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Practical Applications of Young's Modulus: Theory and Experimentation by MarsDiogenes
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
28 May 2023
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Nie Huaisang's friends have a hypothesis that needs testing, and since they're here helping him celebrate his birthday anyway...
Happy Birthday, Nie-zongzhu.
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Practical Applications of Young's Modulus: Theory and Experimentation by MarsDiogenes * Favorite Quote
Huaisang tilts his head, baring his neck to better see Lan Wangji’s face, and returns his hand squeeze, grasping onto it more tightly. Lan Wangji bends down over him and places a soft kiss against his temple, then another on his cheek. And then, before Huaisang has time to brace himself, he goes further down still and presses his lips against Huaisang’s.
He had not thought that he’d ever have this again once Lan Wangji had married. He didn’t realise how much he’d missed it. Nevertheless, he only relaxes into the kiss once he hears Wei Wuxian coo encouragingly from where he sits somewhere beside Huaisang on top of the table.
Huaisang opens his mouth to Lan Wangji’s tongue, and Lan Wangji hums a short, content sound. Huaisang is lost to the tidal sweeps of his kisses. In and out, in slow, languid waves, never fully retreating, and always returning. Kissing Lan Wangji feels like what he would imagine drowning feels like. Huaisang is caught, scraped raw by the movements of his tongue and blunt teeth. He moans when his own tongue is drawn out and given a firm suck.
Huaisang has long mastered the trick of breathing through his nose, but a press of Lan Xichen’s fingers against the sensitive spot inside him has Huaisang gasping into Lan Wangji’s mouth.
“Four now, A-Sang,” says Lan Xichen, a smile in his voice. “You’re taking me so well.”
Four? So many already? Huaisang whimpers against Lan Wangji’s lips, and Wei Wuxian squeezes his thigh reassuringly.
“You’re doing so great, Nie-xiong! You’re opening right up for Lan da-ge. Such a good boy, such a good boy.”
Lady Guanyin, goddess of mercy, how can anyone expect him to just lay here and take this when they keep- keep-
“Tie up his hands,” says Jiang Wanyin from somewhere. “He likes that.”
Nie Huaisang pants. “Quiet, you.”
“Oho,” says Wei Wuxian. “Lan Zhan, could you-”
Lan Wangji strokes down the line of Huaisang’s shoulders and wraps his large hands around Huaisang’s wrists.
“In front or behind?”
Wei Wuxian hums. “We’d have to turn him around to tie his hands behind his back, and he looks so pretty right now, all spread out for us like a meal.”
“Mm. This then.”
Lan Wangji pulls Huaisang’s wrists over his head, pinning them down with one palm onto the wooden surface.
“Oh, lovely,” says Wei Wuxian, looking down at Huaisang. He strokes a hand down Huaisang’s chest, eyes dark with want, and Huaisang can feel the heat of it even through the bunched-up silk. “So lovely. Look at you, Nie-xiong. I want to eat you all up.”
Lan Wangji's hand squeezes down around his wrists, and Huaisang moans through his teeth. Curse him. Curse Jiang Wanyin. And most of all, curse his sensitive wrists.
He’d always been particularly weak there. Many of his lovers had been fascinated by how quickly he turns meek and docile when his wrists are taken captive. He’s not really sure why it makes him so pliant, but kisses and nips on the sensitive skin over his veins had always reduced him to a panting mess faster than even hands on his cock.
The sensation of Lan Wangji’s – big, Huaisang thinks, big, big, big – hands on them almost succeeds in distracting him from the ways the muscles of his rim stretch against Lan Xichen’s hand.
Almost.
“Just the thumb now, A-Sang,” says Lan Xichen, pressing a kiss against his upper thigh. “Here we go.”
Huaisang takes a deep breath and yelps as he feels the push of Lan Xichen’s digit against his hole.
“That’s it, A-Sang. Good boy. There we go.”
The thumb nudges in slightly, massaging the rim and retreating, only to push back in a little further. Again, and again.
This is- this is a lot.
“Xichen-ge,” he pants, “Xichen-ge, I can’t-”
“You can, A-Sang. I know you can,” Lan Xichen replies, voice serene and calming. “Don’t worry, darling, I have you.”
Huaisang lets out a long and drawn-out moan as Lan Xichen’s thumb breaches his rim to join the rest of the fingers inside Huaisang’s body. The stretch is intense, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just… a lot.
“Look at you, A-Sang, taking all of my fingers. So beautiful. Does it feel good?”
Huaisang keens as he feels Lan Xichen rotate his hand back and forth in slow, gentle motions.
“Ah! Ah, Xichen-ge, nghn!”
“So good, A-Sang.”
Lan Xichen’s fingers delve deeper and deeper still into Huaisang, milking more and more sounds out of him. He brushes against the tender spot in him occasionally, and Huaisang lets out pleasured squeaks at every stroke.