him, I’ve never seen him more dumbstruck, not even the time he accidentally walked in on us kissing in the library.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji responded dutifully, showing he was listening as he walked beside Wei Wuxian with a hand behind his back. Every so often, petals from the cherry blossom tree fell on his head.
Wei Wuxian’s gaze became transfixed on a petal. He’d always thought flowers suited Lan Wangji’s beauty, like frost on the first bloom.
“I mean, you would think he’s used to it,” he continued, gesturing for Lan Wangji to bend down slightly so he could pluck a few of those petals off his head, little more than an excuse to touch his husband. “But no, every time he so much as hears something about us, he goes bright red and starts yelling at nothing. But I think he’ll avoid night hunting with us for some time. Lan Zhan, you don’t think this will affect his night hunts with the other kids, do you?”
“Jin Ling is simply reactive. He will not shirk his duties,” Lan Wangji said. As Wei Wuxian cleared the last of the cherry blossoms, Lan Wangji raised his head up until their eyes were level and pressed close, letting their lips graze.
”You!”
Their heads snapped towards the voice in sync, three parts curious and seven parts irritated, to see who interrupted what Wei Wuxian could tell was going to be the kiss to lead them to bed.
Next to the door of the little cottage Lan Wangji had rented out stood a tall figure in white robes, guqin strapped to his back. Upon catching sight of his face, Wei Wuxian stood staring at him in full-blown shock before the moment was broken by the newcomer marching briskly up to Lan Wangji and grabbing him by the collar, eyes alight with genuine rage.
He was a little shorter than Lan Wangji but the way he carried himself made that small height difference rather insignificant as he looked down his nose at Lan Wangji.
“Demon!”
The light blue glow of Bichen appeared in the newcomer’s free hand and he made a motion as if to swing it, only to be thwarted by Lan Wangji calling away Bichen with two fingers before it could make contact. The air around them thrummed as Bichen vibrated in Lan Wangji’s hand.
The newcomer looked at Lan Wangji with shock evident in his light-colored eyes and subconsciously flexed his now empty hand. “You…”
“Who are you?” It was somewhat of a perfunctory question, the answer rather clear even if the reason wasn’t. Lan Wangji’s voice was deeper than usual, the low timbre of it making Wei Wuxian tremble with an intense feeling.
The newcomer half-heartedly glared at Lan Wangji, eyes darting back to Bichen every once in a while.
“I am Lan Wangji,” he said warily. It was evident in the way he didn’t ask who Lan Wangji that he’d already figured out they were the same person.
Wei Wuxian suspected it was Bichen that gave it away. After all, being able to command another cultivator’s spiritual weapon was next to impossible, especially Bichen, which was as icy in temperament as in looks. He decided to refer to the newcomer as Lan Zhan in his mind to separate him from Lan Wangji.
“Ah, Lan Zhan, doesn’t he look just like you when you were younger?” Wei Wuxian asked, darting around the two to get a better look at both of their faces at the same time.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji answered, staring down at Lan Zhan indifferently.
At the sound of Wei Wuxian’s voice, Lan Zhan turned to him with a look he’d never seen before on that beautiful jade-like face. It was a cold disgust, as if he were looking at something that repulsed him greatly. It was even worse than how Lan Wangji had looked at him when he’d accidentally tugged at his ribbon at Qishan Wen’s discussion conference.
Wei Wuxian had an extraordinarily thick face and could stare even Lan Qiren on his most insensate days straight in the eyes, but there was just enough intent behind Lan Zhan’s eyes that made him take an unconscious step back. He didn’t feel like acknowledging the small twinge in his heart.
“How could you think to replace him?” Lan Zhan asked. Though he didn’t take his eyes off Wei Wuxian, it was obvious he was talking to Lan Wangji, voice abnormally harsh. “How can you lay with him at night?”
It didn’t take Wei Wuxian more than a second to realize what must’ve been going through Lan Zhan’s mind.
Even though Mo Xuanyu’s body had started taking on more of the qualities he’d possessed in his previous life, he still looked like a different person, evidently not the Wei Wuxian that Lan Zhan — who he suspected was from some years in the past, after Wei Wuxian’s death — knew. In his eyes, Lan Wangji had found someone with startling resemblance to Wei Wuxian to replace him after his death.
All at once, the tension left Wei Wuxian’s body.
Lan Zhan had only looked at him like that because he couldn’t fathom being with anyone other than him. No wonder he’d looked so indignant and enraged by Lan Wangji’s supposed audacity. It was as sweet as it was sad, but Wei Wuxian didn’t allow himself to linger on the lost connections of their past. Instead, what he felt was felt the itching urge to tease him silly, to see how long he could carry on this game before Lan Zhan realized for himself that Wei Wuxian was, well, Wei Wuxian.
Truthfully, he’d been robbed of the chance to properly tease Lan Wangji when he’d come back. Sure he’d messed around and been overly shameless, but it had been to a person who’d already known that Wei Wuxian was himself and only took the words in grace to entertain and mollify him.
He’d missed out on the beautiful, flustered reactions. There would be no better chance than this
Wei Wuxian gave Lan Wangji a meaningful look from behind Lan Zhan’s head.
One of the most wonderful things about his relationship with Lan Wangji was that Lan Wangji just got him. They got each other. Oftentimes, Wei Wuxian could make an unintelligible grunt and find himself faced with the very thing he’d wanted. It was delightful.
Presently, he knew Lan Wangji got what he meant when those golden eyes darkened in a way that made him shiver.
Lan Wangji turned back to look Lan Zhan in the eyes. “Would you like to find out?”
Wary at the cool tone Lan Wangji had used, Lan Zhan took a minute half-step back. “Find out?”
“Find out how I can lay with him at night,” Lan Wangji parroted Lan Zhan’s earlier words. There was something about his energy that just seemed so… he was so beautiful and hot and authoritative and mean. Wei Wuxian couldn’t get enough of it.
“Shameless!” Lan Zhan flew into a rage, pushing Lan Wangji away with a palm to the chest.
It didn’t do much besides pushing him a few centimeters back. Not only had Lan Wangji cultivated up through multiple levels since he was Lan Zhan’s age, he’d also piled on a considerable amount of muscle and was significantly stronger in every sense of the word.
Losing his patience already, Lan Wangji activated the body-locking spell and dragged Lan Zhan to the cottage without waiting to see if Wei Wuxian was following him. There was no need to, of course. Wei Wuxian wouldn’t miss this opportunity of a lifetime for anything.
They’d discussed threesomes and cucking before. It was one of those fantasies that they talked about at length, always finding more things to add to it.
Lan Wangji had been more ashamed about this particular fantasy than of any other, thinking he was a horrible, despicable man for even considering the possibility of letting Wei Wuxian be with others. Admittedly, Wei Wuxian himself wasn’t too thrilled by the thought of having someone who wasn’t Lan Wangji touch him either. But — and here was the wonderful thing about imaginations and the second most wonderful existence in the world known as the incense burner — they didn’t actually have to fuck other people to fulfill those fantasies.
Just like how Wei Wuxian had fucked the younger version of Lan Wangji that time before, any version in time of them would do, especially if there were more than one of them.
But, unfortunately, given that the incense burner worked off the subconscious mind, they’d never been able to get that specific dream any time they tried, which was something Wei Wuxian greatly lamented.
And yet, here was this absurd situation.
Wei Wuxian hadn’t even needed the incense burner for it!
Ah, the heavens were truly rewarding Wei Wuxian. With a giddy grin on his face, he skipped into the cottage knowing exactly what was going to happen. After all, Wei Wuxian loved nothing more than to bully Lan Wangji, and what was this if not the perfect set-up?
By the time he opened the door and walked in, Lan Zhan was already sitting on his calves on the large bed with his hands behind his back, body-locking spell holding him in place. Lan Wangji had used one of Wei Wuxian’s ribbons to tie Lan Zhan’s hands, and the spot of red on his otherwise pure white and blue outfit made for a captivating contrast.
Bulging veins stuck out from Lan Zhan’s forehead and next to his jaw with the effort of trying to break the spell, to no avail, of course, since the caster was an older, more experienced version of himself.
His lips pressed together until they turned white. This, likely, was not the effect of Lan Wangji putting a silencing spell on him but rather Lan Zhan’s own stubborn and pointless resolve not to say anything if this was going to happen. As cute as it was, Wei Wuxian wanted to break him, wanted to hear him beg for it for a change.
Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian for a moment from his spot on the bed, gauging his state of mind, before he spoke in that same lower-than-normal timbre. The look in his eyes was mean, golden eyes alight with a fire that only ever spelled trouble for Wei Wuxian.
“Strip.”
Wei Wuxian didn’t need to be told twice, but he ran his mouth as he slipped off his layers.
“Ah, Lan Zhan,” he started, voice a teasing lilt. “Won’t it feel weird? Me taking someone other than you? And that too someone who’s the younger you. He looks just like you, only he’s so much cuter. Hey, Lan Zhan, are you only going to watch or will you also join? Let him pave the way for you?”
“We have not yet begun,” Lan Wangji raised a perfect, judgmental eyebrow, “and you have already decided he will penetrate you?”
“Don’t be coy, mister. You and I both know what’ll happen here.” Wei Wuxian kneeled on the bed with one leg up, crawling towards Lan Wangji. “Lan Zhan, the knot on my pants is too tight, take it off,” he whined, voice syrupy sweet.
As Lan Wangji’s long and deft fingers undid the knot on his pants, Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Zhan, who had, at some point, closed his eyes and looked quite pained. He looked just like the little Lan Zhan from the earlier incense burner dreams.
“You’re not reciting the Gusu Lan rules, are you?” he asked Lan Zhan, amused by the predictability. “Ah, that reminds me, since you’re both Lan Wangji, what do I call you? Hanguang-jun? Lan-er-gongzi?” He paused for a deliberate moment. “Lan-er-gege? Or would you be Lan-er-didi, given your age?”
He burst into laughter when Lan Zhan flinched despite the grips of the body-locking spell.
“Hahahaha, ah, so pure. So cute, you. Hey— Ah!”
Wei Wuxian was cut off by his own alarmed shriek when he felt a sharp pinch to the skin between his hip and thigh. Lan Wangji looked up at him in displeasure as he pulled down the fabric of Wei Wuxian’s pants down to his knees, his position not allowing them to be pulled down any farther.
“My Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian cooed with a grin, cupping Lan Wangji’s cheeks, “so jealous. Lan Zhan, tell me, how do you eat anything with such a potent smell of vinegar emanating off your body?”
The muscle in Lan Wangji’s jaw worked, a tic he knew meant he was holding himself from saying something.
“Get on his lap,” he ordered, sliding his hands up Wei Wuxian’s thighs.
Wei Wuxian was only too eager to comply, standing up for barely a second to take his pants off completely before going right back to where Lan Zhan was, straddling that beautifully built lap. Lan Zhan’s firm leg muscles felt so good under his own thighs, so strong and reliable.
He messed around with Lan Zhan’s loosened sash, slipping a finger under the edge and sliding it to the side and back, enjoying the way every little bit of contact made him squirm.
It really was so adorable how Lan Zhan reacted like a shy virginal maiden getting taken advantage of. He didn’t fail to look the part too, with his lips bitten red like that and red-rimmed eyes that fluttered open only momentarily as Wei Wuxian settled his weight onto him. Wei Wuxian couldn’t so much as breathe without those long, fanned-out eyelashes fluttering like the flap of a butterfly’s wings.
Behind him, Lan Wangji settled into a seated position, too, with a good view on Wei Wuxian’s ass. Even though he’d stayed quiet for the past few minutes, he spoke up now in that firm no nonsense tone that had Wei Wuxian’s core tensing and his dick drooling.
Lan Wangji didn’t often use this deeply intense voice with him, saving it for occasions when he was being especially bratty and needed an extra special firm touch. Perhaps it was because of how rare it was that Wei Wuxian wanted to make this a memorable occasion for him, wanted to be so good for him.
“Focus. Reach back and open yourself up.”
Wei Wuxian gave him a sly look from over his shoulder as he rose to his knees.
“Where’s the oil?”
There was a slight thrum under his skin, building with ever low word Lan Wangji spoke. The anticipation of what they were going to do only heightened the arousal.
“You will not need any. Reach back and open yourself up,” Lan Wangji repeated.
Wei Wuxian sighed and followed the instructions, letting a finger circle his hole with increasing pressure until it slipped in. The passage was dry, at first, but Wei Wuxian quickly found it growing slicker as he bullied his finger in in increments and thrusted it a few times, wet enough to add a second finger with little resistance.
Lan Wangji was right; Wei Wuxian really didn’t need oil.
His entire upper body was leaning heavily atop Lan Zhan as his head lolled on Lan Zhan’s shoulder, mouth right next to his ear. As he rocked himself on two fingers, Wei Wuxian’s bare chest rubbed against the fabric on Lan Zhan’s upper torso, the barely there grazes of his nipples quickly turning them hard, still sensitive from when they’d been abused by Lan Wangji last night. With a tilt of his head, he let sweet moans ring out in Lan Zhan’s ear, purposely exaggerated.
The muscle in Lan Zhan’s jaw flexed.
From this angle, he couldn’t see much of except the frequent flutters of those long eyelashes and the sharp line of his jaw, accented by the long vein that ran up from the base of his throat to the bottom of his jaw. Even thoroughly incensed, he looked so beautiful. Wei Wuxian wanted to trace the vein with his tongue, leaving bruises on the skin along the way and a large bite mark along the protruding bob of his throat.
Licking his lips, he spread his fingers out, trying to stretch out his hole as much as he could without touching that sweet spot.
He could feel the heat and weight of Lan Wangji’s stare on his lower back. Even without looking, he knew those beautiful light eyes were focused on the stretch of his hole around his fingers. He wondered if he could see the fleshy insides when he scissored his two fingers and pushed in.
He tried to be objective about opening himself up, he really did, but it was no good. Wei Wuxian subconsciously rocked his hips, drawing his fingers naturally to his sweet spot, chasing those tiny jabs of pleasure.
“Enough,” Lan Wangji stated. His voice was deliciously husky with barely repressed arousal. “You are ready to take him.”
“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian breathed, dopey grin stretching across his face.
He drew back from Lan Zhan’s chest, taking in his restrained expression, his still shut eyes, his red ears that looked fit to spout steam.
He was so beautiful, at any and every age. Wei Wuxian must’ve been out of his mind in his youth to have believed the breathlessness in his chest every time he admired Lan Wangji’s beauty was anything less than incredibly homosexual. But still, there was an objectiveness to his obliviousness. Lan Wangji was, in fact, so beautiful that others couldn’t help but be caught in its majesty.
“Lan-er-didi, you’re so tense,” Wei Wuxian teased, running a hand down Lan Zhan’s robes, only lightly loosening his sash before he undid the ties of his pants. “Are you afraid I’ll eat you?”
Lan Wangji preferred looser pants than he did, and they were always so easy to slip down just enough to whip his dick out without messing up the rest of his robes. It seemed it was a habit constant in Lan Zhan’s time, too. Even one-handed, the knot was easy to undo and he wasted no time in pulling out Lan Zhan’s dick.
Despite everything, Lan Zhan was only half-hard. Wei Wuxian tutted slightly and wrapped his fingers around the base, slowly taking his time to pump it to full hardness, disregarding the impatient weight of Lan Wangji’s gaze on his back. It was the same hand he’d used to open himself up, so the slick on his fingers transferred to the hot skin of Lan Zhan’s cock, making the slide of his palm smooth as he twisted his wrist a little.
As he swiped over the head and gathered the quickly beading precome there, Wei Wuxian marveled at the size and heft. No matter how many times he explored Lan Wangji’s body, the awe never quite left. It was just as beautiful as the first time and he couldn’t have enough of it, wanted to look and touch for as long as he was allowed.
“Er-didi, ah, you can pretend like you don’t like this, but look how you’re filling out in my palm.” Since there was nothing to do but fill the silence, Wei Wuxian ran his mouth as usual. “Isn’t it obscene. At your age, what could you possibly need such a huge dick for? So unfair.”
Lan Zhan gritted his teeth and tried to turn his face away, but the body-locking spell kept him fully immobile, so he was only able to screw his eyes shut even tighter. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but want to coo at how adorable he looked. Just as Lan Wangji’s ears turned a fierce crimson and his thighs tensed in what he knew was a tell-tale sign of an impending orgasm, he let go of him.
Wei Wuxian spread his knees wider apart to get better leverage as he reached back to drab Lan Zhan’s dick to guide it to his rim. It was at this moment that Lan Zhan chose to open his eyes, getting a faceful of Wei Wuxian’s chest as he arched his back.
Biting his lip lightly in concentration, he angled his wrist in the proper position and slowly sank down, letting out a small whimper as the head popped inside.
The initial stretch was always the most visceral. Sometimes, if they went long enough without fucking, which happened very rarely, Lan Wangji would bully himself inside without any prep, just to feel that maddening tightness, and the pressure Wei Wuxian would feel in those times was enough to drive him crazy.
Even now, despite having had a dick in his ass not less than half a day ago, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but pause halfway down, hole clenching erratically as he breathed through the stretch, trying to get used to it.
As it was, Wei Wuxian didn’t notice Lan Wangji slowly making his way towards him from behind, but he startled slightly when he felt the hot press of hands on his shoulders, clenching reflexively in a way that had Lan Zhan swallowing hard. Lan Wangji didn’t give him the time to react as those hands quickly shoved him down with a fierce force. As Wei Wuxian bottomed out, suddenly filled with more than he could handle all at once, he screamed hoarsely, letting his weight fall back on the sturdy chest behind him.
Lan Wangji pressed a kiss on his cheek, licking up the line of his tear as he went.
“Protraction is forbidden,” he said matter-of-factly, like it was any other day and he was just reciting a rule at some disciple and not at all like he’d just impaled Wei Wuxian on a dick.
“Mean,” he whined. His chest heaved with every heavy breath he took but it still felt like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs.
It wasn’t as if he had been expecting Lan Wangji to stay idly by as he fucked Lan Zhan, but the way he went about it was no less surprising. It almost felt like he was trying to ensure there was no way for him to be able to forget, even for a moment, that he was there, deep voice always pleasantly in his ears and firm touch grounding him to the reality of who was actually in control.
Even the jackrabbiting pulse pressed to his back did nothing but remind him of his husband’s presence.
Wei Wuxian loved his particular brand of possessiveness, jealous of even himself.
Lan Zhan, though, was looking up at Lan Wangji with wide eyes, as if he couldn’t believe his actions. Despite having told him that they’d show him how Lan Wangji could lay with him at night, intending to have Wei Wuxian fuck him and give him a live demonstration, at the moment, neither Lan Wangji nor Wei Wuxian paid him any attention.
Every time Lan Wangji came close to him, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but be drawn back into his presence. It was inevitable.
Lan Wangji’s hands trailed down from his shoulders until he had a firm grip on Wei Wuxian’s waist, fingers digging deep in with the promise of bruises tomorrow.
There were times when Lan Wangji would get caught up in chasing his own pleasure that he’d throw off all notions of restraint, becoming so aggressive in his movements that Wei Wuxian would wake up with his every inch of his body sore. And really, Wei Wuxian wasn’t so passive when it happened, only too happy to indulge his husband by teasing him and taunting him to the point of no return.
In the morning after, the small tendril of regret for having taken it so far lasted only as long as it took for Lan Wangji to apologize with a firm massage all over his body. After all, Wei Wuxian loved his husband very much and equally loved anything he did to him.
Right now, as so many times before, Wei Wuxian got a sudden foreboding feeling that sent chills down his spine. He knew it was another one of those times when Lan Wangji would be rough.
Sure enough, not a moment later, he lifted Wei Wuxian up to his knees like it was nothing, careful to keep just the tip of Lan Zhan’s cock inside. He could feel his hole involuntarily flutter around the length like it was doing whatever it could to keep it inside.
“Lan… Lan Zhan, let’s talk about this, it’s not good to bully your husband like this,” Wei Wuxian pleaded, head leaning coquettishly on Lan Wangji’s shoulder and tilting his head back just enough to look up at his face. His very much aroused face, with an attractive curve to his lips that promised a never-ending wave of pleasure. “Come on, gege, this’ll leave me sore for days, let’s do it some other way.”
In hindsight, he would realize this was very much not the time to have teased Lan Wangji, undoubtedly pent up as he was from watching Wei Wuxian take someone else while he sat and watched.
Lan Wangji shoved him down with a mean jerk of his wrists. There was no words to describe what it felt like to take in Lan Zhan’s entire length at once.
Wei Wuxian muffled his screams into Lan Wangji’s robes. The sudden stretch after his muscles had just began to relax in a false sense of safety was nothing short of overwhelming. Every little clench brought a mind-numbing pressure to that sweet spot, milking it until tears sprung up in his eyes and a heat gathered low in his gut.
His thighs wavered, growing weak.
He was strong enough to ride Lan Wangji for a long, good while — after all, they did it so often given that it was one of their favorite positions — but now, with him behind, guiding Wei Wuxian’s hips up and down like this, moving him up and down like he was nothing more than a cocksleeve, he wanted nothing more than to lean back and let him do all the work. His hands came up to clutch feebly at Lan Wangji’s forearms, marveling at the shift of his muscles as he lifted him like it was nothing.
That wonderful Lan arm strength made his entire body burn with desire. He didn’t even have the mind to press a hand to his own aching length to relieve himself.
He let himself get lost in the feelings — the impossibly hard cock making itself home in his walls as he was repeatedly shoved down on it, the soft feel of fabric both behind and underneath him, the wetness of his slick sliding down and coating his inner thighs and even wetting Lan Zhan’s pants.
Between them the two of them, Wei Wuxian was the only one who was naked. Lan Zhan at least looked like he’d been touched, with the loosened sash on his waist pulling the robes on his upper body open. Lan Wangji, from what Wei Wuxian could see of him from this position, looked far too presentable for what he was doing, not a single layer of fabric out of place.
If it weren’t for the redness of his ears, he would’ve looked like he was spending another day teaching the Lan disciples about proper cultivation techniques and not engaging in the obscenity of present.
It was always the contrast that stirred up something in Wei Wuxian.
Finally, having gotten properly used to the stretch after being forced to take it all over and over again, he looked down at Lan Zhan with half-lidded eyes in a way he knew looked amorous and seductive.
“Er-didi, what do you think? Have you been enlightened?” The words were punched out in breathy gasps, sounding so sensual it would make anyone blush. He ground his hips forward on the push down, stretching out his torso. “Do you understand the education your gege’s are giving you?”
He laughed at the expression of tortured confliction on Lan Zhan’s face as he stared up at Wei Wuxian, looking like he was trying desperately to figure something out.
“Ridiculous!” Lan Zhan gritted out, breaking his self-imposed vow of silence.
“You haven’t been enlightened? You need more of the education to fully understand? Ah,” he moaned loudly as Lan Wangji dug his nails into the skin on his waist, ten pinpricks of sharp pressure. “Xiao didi, you’re too shy to actually ask for what you want, is that it? Let gege show you.”
And show him he did.
In addition to Lan Wangji’s guiding hands, Wei Wuxian braced his thighs and grinded and clenched at all the right times, knowing exactly when to execute what move. After all, Wei Wuxian could confidently say he knew more about Lan Zhan’s body than Lan Zhan did about himself.
But even when his thighs started to burn from the effort, Lan Zhan showed no signs of coming.
Wei Wuxian had been conditioned to come at the same time as Lan Wangji. It was more than just habit; at some point, it had become instinctual. So even as he felt the cresting pleasure pooling in his gut, he couldn’t be pushed off the edge like he needed.
He couldn’t help the drawn out whine that slipped from his throat, full of displeasure and longing.
He wanted— he needed to come, more than anything.
A baby virgin like Lan Zhan shouldn’t have been able to hold off from an orgasm for so long when he was buried in hot, wet warmth. To have held off this long…
Looking at Lan Zhan’s expression of great suppression, Wei Wuxian could guess what was going through his mind.
Gathering all his strength, he pushed off Lan Wangji and pressed close to Lan Zhan, pressing their chests tightly together and winding his arms around his neck, a position full of dependence.
At the same time, he pressed his hips down fully with one sharp movement, spearing himself completely on Lan Zhan’s cock. They were as close as could be but he still felt the need to be closer, just a little more.
“Lan Zhan,” he crooned, his voice a teasing breeze, leaning close to Lan Zhan’s face and nosing along the line of his jaw. Having screamed and moaned for so long, his slightly husky voice cracked at certain syllables, sounding sweet and wrecked. “Lan Zhan, it’s really me. It’s your Wei Ying. I come back to you, in the future.”
Despite how much it sounded like another one of his taunts and teases, there was a sincerity in his voice he tried to express and amplify the best he could.
There was no telling what set him off. Lan Zhan clenched his jaw and whipped his head staunchly to the side, screwing his eyes shut like he was greatly bullied. Wei Wuxian was sure he made an attempt to stop the minute twitches of his hips as he felt Wei Wuxian’s hole flutter around it, but inexperienced as he was, it didn’t make much of a difference.
Wei Wuxian wanted to tease him some more, because he truly couldn’t help it when it came to any flavor of Lan Wangji, but stopped short when he caught sight of the glistening tears lining Lan Zhan’s eyelashes, weighing them down. Wei Wuxian took pity on him. There was no way he could resist the miserable state of any Lan Wangji, past, present, or future.
“Lan Zhan,” he looked back at Lan Wangji helplessly, brows slightly furrowed. When he called out to Lan Wangji, the change in his voice was rather obvious. It no longer held the cadence of consoling a crying child but was rather intimately familiar, as steady as a cycle of inhale and exhale.
Lan Wangji bent forward over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder and tightly gripped Lan Zhan’s face, turning it towards Wei Wuxian with a force that dug into the skin.
“Look at him,” he ordered. Lan Zhan tried futilely to shake his head, despite Lan Wangji’s grip not allowing it, and screwed his eyes shut even more. “You don’t know his face, but you know him. At the very least, you know yourself.”
Lan Wangji used his other hand to trace a gentle line down the side of Wei Wuxian’s face that he couldn’t help but lean into.
“You know,” he said softly, like the calming sound of a guqin in the rain, “there is no one else for us.”
They watched as Lan Zhan swallowed heavily and opened eyes welling with tears, turning that watery golden gaze towards Wei Wuxian’s face like he was hoping to the find the meaning of existence in it.
“Wei… Wei Ying?” His voice was so genuinely heartbroken and hopeful that Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but soften at once, forgetting what they’d been doing until then and leaning even closer as he tucked a lock of hair behind a red ear.
“Lan Zhan, it’s really me,” he repeated, but this time, it wasn’t teasing at all. It was soft and gentle, full of meaning. He really wanted this to be clear.
Initially, he thought Lan Zhan would figure it out the same as Lan Wangji had, even without the help of WangXian, so he’d moved forward with it all, but he hadn’t truly wanted to make Lan Zhan all miserable.
He’d never quite found out what Lan Wangji had felt the first time he realized that Wei Wuxian had been reborn, that Mo Xuanyu’s body held the soul of his lover, but it must’ve been quite a strong myriad of emotions. Lan Wangji himself probably couldn’t put it into words, and Wei Wuxian had never asked him to; there was something about the whole situation that made acceptance the swiftest and most pain free method to deal with it. But the weight of it still rested in the heavy silences of late nights.
He knew Lan Zhan needed to hear this, needed to realize it for himself in the moment.
“You and…” Lan Zhan’s eyes flitted towards Lan Wangji, whose hand still rested on Wei Wuxian’s cheek. “You two…”
While he seemed unable to utter the word, Lan Wangji apparently had no such qualms. He let go of Lan Zhan’s face and leaned half his weight on Wei Wuxian, even placing a hand on his shoulder like he was showing him off.
“We are wedded.” There was no hiding the pride and joy in his voice.
Lan Zhan seemed even more flabbergasted upon hearing this, like it was more ridiculous to fathom than Wei Wuxian being revived. “How could— No one—”
Wei Wuxian couldn’t help the curve of his lips as he took in the adorable stuttering, though he couldn’t deny he was the slightest bit offended still that he couldn’t believe Wei Wuxian could be married to him. It wasn’t so unfathomable, okay? He was just oblivious, not unfeeling. Who in their right mind could resist the divine beauty that was Lan Wangji?
“We have done our three bows,” Lan Wangji said, on a different wavelength than Wei Wuxian’s thinking and perfectly understanding what Lan Zhan didn’t say. “Who would dare to deny us?”
Lan Zhan still had a stunned expression on his face, like he was unsure if he was dreaming and was waiting for a chance to believe it was. Wei Wuxian was having none of that; he pressed a slow and soft kiss to those bitten raw lips.
“I didn’t know it then, but since the first time I met you, I liked you. The more time I spent with you, the more that ‘like’ grew into love. Then and now, you have been the only one for me.” His eyes roamed over the beautiful jade-like face of Lan Zhan’s, searching for any signs of doubt. “You understand me, right? I love you, I’ve only ever loved you, and I’ll only ever love you. This is the promise I made to Lan Zhan, you know, and as husbands, I—”
Wei Wuxian was cut off by Lan Zhan violently shuddering and leaning in to press his face to Wei Wuxian’s throat. Feeling concerned at first, his hand shot up to cup the back of his head in comfort, threading his fingers through silky strands of Lan Zhan’s hair and letting the heat of his palm rest there. But when he felt the extra wetness spread to his inner thighs, he realized just what had happened.
It was so predictable that it was the confession that drove him to orgasm.
Lan Wangji loved when he told him how much he loved him, how precious he was to him, how much of a good husband he was. Wei Wuxian was more than willing to smother him in these assurances. He could’ve kicked himself from how much of an idiot he was back then, so oblivious as he had been to Lan Wangji’s heartfelt sincerity, and he eagerly tried to make up for it everyday.
Though he was caught off guard by the sudden orgasm, occupied as he was with making sure Lan Zhan didn’t doubt his identity anymore, he found the whole thing extremely cute. He felt the urge to coo at him, this young and pure version of his husband who came from being confessed to. He also felt like laughing at him.
“You really came from that,” Wei Wuxian said in amusement, words steeped in mirth. He shifted his hips forward and lowered his tone to deliver a soft admission. “But— ah! But Lan Zhan, Lan-er-didi, I still haven’t come.”
Lan Zhan, unsurprisingly, was still mostly hard despite having just come, and it wouldn’t have been too hard to ride him to completion, but his thighs were aching and sore from having been spread so wide over Lan Zhan’s lap and they made it exceptionally hard to grasp on to that peak. It felt so out of reach, especially since he’d missed the window to come together with Lan Zhan.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan breathed, drawing back to look him in the eyes. “I will make you come.”
The earnestness held in that one sentence nearly made him burst out in laughter. He wanted to tease him so much, ask him to explain in explicit detail just how he planned to make him come with how little knowledge of sex he had as a virgin. How exciting would it be to teach him to jerk Wei Wuxian off? At that age, had Lan Wangji even had experience relieving himself with his hand?
Instead, what he got were both of his hands being wrenched behind his back in a familiar posture, wrapped tight with a familiar material that he’d know even with his eyes closed. He struggled in half-hearted indignance, but the knots held true and tight, keeping his forearms one above the other as his elbows were bent at an angle.
Lan Wangji barely even acknowledged his protests, speaking in a low authoritative voice to Lan Zhan. “You may touch him. But he may not touch you. I will teach you how to make him come.”
“Lan Zhan! That’s so unfair!”
Lan Wangji merely hummed dismissively.
Lan Wangji often ignored him during sex, not listening to a word when he said no or when he said he’d had enough — and this was something he loved and encouraged Lan Wangji to do — but there was something about being ignored now, here in this situation that made him flush a bright red. When it was just the two of them, it was more like Lan Wangji was ignoring the unreliable pleas and taunts of a brat. But with Lan Wangji talking only to Lan Zhan like this, when Wei Wuxian was still stretched around the girth of Lan Zhan’s dick, it felt so objectifying.
Like he wasn’t even human. Like he was nothing more than a hole, a cocksleeve made for the sole purpose of learning and teaching how to engage in pleasure.
It made him harder than he thought he would be. After all, Wei Wuxian loved having Lan Wangji’s attention on him in any way. How was he to know that being ignored outright like this would elicit such a response from him?
He could only watch in horny frustration as Lan Wangji reached around Lan Zhan to untie the knot he’d made before. The red ribbon barely fluttered to the side before Lan Zhan’s hands shot up to wrap around his waist, squeezing in wonder like he was trying to confirm this was really happening, that he was real. Slowly, he moved those hands up his chest, all the way up until the pads of his thumbs brushed over his nipples and pressed them down.
Emboldened by his answering moan, Lan Zhan started to pinch his nipples with a harsh grip, sending such a sharp flip-flop of pain and pleasure through his body that his toes curled and he clenched erratically. He hadn’t even realized when Lan Zhan’s body-locking spell had been lifted.
With a heated but deliberately blank look, Lan Wangji moved back, and the warmth that had behind him for so long receded in a rush of cold air that made him shiver.
“Get him on his knees,” Lan Wangji ordered.