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The sun had mostly dulled by the time Wei Wuxian got out of the bathroom, drying out his hair from the shower he just took. As he had expected, Lan Wangji’s constant care for him made him heal just as instantly. He let the towel dangle on his hair before he walked towards Lan Wangji, who was still peacefully sleeping. This would have been surprising to anyone, even Wei Wuxian if this was any other day. However, Lan Wangji kept himself awake for two days for Wei Wuxian. When he was sick, he couldn’t pay attention too much to that but now that his head had cleared up, his heart swelled immensely at the thought.
He knew instantly; no one could have gone that far for him except for Lan Wangji. The love he had for him erupted even more at that moment. He sat next to his husband, bringing his hand over their silk-like hair and running his fingers through it, pleased with the feeling. He then leaned in to place a ghost kiss on Lan Wangji’s lips, barely touching at all before he moved to his eyes and kissed both of them gently. He did the same for their cheeks and forehead, kissing every place on his face with light, delicate pecks.
Then, a smirk played along the corner of his lips. Maybe he could tease Lan Wangji a bit; they haven't done it for almost three days now anyway. Even if they couldn't go all the way right now, he at least wanted Lan Wangji to be satisfied.
With silent movements, he placed the wet towel around his neck before tightening his inner garment a little, just so he could do this more comfortably. When he adjusted himself to be right above Lan Wangji, he slowly reached for the tip of Lan Wangji’s loose trousers and lowered it slightly, just enough for him to see his cock. He realised he was still staring at it too much and cleared his throat before he lowered himself.
It was challenging without a doubt so he decided to go slow. He kissed the tip a few times before he pecked the other regions, too, his hands wrapped around it to get all the right places. He didn't realize how much he had been wanting to do this until he finally got his hands on Lan Wangji today. After rubbing his tongue around it for a few seconds, he braced himself and took the tip in his mouth, wetting it by swirling his hot tongue around it. He took a deeper breath in before he swallowed in, even more, his head getting lower every second. When he knew he couldn't take it anymore, he removed his mouth to regain his breath, and quickly lowered himself again.
Lan Wangji was still asleep at the moment, but his brows were furrowed, his body twitching slightly. Wei Wuxian continued to take in even more of Lan Wangji’s cock while his palms covered whatever his mouth couldn't reach. After a brief pause, he began to slowly bob his head up and down, his eyes shut and close to tearing up from the pressure caused in his throat. He loved the feeling, though. Within a few seconds, he picked up the pace; his lips taking the form of Lan Wangji’s cock as he lowered to how much ever he could reach without his husband’s help. He knew he was good at it because the very moment he hollowed his cheeks to suck the delicate skin, he heard a gasp from above.
He opened his watery eyes and met with Lan Wangji’s surprised ones, sucking on his cock even harder. If his mouth was free right now, he would have been smirking and spouting a lot of unholy things that he'd want Lan Wangji to do to him.
Lan Wangji spoke between gritted teeth, “...Wei Ying, you are still sick,”
Wei Wuxian removed his mouth for a moment, making a ‘pop’ sound, while his hands continued rubbing Lan Wangji’s cock, which was now fully erect. “I’m feeling better, can't you see? I can't wait,” he replied before he placed his mouth to the tip again, hungry to take all of it in.
Lan Wangji’s breath hitched for a second before he placed his hands on Wei Wuxian’s face, ordering him to look at him. “Let me,” he said, his voice affectionate and tender. He guided Wei Wuxian to lie on the pillow, placing one of them below Wei Wuxian’s back so he could get comfortable before hovering above him.
Wei Wuxian, “Really? I can at least do that,” He was about to move and place his hand back on Lan Wangji when his wrist was grabbed.
Lan Wangji, “It will be harsh on your throat,” He placed a warm kiss on Wei Wuxian’s eyelid.
Wei Wuxian, “Okay, just in case, don't kiss me. I could be passing something,” Obviously he wanted Lan Wangji to ravish his mouth and make him look like a mess, but at the same time, he didn't want Lan Wangji to catch his cold.
Lan Wangji paused for a moment before he grabbed Wei Wuxian’s face and planted a hard kiss on his lips, pulling away after he felt it was enough to display how much he wanted it. “That would be difficult, Wei Ying,” God, Wei Wuxian was feeling light-headed from that alone, his heart racing so rapidly he was sure it could jump out. How could someone be this romantic? He was going crazy from the kiss. Was he this desperate because of the fever?
Wei Wuxian, “Don't blame me later on,” he said shortly before wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji’s back and pulling him in for another kiss. It was pointless for him to say such a thing because, in the end, he knew Lan Wangji would take the blame for everything. His smile hovered over his husband’s lips for a second at that thought.
This time, Lan Wangji slipped his tongue into his mouth and dug through every little inch, savouring every moment as Wei Wuxian moaned into his mouth. Resting his hand on the back of his head, Wei Wuxian moved his head along with Lan Wangji’s, opening his mouth before his lower lip was pulled by their teeth.
Wei Wuxian, “More,” He whined as his lip was being sucked on, which would undoubtedly leave a bruise later on. During the time they were kissing so fiercely, Lan Wangji had nimbly already untied the rope that was keeping Wei Wuxian’s sheer inner garment together, his hands touching every place he could come across. Once he was satisfied with the kiss, he pulled away from Wei Wuxian’s lips and started kissing lower, taking in his neck and sucking hard enough til he was sure it left marks, the moans from Wei Wuxian driving him to add a few more.
He then proceeded to his chest, feeling up the erect nipples for a short moment. How could someone be this irresistible? Lan Wangji thought as his fingers tightened around one of them briefly, which caused a groan from the other’s lips. “Lan Zhan, are you teasing me right now??” Wei Wuxian’s voice came out as pouty as his hands reached for the sheets, so he could have something to hold onto.
Lan Wangji quietly smiled to himself before he took in one of the nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it effortlessly. With one of his hands, he kept pressing on the other one continuously, his teeth biting onto it once in a while which would cause loud cries and cursing from Wei Wuxian’s side.
Wei Wuxian, “Just like that—,” his words were stretched as his head fell back, his hands clenching onto the sheets even tighter, biting his lower lip from feeling it in all the right places. When Lan Wangji saw that, he pulled away from kissing his chest and placed his fingers in between Wei Wuxian’s lips, separating their wet lips and sucking the two digits with pleasure. Lan Wangji’s brows twitched- an unexplainable desire surging from his toes to his head- and he slipped his fingers out before he could lose himself. ‘Wei Ying is still sick,’ That thought made him calm himself a little.
With his free hand, Lan Wangji shook Wei Wuxian free from his plain trousers and inner garment, throwing them out of their bed. Wei Wuxian didn’t exactly know why but he laughed excitedly at that, a feeling of eagerness running in his veins. He bit his lip again as Lan Wangji placed his hand and palmed him, wickedly slow and teasing.
Lan Wangji, “I warned you not to bite your lip,” He heard Wei Wuxian let out a low, seductive moan- definitely on purpose- before they licked their lower lip, a smile lingering on their lips. Lan Wangji’s brows furrowed and the slow motion that he was planning to go with picked up in pace, causing a surprised yelp from Wei Wuxian. “You didn’t listen,” Lan Wangji huffed, his eyes dark and immensely drenched in lust. Within seconds, he lowered his head and rubbed his tongue against Wei Wuxian’s tip, catching the latter off guard. Now that wasn’t something Lan Wangji did normally.
“F-fuck!” Wei Wuxian’s head fell back at the sensation. It wasn’t the first time Lan Wangji sucked him but it definitely had been a while since he was dealt with this way. His pupils couldn’t help but roll back when Lan Wangji’s mouth started taking in more than half of his length, a hot feeling arriving at the pit of his stomach. His insides were churning, begging for more; begging for release. This was insane. Lan Wangji had barely started but Wei Wuxian was already writhing.
Shortly after, Lan Wangji took in his whole length, both of his large hands holding onto Wei Wuxian’s hips firmly, keeping him in place as he bobbed his head with what was considered a steady pace at first before picking up his speed, causing Wei Wuxian to shiver and moan uncontrollably loudly.
He didn’t know where to place his hands- twitching and shivering from the feeling of his husband’s hot mouth- and roughly put one of them on Lan Wangjis head, gripping onto his hair as a way of support; never once forcing Lan Wangji’s head down as he loved it more when they took control of the situation. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open, feeling every thrust, feeling every time Lan Wangji purposefully swirled his burning tongue around his length as if to tell Wei Wuxian to stay with him and not lose himself completely. He wanted to release so badly, but he didn’t want to let himself loose when he could be enjoying much more with Lan Wangji.
As if Lan Wangji sensed this, he pulled away from Wei Wuxian’s cock- his lips pink and swollen. Wei Wuxian could finally regain his breath a little but the burning sensation within him never left him.
“Lan Zhan, fuck me,” he practically begged, his legs naturally wrapping themselves around Lan Wangji’s waist. His breath was erratic and his chest was going through an abnormal heaving pattern. He was desperate, but Lan Wangji had more in store for him.
Lan Wangji, “First,” He started, almost reluctantly removing Wei Wuxian’s thighs from his hips before he lowered himself again, the tip of his two digits at their entrance, “I’ll do this,” Then, he pushed his fingers in- with the help of Wei Wuxian’s pre-cum.
“No…. shit,” Even though his words were of protest, his body couldn’t help but react to the incursion. His eyes dipped close and his jaws tightened, letting out incoherent words and moans, telling Lan Wangji know how much he enjoyed this feeling, telling him how much he wanted more than just his fingers.
Wei Wuxian was sure he lost his mind entirely when Lan Wangji dipped in between his legs; he was sure he lost his goddamn mind when Lan Wangji retreated his fingers, just for his mouth to replace that touch. A quick, hot touch. A subtle lick. Goosebumps formed all around Wei Wuxian’s body and his toes curled up when Lan Wangji pushed his knees high up for his tongue to get better access to Wei Wuxian’s entrance.
He could barely form words; his eyes were shot open and focused on the bobbing movement of his husband’s head. “...Lan Zhan, ...Lan Zhan,” he kept repeating those syllables because he didn't know any other at the moment. His brain was shutting down and his mouth could only let out moans of pleasure, and want. A need to be dealt with Lan Wangji’s hands, mouth, cock.
When Wei Wuxian started grinding against Lan Wangji’s tongue, the latter grabbed his hips firmly and pushed his legs further up, sliding in the hot muscle wholly. He could be seen and heard writhing, feeling helpless as he was locked from any movement. Lan Wangji quickened his pace and kept hitting the spot, his golden eyes staring into Wei Wuxian’s with unparalleled intensity.
“Lan Zhan, please,” he begged, his head wanting to fall back any moment now. He was going to release any moment now. “Please,” Wei Wuxian placed his hand on Lan Wangji’s hair to warn him to stop; to hurry up. He didn't know what he wanted. He wanted Lan Wangji.
“Please, please- fuck!” He didn't know he could come from that. He was only aware of how his head fell back and his hands pressed Lan Wangji’s head even closer to him than was possible; his legs shaking uncontrollably as he let out a loud cry and came fully undone, the proof of it on his stomach and his husband’s palm. He wasn't aware of his surroundings anymore but he could make out the shift of a body, coming closer to him and his mouth. A wild, wet kiss. A tongue that once pleasured him in inexplicable ways now devouring his tongue. Wei Wuxian could only shut his wet lashes as he wrapped his hands around Lan Wangji’s back, taking in the edges and scars as he returned the kiss with just as much passion.
He was sure he was spent for a while; he was sure his body couldn't take Lan Wangji in right now but, his thoughts took on a swirl as the latter thrust inside him in one motion. There wasn't a moment to adjust and Wei Wuxian lost his voice for a full second before he let out a loud cry, tightening his hold around Lan Wangji’s back, and begging his husband to go slow because he just came; because he was still sensitive.
Lan Wangji paused, his teeth gritting against each other. He seemed to be holding himself back. He breathed; once, twice. And again. “Wei Ying,” It was a quiet plea for him. A need to keep himself rooted so he didn’t lose himself to the latter’s touch and presence.
“Oh, lord,” Wei Wuxian cried out, his head shooting upwards to match Lan Wangji’s gaze. Shit. He was fully hard, again. “Fuck me, Lan Er-gege,” he teased, even though the whole pulsating length was buried inside him and he was well aware of how much his words would provoke Lan Wangji. He knew his husband was trying to control himself but that was the last thing he wanted.
“Wei Ying…!” Lan Wangji whisper-yelled it like a curse and Wei Wuxian licked his lips before he started grinding his hips against his cock, letting out dragged guttural moans as he gripped onto Lan Wangji’s wrists for balance.
“You don’t want to fuck me, Hanguang-Jun? Come on, I know you want to fuck me senseless,” he kept grinding, Lan Wangji’s hard-on fully placing itself in him every time. “Come inside me,” he kept provoking as his husband tried controlling himself. He pushed himself up by an inch til his mouth reached Lan Wangji’s flushed ears and slowly bit them. “Don’t leave me all alone, Lan Er-gege. Fuck—“ He couldn’t complete his sentence anymore. Without a warning, Lan Wangji grabbed ahold of his hips tightly and ground inside him fiercely and Wei Wuxian let out a cry of pleasure- of relief- as his head fell back again.
“Look at me,” Lan Wangji’s voice was rough and commanding, and he thrust his length entirely into Wei Wuxian again; each one of them slow and impactful. He heard every loud and dragged moan that escaped from Wei Wuxian’s lips as he forced his head up, writhing against every thrust. He cried out to him as he started really fucking him, causing Wei Wuxian’s back to arch up. He grabbed onto their wrists and pushed their arms up, above their head while his free hand roughly grabbed onto his hip, and thrusted his cock inside them like that, his gaze unfaltering.
“I-I’m gonna come..!” Wei Wuxian groaned after a few minutes of the repeated and rough motion where he wasn’t given a break. He had just come and he was being fucked even after that; he didn’t know why he was so close again and his muscles were being so sensitive as they tightened around Lan Wangji’s cock.
“Not yet,” The latter said to him, almost in the form of a growl as his wrists were freed. Lan Wangji placed his hands on Wei Wuxian’s thighs and spread them wider to have better access, fucking him without rhythm or a break. Wei Wuxian wanted to throw his head back and just perish right then and there from the immense pleasure and torture. “You wanted this, no?” If Wei Wuxian was clear headed, he would be aware of his husband’s teasing tone; a rarity. “More?” Lan Wangji teased again as he thrust inside him again vigorously, holding onto their thighs firmly. Now Wei Wuxian could confirm he was being teased.
“Oh God, please…,”He already reached his limit and he was begging Lan Wangji at this point to let him come. As if to make it even more impossible for him to control himself, Lan Wangji started palming his hard-on at the same time he was being fucked ruthlessly, all while warning him not to come. He knew that after this, he was going to have to get back at his husband no matter what.
“Call me instead and I’ll let you,” The next few seconds were a blur to Wei Wuxian. He might’ve called his husband by everything. “Lan Wangji,”, “Lan Zhan,” “Lan Er-gege,”, “Hanguang-Jun,”. His mind was blank as he finally let himself release, the latter’s one hitting him just a while after; almost at the same time.
When he came back to his senses again, he realized he was gripping onto Lan Wangji’s wrist as an anchor and they were still thrusting into him slowly before pulling themselves out entirely. A few kisses were being planted on his temple, his eyelids, his cheeks, his throat, and finally his lips. In the slowest way possible. In the most beautiful way, ever.
He let out a breath from the tiredness that hung above them now and closed his eyes. “Lan Zhan, were you capable of such words?” He slurred. He didn’t know what he was saying. Of course his husband was.
“I was taught well,” Lan Wangji shot back, though he felt just as tired, if not more.
“Lan Wangji… You.. you’re going to fall sick,” were Wei Wuxian’s final slurred words before he lost consciousness.
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When he awoke again, he was already cleaned up and tucked in bed. He looked to his side and surely, Lan Wangji was beside him, facing him as his arms draped around his waist. Wei Wuxian went for a kiss and his lips were- as he described it- scalding. Hot.
Realization dawned in. Lan Wangji was sick. Lan Wangji just caught a fever. From Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian spent another three days taking care of his husband. And the latter whined and complained, although quiet and grumpy. Another side Wei Wuxian learned. And loved.