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Wei Wuxian loved cuddling his Lan Zhan. Nothing made him feel safer than being in his arms.
Like right now, they were simply sprawled across their bed, stripped naked and sated from their latest bout of love making. But Wei Wuxian couldn’t settle. Instead he curled himself around his husband, content hums leaving him.
“Lan Zhan~” He sang, sliding his leg between Lan Zhan’s.
“Mn.” His husband responded. To his delight, Lan Zhan grabbed the back of his upper thigh, pressing their hips together. He giggled, leaning in to nibble at Lan Zhan’s throat.
“Love you, baobei.” He murmured against his skin. Lan Wanji’s hand slid down to his ass, squeezing it with just the perfect amount of strength that had Wei Wuxian letting out a delighted purr.
“Love you, Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said. Wei Wuxian removed his mouth from his husband’s throat, trailing a hand up his sculpted abs and settling on his shoulder. With a tiny bit of force he managed to roll them over so Lan Zhan was crushing him into the bed. He let out a content sigh, smiling up at his husband.
“Perfect.” He declared. He freed his legs and wrapped them around Wangji’s waist, tugging him down so all of his lower body was aligned with his own. The feeling of his husband’s gifted cock pressing against his own always sent a thrill down Wei Wuxian’s thigh, and now was no exception. But instead of arousal, all he felt was adoration. That in and of itself was amazing to him. To feel the hefty weight of Lan Zhan’s cock pressing against his own, yet netiher of them were getting hard, was something he never thought he would be able to do. In fact, it wasn’t, in those early years of their marriage.
Arousal was no longer just a carnal urge to Wei Wuxian. Before he realized it, it was tied to emotions as well. He and his husband fucked, and often, but it wasn’t becase one of them bent over and the shape of their ass turned them on. Or at least it wasn’t like that anymore. Sex was about connecting at the most intimate level, wanting to truly become one in as many ways as they could, and getting off on that. Yes, Wangji was smoking hot, and he truly won in the “Hottest Husband” battle across the realm. Yes, if he caught his husband naked or coming out of a body of water his throat went dry and his dick began to harden.
But it wasn’t the sight of his body anymore. It was the knowledge that only he could sink his teeth into those strong shoulders. It was the knowledge that he was the only human on this planet to have swallowed his Lan Zhan’s seed. The only one to shove his tongue in his ass, a place that had taken at least six months of coaxing before his husband agreed to give it a try. It was the knowledge that his ass was the only one his beloved had ever wanted, regardless of his body. The knowledge that Lan Zhan saw past his exterior and lusted after his soul, not his looks.
This level of intimacy was something he had always wanted, even if it had taken him two lifetimes to figure it out.
“Wei Ying?” At his husband’s question, he looked up and met his concerned gaze.
“Thinking about you is all. Come here.” He said, pressing on Lan Zhan’s shoulders. His husband obeyed, dropping all of his weight onto Wei Wuxian. He smiled as Wangji pressed his ear over his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He gathered Lan Zhan’s hair into his hand, pushing it to the side so he could rub his hands up and down his back.
He tenderly traced each scar, chuckling a bit as he felt the lines he had just left on his husband’s back. They would be gone in the morning, of course, but it was nice to know that he could tell them apart from the lashes. He felt his husband let out an amused huff of his own, no doubt picking up on his train of thought.
His hands traveled back up to his head, and he gently began to run his hands through his hair. Lan Zhan let out a pleased noise, not quite a purr but not quite a grunt, and buried his face in Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. Wei Wuxian felt himself melt a little, loving how his husband was so at ease at his touch. After all this time, when he began to stroke Lan Zhan’s hair, his husband would begin to doze off. When he was feeling particularly naughty he would do it in the middle of important meetings, and then be delighted at the punishment his ass would get later that night.
He loved Lan Zhan’s hair. It was so smooth and long, and strong. He could yank on it and his husband wouldn’t even flinch. Wei Wuxian really envied that about his husband. His own scalp was very sensitive, and sometimes when he was running a comb through it, he’d cry out in pain. But then his angel of a husband would appear, and with the delicacy that only a musician’s fingers could pull off, he’s untangle the knot that the comb caught and then finish doing his hair.
He watched with rapt attention as his husband began to slip into sleep. While he missed seeing his husband’s golden eyes, he loved looking at Lan Zhan’s long lashes. They were a sharp contrast to his pale skin, and Wei Wuxian adored it. He resisted the urge to stroke his lovely cheekbones, as it would no doubt wake his beloved. Even after all this time, Lan Zhan was a light sleeper. Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, could sleep through just about everything if he was with his Lan Zhan. If he was alone, he slept like shit. But the moment that Lan Zhan wrapped him in his arms, he felt safe.
He felt like he was finally home.
Another content sigh escaped him, and he leaned his head down to press a kiss to the top of his beloved’s head. All of this internal swooning over his husband had made him sleepy. He nuzzled the top of his head before pulling back and closing his eyes. It didn’t take long at all for him to drift off as well.