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

[83.] You. 🔞

Wei Ying had seen Hanguang-Jun talk to Bai Li before joining him in the bedroom. He was sitting in front of the booming fire; the day – and now the night – hadn't been as cold as before, but he was shivering, annoyed that his hands could not catch the warmth of the fire no matter how close he sat. 

He sighed. The only thing that kept him warm, that got him really hot, was... 

Yes, his  love. His  lovemaking. His  kisses. His  embrace.

He didn't look up when someone entered – he knew well it could be only one. Soon after Lan Wangji took most of his clothes off, he approached him and kneeled behind him, stroking his hair carefully.

- How are you feeling, my love?  –  he murmured.

- I miss you.

He felt two strong and warm arms wrap around him and immediately relaxed back. Lan Zhan's hot breath was on his nape:

- Come to bed, beloved. You must be tired.

Wei Wuxian let himself be led to bed and undressed like a small child – he knew now that it brought Lan Zhan pleasure to take care of him that way, so instead of protesting as usual – he was smiling and enjoying the look on his face; lately, Hanguang-Jun had been quite fussy around him. 

He liked it. He knew that it was his husband's way to express his love.

- Hanguang-Jun... I promised you... for tonight...  -  he hid his face in Lan Wangji's clothes, blushing.

- Doesn't matter, darling. You are exhausted – I see it on your face. – Lan Zhan mumbled, holding him tight.

- But I promised you, Lan Zhan... -  he whispered sadly. – I hate it when I let you down like that...

- You can't possibly let me down, Wei Ying. Don't worry too much, tomorrow is a new day, my love.

- Will you stay?  Tomorrow?  –  he ventured weakly.

- Yes.

- Yes? Really?  –  Wei Ying snuggled more, sinking into all the blankets, feeling extremely comfortable, and also noticing how sweaty Lan Wangji was getting.

- Mmmm.

- My heart... I love you, Lan Zhan.

- Rest, sweetheart. – he could not see it, but Hanguang-Jun was smiling in the dark room.

- Tomorrow, Lan Zhan... tomorrow... I will show you tomorrow...  -  Wei Wuxian murmured, falling into the soft warmth that was lulling him to sleep.

**

It was the middle of the night that Wei Ying woke up briefly from a dream he could not remember. 

He felt the cold sweat on his chest and on his back where his hair had been – the blankets were pushed to the side as Lan Zhan was inevitably too hot during the nights. Wincing, he turned in bed, now with his back to his husband. He was just ready to fall asleep again, when he felt a warm hand slide over his belly. 

He smiled; Lan Zhan was probably thinking that he was asleep. He felt him caress gently and decided to let him know that he was awake – he moved backwards, scooting closer to him, giving his hand more space to act. Lan Zhan sighed faintly  –  his hand moved underneath Wei Ying's clothes, aiming directly for his nipples, stroking more boldly, enjoying the gentle skin.

Wei Ying bit his lip, the touch felt amazing, as always. He exhaled deeply - he never knew he had been holding his breath the whole time. 

He moved back closer, rubbing his ass against Lan Wangji's hard-on; he had no doubts that his husband was already hard for him. Wei Wuxian moaned, now feeling his lover's erection get bigger, and his breath on his neck was getting irregular, hitching, but inevitably hot. 

He swallowed hard, as now the warm palm moved down and slid into his pants, stroking his own budding hard-on. He whimpered, grinding himself against Lan Zhan's body, his buttocks rubbing against the huge cock. He knew that very soon he would be very wet, thirsting for sex, and he wouldn't be able to resist any more  –  neither of them were very good at resisting teasing.

He felt light-headed, and it really felt like he was dreaming, when Lan Zhan pulled his night clothes off, leaving him stark naked and panting, bed covers thrown to the ground. When he next pushed his lower body back to find his lover, he felt his naked skin too – Hanguang-Jun had pulled down his pants too, too impatient to get undressed.