Reader prompts

Go back with me -6

Warning: mature themes

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He gasped.

He extended his neck to search for the air that seemed to disappear from his lungs with every breath he took. He opened his lips in a silent invitation for more air. 

His eyes were screwed shut and mouth parted. The long dark locks clung to his forehead and bare back that were soaked with sweat. The smell of sandalwood seemed to permeate the air and stick to everything in sight. 

His breath hitched. locked eyes with the other man.

The look on Lan Wangji's eyes can burn any man down where he stood. They remained unmoved. His eyes seared a seal of longing and lust into his skin. He roamed those golden irises from the top of Wei Ying's head to his naval, leaving a trail of lightning and electricity in its path. 

Wei Ying, being only a mortal could do nothing but be burnt in the ritual. 

He let out a loud gasp and pulled on the sheets. His knuckles turned white. His body went taut and his chest heaved with the breath he lost. He lifted his legs and stretched his toes into a fine point. His thighs quivered and so did his naval. 

The white light behind his eyes disappeared and the air finally rushed into his lungs. He took big gulping breaths and finally opened his eyes. He lifted his head to look at the other man.

The man knelt by his body did not look exhausted. There was not a single hair out of place. There was a foreign look on his face which can only be described as smugness. But Lan Zhan was never a man to gloat about his victories.

Maybe this was the only conquest he would gloat about.

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They lay on the carpet tangled in each other's robes.

Neither of them had the courage to speak about the act that they had just indulged in. Wei Ying laid on his side and the other man had an arm around his body, keeping him close.

He closed his palm into a tight fist. He wanted Lan Zhan to speak up and acknowledge this! He opened his mouth and Lan Zhan beat him to it.

"Wei Ying..." He breathed his name.

To Wei Ying it sounded like poetry. No one has ever uttered his name with such reverence. He readied himself and turned around to look at those eyes that held so many secrets. He held his gaze and waited for Lan Zhan to continue. 

"Wei Ying, will you come back to cloud recess with me?"

Wei Ying raised his eyebrows "Why are you insistent on this?"

"I wish to prove to my elders that you are not a threat to anyone."

To that, Wei ying had no reply. He pulled himself away from the embrace and sat up. "Lan Zhan, I do not need you to defend me! I did not care then. I do not care now." 

"I wish to help anyone that seeks my help and protection. No one has even had a glimpse of what my life has been like. I do not wish nor have the need to justify myself for anyone's sake."

........ Lan Zhan kept silent

He suddenly understood how Lan Zhan must have interpreted it. To Lan Zhan, it must've sounded like he was dismissing him as one of the random men for whom he had no consideration for. 

"You are not one of them." 

The other man finally looked up and held his gaze. He cupped Wei Ying's face and spoke "The world will one day understand."