[[[忘羡 | WangXian 1]] : The Second Kiss That Came Too Soon

[32.] Midnight lovemaking. [🔞]

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That night, around midnight, Wei Ying snuck out of his room and climbed Lan Zhan's window, as he often would. He was surprised to find it closed and locked – uh, his Shizun was still angry at him.

- Lan Zhan!  –  Wei Ying whispered loudly.  –  Lan Zhan, wake up! Let me in! Are you sleeping? Lan Zhan?

There was constant knocking on the window and Lan Zhan was fuming, certain that the noise had woken almost everyone by now. He did not move from his bed, hoping that Wei Wuxian would give up and go away, but no such luck. He persisted, knocking and calling for him – at midnight!

Finally, he got up and unlocked the window.

- Wei Ying, go away. – he was just about to close the window again when a hand slipped in and he stopped, exasperated.

- No, no, nononono, Shizun!  We must talk! 5 minutes! 2 minutes!  Please!  –  he begged, now his face and upper torso wedged in the window frame.

Lan Zhan huffed and turned his back to him, leaving Wei Ying in the dark to climber out of the frame as well as he could. Finally, he jumped to the floor, dusting himself off and approaching Lan Zhan.

- You are still mad at me, I see...  -  he started.  –  But don't you think this punishment is too much, Lan Zhan? - he blurted out, frowning.

- Am I not your Shizun?  Am I not the one  to decide on punishment for you?  –  Lan Zhan asked coldly.

Wei Ying knew this tone. He bowed a little and answered:

- Yes, Shizun. Forgive me.

Lan Zhan did not turn around and they stood in silence for a couple of minutes.

It seemed that it was an impasse, so Wei Ying decided to take the first step – if they were to set out before dawn, they had only a couple of hours' rest ahead of them. Wei Wuxian approached him carefully, and slowly slid his hands around Lan Zhan's waist, hugging him from behind.

- Forgive me, Shizun. –  he whispered.  –  I only wanted to make you smile.
Lan Wangji's heart skipped a beat. He put his own hand over Wei Ying's interlaced fingers.

- I thought you'd be happy that we'll be finally alone, Wei Ying...  -  he said coarsely.

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows. 

So this is what this was about. 

He grinned.

- Shizun knows best, of course. 

He pressed his face against Lan Zhan's back and placed a couple of kisses over his shirt. Lan Zhan shivered for a moment; Wei Ying knew too well he loved those small kisses on his back. He turned around to face Wei Ying, smiling now.

- Say that again, Young Master Wei...  -  he breathed, his face dangerously close to Wei Ying's.

- My Master knows best... My love knows best... Shizun knows best...  -  he whispered slowly, seeing how his words had an immediate effect on the Lan boy. 

– Lan Zhan, I haven't been kissed since yesterday night... Can I get a kiss now... just one... I seem to have forgotten what your kisses taste like...  -  he was chanting, speaking in Lan Zhan's face, his lips moving and faintly touching his lover's skin.

- Beg... beg for it...  -  Lan Zhan lisped, his hands shaking with excitement and arousal, moving up to draw Wei Ying closer, tighter, to himself.

- Please, Shizun, I am begging you... have mercy, kiss me... I am burning up, I need your kiss...  - Wei Wuxian croaked, his voice breaking.

He was so tuned on, yet again. Every time they touched – it was like gravity. They fell into each other, attracted severely to one another, yearning to become one. For the thousandth time, Wei Ying thought to himself that this really hurt, but he could not keep away. He felt the absolute and physical need to be close to his lover.

- Hmmmmm.  –  Lan Zhan's finger caressed Wei Ying's lips slowly, enjoying the moan this triggered. The smaller boy closed his eyes, anticipating pleasure. 

His Shizun was in a playful mood tonight.

Lan Wangji used his fingers to caress and massage the gentle lips that were now getting redder by the second, and also slightly swollen. Wei Ying's face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. Lan Zhan bent over and started kissing his neck, one hand buried in Wei Ying's hair, propping his head as the kisses got more violent, and the other hand patiently untying his belt and undergarments, and sliding down to caress Wei Ying's hard-on.

The combination of pleasure and pain made Wei Ying moan loudly, and Lan Zhan moved his mouth up to muffle that cry. He was kissing him deeply and passionately, now leading him towards the bed, where they fell without noticing at all.

Lan Zhan's mouth was kissing thirstily  –  this soft skin, those tender lips, the little moans – they were never enough. He broke the kiss only to draw breath, moving down on Wei Ying, fine drops of sweat covering both their bodies.

- Shizun... I am... uh... so sorry for ...uhhhhh.. today... Do you forgive...me?  –  Wei Ying was whispering, his body responding to every kiss, and lick and bite, his fingers digging into Lan Zhan's shoulders.

- Mmmmmm.  –  Lan Wangji's mouth was sucking on his nipples, moving down so his lips could touch and caress his belly and Wei Ying closed his eyes again, wishing he'd never stop.

- Shizun... how can this be so good...  Uhhh... Shizun, I---

He could not continue as a small cry came out of his mouth as Lan Zhan took the tip of his cock in his mouth and sucked hard.

- Ahhhh...  -  Wei Ying moaned. – Please... more... Lan Zhan...more...

Lan Zhan took him in his mouth, licking and sucking, taking his time. He felt Wei Ying's body writhe under every small pressure – he was already so hard and so sensitive. Wei Ying felt hot in his mouth, throbbing with all the blood that pumped through his veins, and Lan Zhan sucked faster and harder, knowing full well what was coming next.

- Lan Zhan... I am almost there... please... I am almost finished!

- Will you come for me, boy?  –  Lan Wangji removed his mouth and took the wet cock in his hand, pumping hard.

- YES, I...  -  Wei Ying was lost in a cry, which he tried to hide in a pillow, realizing that they were being too loud. He came hard into Lan Zhan's hands, and his Shizun was smiling at the sight of the white pearls all over his belly. He kissed and licked the tip again, causing Wei Ying to shiver uncontrollably and groan into the same pillow, content.

When they finally caught their breath, cuddling now, Wei Ying asked:

- Umm, Lan Zhan, I am not sure I deserved that...  -  he blushed.  –  Not that I am complaining...

- Mmmm.  –  Lan Wangji was happy. He was always happy when his lover was so close to him.

- Lan Zhan, will you make love to me...for real... when we are all alone? -  Wei Ying ventured.

The tall boy froze for a moment, then drew a breath sharply.

- What does this mean, Wei Ying? – he asked.

- Well.... –  Wei Ying rested his head on Lan Zhan's chest, listening to his heart beating – his heart would tell him everything, even when his love would not say a word. He loved sleeping there, cuddling there.

- You remember that I told you that I am ready...and I want you... -  Wei Ying gasped. Even the mere thought of the extreme pleasure was making him dizzy.

Lan Zhan said nothing, but listened carefully.

- I just... wanted to tell you... I haven't changed my mind, Lan Zhan...

- Why are you bringing this up, Wei Ying? – Lan Zhan looked at him – he was blushing violently.

- Well.. ummm... I just... well, you give me so much pleasure... even tonight... and I – I wanted to give some pleasure back, to you. –  Wei Ying mumbled.

- What makes you think that sucking you dry did not bring pleasure to me as well?  -  Lan Zhan asked calmly.

Wei Ying froze  –  it was very, very rare that his lover would use any profane speech  –  although he often did profane things to his body - and so he knew tonight was special for some reason. Lan Zhan was in a really good mood. Perhaps it was because of the anticipation of the trip – 6 days to themselves sounded like Heaven.

- Ughhh... I am glad if... it... did?  –  Wei Ying was a bit lost. It was not too often that Lan Zhan would act this way – and he had close to no experience how to act in such situations. – So, Lan Zhan, does this mean that...you'll make love to me? Finally? – Wei Ying's face lit up.

Lan Zhan looked deep into his eyes.

- How badly do you want it, Young Master Wei?  –  he fake-pouted, teasing.

- Very... uh... very badly. Lan Zhan, it's very bad...  -  Wei Ying said coarsely.

- I'll think about it.  –  Lan Zhan said contently.  – If you are a good boy, that is.

With these words, Lan Zhan got up, collected Wei Ying's clothes, handed them to him, and got the door wide open for him.

Wei Wuxian gaped, speechless, and this did not  happen often. 

He took his stuff, sulking, exited Lan Zhan's room, casting one last angry look at him, and tiptoed to his room, butt naked. 

He sighed:  his Shizun was  still very very mad at him!!!