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

[98.] My underwater love.🔞

Wei Wuxian was woken by his husband's voice, but it sounded so strange that he thought it was another weird dream. Lan Wangji was choking on the words, and his voice came to him as if under water.

- Wei Ying... Wei Ying, please... Please... Oh, please...

He blinked the sleep away from his eyes and turned to him, cupping his face.

- What is it, darling?... Lan Zhan, you are burning up!  –  he propped himself in the bed, worried.

- I... I... Please...  -  his eyes were begging and his voice was desperate, and his husband understood. 

He nodded silently.

The instant the consent was given, Lan Zhan flipped him over to lie on his belly, leaving him breathless as he opened him up sharply and started licking feverishly – there was no time for foreplay this time. Wei Ying exhaled shakily, he had no time to even prepare mentally, but he relaxed, knowing full well what was coming, knowing how his lover was feeling. 

Despite not being ready yet, he urged him:

- Fuck me. Do it now!

His ass was dripping with saliva, but still the shove that came first hurt awfully. He clenched his teeth and gave out a helpless moan. 

His fingers were digging in the pillow below him, but after a few thrusts he managed to mutter:

- Fa-ster... Harder...

Lan Wangji growled fiercely, obeying. His hand grabbed Wei Wuxian's neck, forcing his body to arch back, impaling him with force and scorching desire. The pain was familiar, and soon gave way to the mixture of duller pain and unbearable pleasure. 

Wei Ying was screaming, letting his lover know just how good it was, feeling his body being filled up to the brim again. It all was happening incredibly fast, and soon Lan Zhan came inside him with a powerful grunt, leaving purple bruises on his neck. 

He fell back to the bed, leaving him panting and spent.

When Wei Wuxian turned around to hug him, he saw that Hanguang-Jun had fallen back asleep. He wondered – this had never happened before; they would always cuddle and talk a little after making love. He grinned  –  he suspected that the whole round was done in a half-asleep state. Hanguang-Jun's mind was not at ease, obviously, and he knew for sure that almost every time they were together he actually had to control himself terribly and curb his passion for him, as to not tear him open. 

He bit his lip. Tonight was rough, but he liked it.

He lay on his back, and felt still wet, still wanting. His body was now fully awake, and his own arousal hit him unexpectedly, but sharply. 

He shivered  –  he was painfully hard, yearning for more. More of the same, and rough.

His mind worked feverishly. He thought about using the dildo, Hanguang-Jun was sleeping like a log, he was sure of it. But getting up, and searching for it through all their luggage – it was out of the question. It was urgent... too urgent. He bit on his lip harder. He could feel himself still full of Lan Zhan's milky sperm, so this had to do. 

He closed his eyes and spread his legs wide open. His whole body shuddered as he touched himself, stroking his hard-on slowly on his path down his body. The skin on his balls was tight and too sensitive to the touch  –  he was yearning to cum too, especially now. His touch was electrifying his body, but it was not the same... 

Hanguang-Jun had a special warmth to his touch that could not compare to anything.

His palm was caressing his cock and his balls, but he soon focused on the place of real pleasure. Gentle fingertips touched and teased the throbbing orifice, and he shook uncontrollably  –  it was always too much to bear. He let out a little cry as his fingers slid in easily, using the cum as lubrication. It was so good, and it was so hard to remain silent. His face was burning and he opened his eyes to look at his husband longingly.