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

[48.] Daytime.[continued] 🔞

It was just past noon time, and Wei Ying, fascinated, was watching the rays of the weak winter sun fall all over Lan Zhan, who was carrying him in his arms, and now placed him under a young cherry tree in their garden. 

The sunshine was coming from behind his back, making his skin and eyes look glimmering, like the purest gold. 

Enchanted, he could not look away; he also could not resist it when his husband opened up his robes and pulled down his pants and started kissing him all over. The chilly air made him hard, his nipples were more sensitive than usual, and he enjoyed pinching one with his own fingers while Lan Wangji was sucking and biting on the other. 

He moaned with the pleasure of the teasing – the hot breath on his skin felt amazing.

Lan Zhan undid his headband and pulled it out of his hair, and now Wei Ying was watching lovingly the black smooth mass fall all over him as his husband was licking his nipples, licking the tip of his hard-on, and going back up – was also licking his lips.

- Oh, Gods... Lan Zhan... you have no idea... So beautiful...So amazing...

He was murmuring, absolutely in love, drunk on the beauty and the closeness.

- You talk too much, beloved. – Lan Zhan smiled, and abruptly took him all in his mouth.

Wei Wuxian whimpered – it was so good. He felt weak and was ready to give in and let his husband have his way with him, when suddenly Lan Zhan let go of him, leaving him wet and shivering in the cold air. He quickly took his wrists, put them together and tied them up with the Gusu Clan headband. He then tied the end to the lowest twig of the tree. Wei Ying was gaping, surprised.

- So cruel... So beautiful...Such cold beauty ... You are a beast, husband. I love you!  –  Wei Ying was painfully hard and trembling, but also – mesmerized.

- What was it now? Before I fuck you outdoors, you wanted to watch me pleasure myself? – he laughed. – Consider it another birthday present, Wei Qianbei.

Wei Wuxian smiled; his beautiful husband never realized how good he really was at teasing and punishing him. He just needed to let himself go.

- Do it, my love. Do it for me! Imagine today is my birthday... Show me... Show me how much you want me, Hanguang-Jun!!!  –  he cried in a husky voice.

Lan Zhan took a long look at him – he was half-naked, panting, his nipples and his cock here pink and very hard. His mouth was open and he was biting his lips viciously, craving for him. He smiled.

Wei Ying was watching that naughty smile and wondered how it was ever possible that he could love him more... Lan Zhan put his hands on his ribs, and blushing, slid one hand to caress his nipples, and the other – to rest on his belly. His long fingers caressed his lips – slowly, teasing, letting the tip of his tongue play with them too; and he then closed his eyes, letting both his hands trace a path down, following every fold of his body, knowing that this was a torture for Wei Ying to watch. 

When he reached his loins, he opened his eyes, and – gasping – asked:

- Do you like what you see, husband?

Wei Ying moaned.

- Please, don't stop... Please... I am already so wet for you...

Lan Zhan bit his lip and groaned as his hand grabbed his hard-on and started stroking slowly. His petting was getting more and more intense and aggressive, as he sped up, throwing his head back and gazing up to the sky with unseeing eyes. 

He changed his speed several times, jerking himself off, but never wanting to come, as he wanted to save it all for their sex later. His moans were so arousing for Wei Ying that he tried to get out of the bond and run to him, take him in his mouth, take him in himself, have him, fully. The knots were just getting tighter and his body was writhing, arching as he was trying to break the twig – anything was better than just sitting there, watching helplessly.

- You are killing me, Lan Zhan! – he wailed. – I am dying!!!

He was dripping with juices – saliva dripping from his lips, pre-cum trickling down to mix with the moisture between his buttocks. He was as ready as he could be, yearning for that beautiful cock, heaving and moaning, shivering with tension and the cold.

- Please... this is punishment enough, Hanguang-Jun... Please... no more! Please!! Let me go! Take me!

Lan Zhan approached him slowly. He murmured:

- Are you begging, my love?

- I am... I am begging... I am begging on my knees, Hanguang-Jun... - Wei Ying whimpered.

- Are you ready for me, my loved one?  –  Lan Zhan smiled tenderly, caressing his face, and feeling how hot he felt to the touch.

- I am... Take me! Take me, Hanguang-Jun... I am yours...

Lan Zhan nodded and kneeled between his legs, pulling him in, without untying his wrists, though, and –spreading him wide open on his lap – he caressed the glistening pink ring of his orifice, making him groan with the pleasure. His eyes were hungrily roaming the white slender body in front of him, helplessly prostrated on the ground, all muscles tense and clearly visible. He bit his lips – it was pure beauty. Wei Ying moaned loud, it was torture, but still it felt so good to see his husband so turned on.

- Yes, so wet...so pretty... Yes, you are throbbing already, waiting for me, my love. Waiting patiently. Burning for me... - Lan Wangji's eyes had gone dark again, and he looked at Wei Ying flushed face, thirsty, ravenous. He let some spit fall on his hard-on and after a couple of swift strokes – he led it in, deep and sharp. Wei Ying's wild yell brought him immense pleasure, as he knew precisely how good it felt.

- I love you... I love you... Lan Zhan, I love you so much.... Uhhhh...

He closed his eyes and relaxed to his husband's movements. Lan Wangji was grabbing his hips and supporting him on top of him, thrusting inside him slowly but very sharply, reaching very deep inside him, and making him scream with the pain and the pleasure, shivering with cold and weakness.

- Is it good, my heart? – Lan Zhan murmured, leaning in to kiss and lick Wei Ying's belly and his cock repeatedly, still reaching deep inside him.

- I feel you... Ah! Uhhh, Lan Zhan... Harder! Ah! Mmmm.... Faster... please...please....So good! So good! My love, so good!!!

Lan Wangji sped up now, enjoying Wei Wuxian's yells – the heat inside him was driving him insane, and the cold outside was making him harder than ever. The friction between the two of them, the point of connection – this was all that kept him sane, it was all his mind could focus on, it felt so unbearably good. He panted heavily, impossibly aroused, and came deep inside Wei Ying with a loud grunt, shivering with waves of extreme ecstasy. 

He pulled out, dizzy and sweating all over, letting Wei Ying down carefully and now straddling him, moving on top and - without a word – taking him deep into his throat.

Wei Wuxian forgot all about the pain in his back and in his wrists. His brain was exploding with the pleasure that Lan Zhan was offering him now. He wanted to caress him, to hold him, he yearned to tell him just how much it was ...how good it was...but nothing worked, his body was not his own any more. He drifted in an ocean that was honey and pure love. 

He lost himself, he wanted to belong. Tears of joy were running down his cheeks and with a deep sigh he felt his body arch and let go, find release in that one beautiful mouth that loved kissing him, biting him, murmuring the softest words to him.

He was shivering, feeling very cold after the orgasm was over, and, looking around, he noticed that the sun was setting.

- Lan Zhan... My love...

- Wei Ying...

- Look up, my love. – he whispered, noticing a small snowflake on Lan Wangji's hair.

They both stared at the sky, flushed and sweaty, and slippery, but mesmerized. Lan Zhan smiled.

It was starting to snow, and it was somehow perfect.

He leaned in to untie the knot over Wei Ying's wrists, earning several kisses on his chest while he was doing so. 

He murmured, lovingly:

- Was it everything you wanted, sweetheart?

Wei Wuxian's breathing hitched. 

He whimpered:

- You are a tease, Lan Zhan! I hate you!  –  he tugged at the headband, but only made things worse. He heard his husband laugh out loud, and it was the best sound in the world. He added:

- But I love the way you fuck me, Hanguang-Jun. Nothing is better than it. It is all I ever want...

He grinned at Lan Zhan's blushing cheeks, and when he was finally free of his bonds, he fell in his arms, letting his husband crush him to his chest and hold him close as the soft first snow of the year was falling on them.

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