Uncle's supervision

Chapter 7

Lan Wangji was attentively observing his husband as he was massaging his inner tights. He had seen that Wei Ying was tense and he had thought that perhaps redirecting his attention elsewhere could do that trick, he supposed that it would hurt even more if the other did not relax.

He tried to recall their previous times and whether his husband had been tense as well but to his immense embarrassment and disappointment, he could not tell. Wei Ying of course tried to hide his discomfort just as always and Lan Wangji had to admit that he had not been paying too much attention to anything aside for pleasuring his husband and chasing his own pleasure. He really should have been looking at Wei Ying's face all this time.

In their current position, there were countless possibilities: they could kiss, Lan Wangji could play with his husband's hair or nipples, he could suck love bites onto his skin. Why had he not thought of it before? They had wasted a week of showing tender affection, he would have to make up for it from now on.

Once he saw that Wei Ying was completely lost in pleasure, moaning sweetly under his touches, Lan Wangji proceeded to the next step. He paid even more attention to the sensitive areas on his husband's inner tights and then he moved even lower, kissing his entrance. It caused Wei Ying to give out of a small adorable yelp. He was ready.

Lan Wangji oh so slowly inserted himself inside of his husband, looking at his face all the while. From the way Wei Ying's eyes were closed, his lips pressed in a tight line and his breaths forcefully kept deep and regular, he could tell that the other was still in pain, despite all his efforts.

He did not know what he was doing wrong, he followed the instructions in the book perfectly: he positioned Wei Ying so the pressure would be off his back, he made him excited before entering and he had inserted himself slowly. What else could he do? The book had been kind of vague in the terms of describing the exact steps of 'preparation', it was more focused on the actual execution.

He stopped once he was inside, deciding whether he should just pull out and stop or if he should continue. Of course, he wanted to go on, to reach climax and ease his painfully throbbing erection, but not on Wei Ying's expense. He could not let his husband who he had promised to protect be in pain while he would selfishly pleasure himself.

Staying completely still while using all of his painstakingly learned self-restraint, he was at a complete loss. He could feel Wei Ying shuddering under him, flinching occasionally, his hot insides were clenching on him as if his husband wanted to squeeze him to death. All the while, he could see that Wei Ying was doing his best to overcome the pain and not show him and of his discomfort.

At that exact moment, Lan Wangji had enough, he had decided. If he really was causing pain to the love of his life, he could not bear it. If he could not hold himself back and give Wei Ying pleasure, it was better that they stopped right now and never recommenced. He was sure that they could have a good life even without making love; they had managed just fine until now. Even if that was before they have learned that their feelings were mutual and their love returned.

Before he could follow his decision with action and pull out, Wei Ying suddenly grabbed him and drew him closer, kissing him as if his life depended on it. Lan Wangji knew fully well that he could not lose himself to his greed and lust but that thought just flew out of the window. In the next moment, he was already pounding into his husband without any restraint. He did not even double check if Wei Ying was still in pain or not. All of his senses were overcome by pleasure and he knew he would not be able to stop until he climaxed.

In his desperate search of release, he started stroking his husband's erection to give him the same pleasure he was feeling. Or at least something similar for using one's hand could not in any extent be compared to having tender and hot insides cling to him and spasm against his own hard member.

He did not know how long it took him to climax and fall over his husband. By that time, Wei Ying's eyes were closed, he had lost consciousness. Lan Wangji could tell that it was not sleep, for that, his husband was too still and his head was rolled unnaturally onto one side. He had done it again, he did not succeed at keeping his self-restrain and he had hurt his beloved.

Lan Wangji got up slowly and walked towards where a basin of water and clean towels were always prepared. He was silently berating himself and seriously musing about the question if he should ever touch his husband again.

When he came back to the bed, Wei Ying was already back to consciousness and he was grinning at him, happy sparkles in his eyes. Still, Lan Wangji could tell that he was in pain because otherwise, nothing would be able to contain Wei Ying in one place for this long. Without a word, he started gently cleaning him, making sure not to jostle him too much and cause him more pain.

Wei Ying was quiet for a minute or two but then, he slowly turned on his side and propelled his upper body up using his elbow. He grinned at Lan Wangji even more brightly now, his eyes sparkling: "Lan Zhan, that was the best time ever. Could we maybe try that again? I like to see your face."

Those were not the words Lan Wangji wanted to hear from his husband nor the words that Wei Ying himself probably wanted to say. By all rights, he should have been reprimanding Lan Wangji for hurting him, he should have been complaining nonstop about all his pains, he should have been in a visible discomfort. But no, of course not, he was thinking about Wei Ying here. His husband hated to show any and all weakness and also any and all discomfort, and the more serious it was, the more he would try to hide it.

However, the awed and happy expression in his eyes did not let Lan Wangji to ponder for too long. He leaned down and kissed Wei Ying, first on his forehead and then on the lips. He turned him around onto his stomach and started gently caressing and massaging him. It was not a foreplay for another round, not at all, it was just meant to help Wei Ying relax his surely hurting muscles and go to sleep. His husband was literally purring under his touch and he could feel the tense muscles giving way.

While Lan Wangji was moving his hands almost automatically, he was swearing to himself that tomorrow, he would study the book Lan Qiren gave him even more attentively. Perhaps he had overlooked some advice, perhaps he had not been careful enough. And he should go talk to his uncle again, he had received valuable guidance from him so it was possible that Lan Qiren would be able to tell him how to keep his self-restraint when making love to his husband.

Yes, that was it, even if he and his uncle were not on the best terms, never been for that matter, not since the death of Lan Wangji's mother, they were still family. Hopefully he would not be punished by him again just for begging for advice. After all, it had been Lan Qiren who had approached him with this topic in mind first. He would have preferred it to be his brother, it was easier to talk with him, but he had no choice right now, not with Lan Xichen still in seclusion and devastated by the death of both his sworn brothers.

He finished the massage and helped Wei Ying to get under the covers, lulling him to sleep by humming the song he had written especially for him. His husband closed his eyes and soon, his breathing evened out, he was finally sound asleep.

Lan Wangji had no way of confirming if the new position had or had not been less painful for his beloved. He certainly enjoyed it a lot, and from Wei Ying's earlier comment about wanting to use it again, so did the other. His husband had also been able to propel himself on his elbow which he had not done any other time. So, could Lan Wangji at least hope it had been better and easier for him?

Since he could not ask Wei Ying directly, he would just have to wait until morning and confirm it while watching his husband attentively. With that last thought, he also closed his eyes, way after the curfew, and fell into slumber full of images of his sweet and attractive Wei Ying, moaning under him and asking for more.