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

[60.] The Bath.[continued] 🔞

- Wei Ying... Why did you...

- Well, sweetheart, what else do we do in winter? With all the snow? – Wei Wuxian grinned, and buried his face in his husband's hair. – Let me tell you what. We stay in bed, where it's warm... and we do.. what we do best... We... - he panted, and breathed the words slowly. - ... we make love... we make poetry... - he exhaled deeply. – I want to show you... just how much I want you... Show you, my love... every day...

His voice was getting deeper and lower with the heavy desire once again, and Lan Zhan moved a little, taking him in his arms again, breathing heavily.

- Wei Ying... How... How do we rest... How can I be here, so close to you, and not kiss you...not want you... - he panted, his lips brushing against Wei Ying's lips, yearning.

- Do I turn you on...? Do I make you hard...? Do I make you burn...? – Wei Wuxian asked coarsely, his eyes drinking the beautiful face in front of him, yearning to be loved, to be kissed.

- Oh... - Lan Wangji gasped, not daring look away from those bright eyes. – One word... One word is enough... One touch... One look... - he moaned as Wei Ying's hand caressed his loins, feeling him up. – Sometimes... - he swallowed hard. – sometimes...one sound is enough... A moan... Wei Ying....

- Lan Zhan... It will be hard... - Wei Ying chanted, moving his hand lazily up and down Lan Wangji's clothes. – so hard...to spend the day...here...all alone... and not make love... - he sighed happily, feeling how hard his lover was at that exact moment.

- It hurts... - Lan Wangji was holding him tight, tighter than he ever planned on squeezing him that day. – My love for you hurts... 

He let Wei Ying open his robe and his mouth momentarily started kissing his chest, licking his nipples, bringing him pleasure. Lan Zhan groaned loudly. Wei Wuxian would normally kiss around the scar on his chest, but now his chafed lips were placing light, soft kisses there too, making him shiver all over.

- True. So true... - Wei Ying murmured, ready to open his clothes more and go down on him, but at this moment, the servants knocked on the door and brought the water for Lan Zhan's bath.

- What the hell?  Are people going to be coming and going all day long?!? – Wei Wuxian yelled angrily.

Lan Zhan was flushed, but smiling. He looked at him, annoyed, and scoffed:

- Is this your doing, Hanguang-Jun?!

He said nothing, but pressed him to himself, holding him tight. He whispered in his ear in a husky voice:

- Don't be mad, sweetheart... Would you like to take a bath  with me this time...?

Wei Ying blushed severely, forgetting everything and anything. He pushed Lan Wangji on the ground, getting on top of him, and started kissing him properly, not minding his lips hurting. The servants were quick to leave the room, giggling, but they didn't care. They were both moaning with the pleasure and the pain, paying the price.

- Hanguang-Jun... you are a tease... - Wei Ying managed to say between kisses. – How do I say "no" to this... Will you fuck me in the bath...? Oh Gods... will you fuck me again... Will you... Do you want me again...? Say "yes", husband... tell me... do you want me... Do you need me, like I need you...? Lan Zhan, say it....

Lan Wangji was fighting for air. He didn't want to miss even a second with his loved one. He was whispering between kisses:

- I can never say "no"... I want you so much... I need you so much... you are a part of me, you are my half... if this is what you want....Wei Ying.... I will fuck you till we bleed... I would do anything...anything for you... Are you begging for sex, husband... Tell me...

- Ugh... so hot... oh yes... I am begging... I am begging you, Hanguang-Jun... Take me... I am yours... My love, I am yours only... Do you want me....?

The eyes that were looking at him with such adoration were so lovely and so bright that Lan Zhan was close to tears. He murmured, smitten:

- I want you, Wei Ying. I want to make love to you. I love you, husband.

A deep sigh left Wei Wuxian's chest. They helped each other undress hastily and entered the bath together, smiling at each other, flushed, impatient. Lan Wangji sat down soaking himself fully, feeling the warmth of the water relax his muscles. Wei Ying was staring at his blushing cheeks, the long wet hair, the scars on his back... It was all his. It was all perfect. He sat in his lap, straddling him.

- Sweetheart... - Lan Zhan murmured longingly, knowing the effect of this word too well.

Wei Ying felt a hot wave rush through his body and his mouth found his husband's within a second, their lips merged, and their bodies were pressed to each other so closely that each felt the other's heartbeat clearly.