[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[41.] Tease./Defy.🔞

The moment the doors closed their mouths clashed in a passionate kiss. 

Lan Zhan pulled Wei Ying closer and locked him in his arms, pressing him against his chest, longing for him so badly that he was close to tears. Wei Wuxian felt dizzy one more time, his lover was drinking him up, drinking all his air, leaving him breathless, and he was dying a little, just like so many times before.

- I didn't want you to come. I didn't want you to get upset... - Lan Zhan murmured breathlessly too. - I worry for you, Wei Ying...

- No more talking about dying... You are not allowed to die, Lan Zhan... -  Wei Ying mumbled.

- I wasn't sure when we will see him again... It might be a year or two, you know... And now with the baby... - Lan Zhan could not go on, as Wei Ying loosened the front of his robes and, taking his hand, placed it in his bosom, letting Lan Zhan feel him, feel his heart beating. He whispered in a coarse voice:

- Touch me.... Lan Zhan... Take me... Will you punish me tonight....?

He bit his lip and sighed deeply as Lan Wangji moved his hand beneath his clothes to caress his nipples and slid it up to squeeze his throat gently. Wei Ying looked up at the beautiful face, as he was now almost lying down, his husband leaning over him, dark hair falling over them both  – his head on Lan Zhan's thigh and almost resting in his lap.

- I remember. You... disobeyed. – Lan Zhan's voice was breaking, the man in his arms was far too beautiful, far too sexy, lying in front of him, subdued, his white skin exposed, his mouth half open and ready for anything.

- I want you... - Wei Ying whispered feverishly, licking his lips. – I miss you...

- Wei Ying...  -  Lan Zhan was caressing his lips with his fingertips now, teasing, his hand still on Wei Wuxian's throat, squeezing a little more, forcing him to stare right into his face. – Why are you in such a heat lately... Tell me.  I wonder...

- And you?  –  Wei Ying managed to laugh out loud, although the firm grip on his neck that was pinning him into position was turning him on too much – it was a promise for the night. Perhaps his lover will tie him up? – How many times did we fuck today, Lan Zhan? Do you remember? I don't! – he grinned, feeling the grip on his throat tighten. He defied this power over him further, as he reached out and caressed Lan Zhan's erection through the fabric of his clothes. – And what is this? Aren't you once again hard for me, beloved?  –  his eyes were sparkling and he knew that Lan Zhan would not take much more provoking before exploding.

- Aren't you?  –  Lan Wangji growled and let go of his neck suddenly and was on top of him swiftly, tearing his robes open and pulling his pants down in just a second. 

Wei Wuxian gasped, the cool air on his skin made his nipples and cock even harder. He smiled impishly at Lan Zhan's flushed cheeks:

- So? Do you like what you see, husband?  –  he grinned, bringing his fingers to his mouth and touching his lips with his fingertips sensually – just like he would do to his lover in bed.

Lan Wangji was shivering all over, painfully aroused. There was only one person in the whole world who was driving him crazy, and he was lying underneath him at that very moment.

- Should I fuck you one more time? Or do we put it off for after dinner... - his fingertips were slowly tracing their path along Wei Ying's body, making him shiver with pleasure.

- Uhh... Lan Zhan... -  Wei Ying was ready, right there and then. His body was recalling the sensation of utter and complete pleasure and contentment with every single touch.

- Yes? Yes? Will you beg, Wei Ying...? – Lan Zhan leaned over him, feeling his body's heat, all flushed and reckless with arousal and desire. 

He saw that Wei Wuxian was opening his mouth to say something and he quickly pushed a finger right into it. He hadn't planned for it, just that mouth was truly driving him insane. Wei Ying closed his eyes, not protesting at all, but rather sucking on the finger now, letting his tongue play with it. Lan Wangji moaned, it was so good, and it inexplicably turned him on more. Wei Ying's hands were sliding under his husband's robes and were now squeezing his butt, making him shudder with pleasure. Lan Zhan pushed another finger in the hot, moist mouth, making Wei Ying moan too.