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

[57.] White rain.[continued] 🔞

Lan Zhan pushed his back down gently so that he could go on all fours again, and caressed his gentle skin yet again.

The view was amazing – he could see every little muscle on Wei Wuxian's back, his arching spine when his pleasure reached a peak, his buttocks, open for him, and he watched the pink ring that had been swallowing him for hours now twitch and throb; he knew for sure Wei Wuxian was as turned on as he was.

He was watching, fascinated, the tension of the tight skin, as it was being pulled apart in all directions by the girth of his hard-on. He pushed into his lover again, slower now, wondering if he was in any pain. Wei Ying would often get so lost in the pleasure that he would forget about the pain, well, until the next morning. He was listening to his moans, but it was all pleasure and pleas for him not to stop, never to stop.

Still, he decided to pause for a moment and take some more of the balm, although Wei Ying was already extremely wet because of his excitement and the heavy petting. He pulled out a little, so that his cock was half-way in and half-way out. The glistening pink skin circling it was stretched and strained to the extreme. 

He took a little of the balm and his fingers gently placed it, massaging the pink circumference, rubbing it in, going round and in circles.

The sight fascinated him so much that he forgot about all else – his fingers were not stopping, caressing the point of their contact, the skin that was connecting them, and separating them, the gentle thin border – where his body ended and his lover's body started.

His brain was turned off, and it was perhaps minutes later that he finally heard Wei Ying's cries:

- Hanguang-Jun!!! You are killing me!!! Please!!! Mercy, Hanguang-Jun!!! I cannot bear any more!!! I cannot take any more!!!!My heart will explode!!! Mercy!!!

Saliva was dripping from Wei Wuxian's chin as he was unable to even gasp for breath – the extreme pleasure was making his whole body shake, and he was barely kneeling in the bed. This was the most unbearable pleasure his husband had ever given him. He could not, would not move – he needed more of it, but in the same time - his heart was pounding faster than ever before and his blood was all in his head and his cock, and he noticed – too late – that his nose was bleeding.

- Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan... Please, move... Move... Please! I am dying... It is too much, Hanguang-Jun!!! Why are you punishing me?? Lan Zhan!!!

Thankfully, mercifully, he felt his husband's hands on his hips again, and there came the very thing he wished for - Hanguang-Jun was thrusting in him again, now ramming into him with all his strength.

Wei Ying clenched his teeth and pushed his lower body into his loins too, helping him make fuller contact, meeting him half-way, crashing into him, feeling his cock reach to his core, to his heart, pierce the darkness, pierce through death, pierce his soul.

- MORE!!! – he cried savagely, not caring who would hear him, nothing mattered in that moment – nothing but his husband's body inside him.

None of them knew how much more time had passed. 

In the end, Lan Zhan came inside him forcefully and with a grunt, fighting for breath, all slippery and covered in sweat. Feeling the unbearable hotness flow in him, Wei Ying collapsed on his belly on the bed, whimpering, feeling Lan Wangji fall over him too, still not pulling out.

He vaguely wondered just how much time he had spent inside him that night. Hours, for sure. He didn't want to let go. He wouldn't let go.

Wei Wuxian understood.