lastjinstanding | Brothel meme continued

As he suspected, this wonderful man just needed some time to think. He realizes he was thinking about Jiang Chang's fiancé, not Jin Ling, but Wuxian's theory made more sense.

".. he gave up his marriage not just the wedding for this too?" He asks, amazed at that level of sacrifice. No wonder the man needed a few drinks. "It does make you wonder if he wanted the marriage." What would he have risked if the options were between Wei Wuxian and now his son? It hurt just to even consider it.

"Can your silencing talismans effect an area or does it have to be a sealed room?" He asks, lowering his voice even further. Such as, could it silence the area on this side of that wooden curtain?

"Normally it's a room but..." he frowns thoughtfully, mentally redrawing the talisman in his head "I think I could make it work for this area."

He's willing to give it a try anyway.

"Do you want me to? We can just talk about this in the morning..." he is kind of tired after his journey, but he also doesn't mind if Lan Zhan wants to talk about it now, while everything's still fresh in his mind.

Lan Zhan huffs at that question, drawing back and immediately looking annoyed. In a swift motion he detangles himself from Wuxian's clutches in a rush of limbs, under robes, and hands. He roughly rolls Wuxian onto his back and quickly throws a hand over his mouth- since the talisman certainly hasn't been used yet. He channels some magic with his hand to try and contain the noise he knows Wuxian is about to make and sinks his teeth into his husband's neck.

He smirks and kisses the bite. No more stupid questions.

The move is too quick for Wei Wuxian to properly react, but there's the beginnings of a smile on his face as Lan Zhan's hand presses over it. He does make a sound, as predicted, against that muffling hand.

He would much rather think about this right now.

The problem is, Lan Zhan, is that he can't exactly throw up a talisman with you on top of him nuzzling at his neck like that. Not that he wants his husband to stop, which is something of a dilemma.

He kisses Lan Zhan's palm and pushes him away so he can lean over to grab a talisman which gets very hastily scribbled on and flicked onto the screen.

Then he wraps all his limbs around his husband and drags him in for a kiss.

He grins when Wuxian has to work so hard to push him away. He loves the effect he has on his lover. As he sits up to let him fling the talisman at the curtain, he yanks his robe off, tucking it over the side of the bed.

He doesn't have time to ask how accurate Wei Ying thinks that talisman really was before he's being pulled back down into a kiss. He hungrily chases his husband's lips, trying to be mindful still of the Little Rabbit in the other room. It was difficult to remember that concern though when Wuxian was underneath him, safe, and willing.

Very willing. Wuxian lets his hands roam over Lan Zhan's back, enjoying the warm skin under his fingers as he works his way down to slide both hands over his ass and squeeze as he kisses him hungrily.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs softly as he breaks away, tipping his head back to encourage his husband to give his neck some attention "I love you so much."

It's just nice, he thinks, to remind himself how lucky he is to have the beautiful man in his arms. Everybody else's love lives may be a hot mess, but he's found perfection.

He exhales quiet moans against the other man's lips as his husband's hot, rough hands touches him. He nips at his throat, not caring if there are marks left behind. They can always heal them later. His lips curl at the beautiful words and his heart sings with joy.

"Wei Ying, my love," he purrs, kissing near his ear. His hands move lower to push back his robes wishing he hadn't worn so many to bed. (Like any, but that wouldn't have been very appropriate with their son). "I missed you. I was worried you'd have to go to Lanling."

"Mmm, almost," Wuxian admits, his voice low and wanting as his body responds to his husband's touch "but Jiang Cheng took care of it."

Not that he wants to think about any of that right now, he pushes that from his mind to talk about later.

"I missed you too," he says instead "couldn't wait to get home to your arms.. and your lips... and your..." he slips a hand round to the front to press against Lan Zhan's cock.

Lan Zhan shivers as Wuxian's hand finishes that sentence. He captures those lips before they can say anything else and teases them open with his tongue. His hand drops to cover Wei Ying's, curling around it so he could move his hips and pump against it. He moans as softly as he can, but it feels so good to be touched.

He's reluctant to stop even for a few moments, but they need Wuxian's pants off or this was going to be very one-sided real fast.

Wei Wuxian moans into his mouth both at the deepening of the kiss and the thrust of Lan Zhan's cock against his hand, his own cock twitching in response. As much as he's enjoying it, though, he's glad when the attention shifts - however briefly - to getting his pants off, and he happily helps shed them.

As soon as he's free of the last of his clothing, though, he's getting his hands right back on Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan kisses down Wuxian's neck and lets his teeth scrap against the thin skin of his collar bone. His hands lead the way along planes of skin and muscle, molded to perfection from fine breeding and hard work. His chest and abdomen given time for his hands to appreciate.

He kissing down along an arm teasing the sensitive curve in the crook of his elbow when his hand touches the other side and finds it wrapped. He pauses and looks up at his sweet love's face worriedly. Drawing back, he looks more carefully at his husband's body to see a couple other small cuts. He suspects there's bruises too but it's dark and he can't see those.

"Wei Ying?" This battle really was bad if they'd gotten close enough to Wuxian to touch him. There's a jolt of fear that goes through him. What if Song Lan hadn't been there or Jiang Cheng hadn't been able to burn off the alcohol? Would this battle have swayed the other direction and his husband been lost?

Wuxian tilts his head back with a breathy sigh, writhing a little in pleasure at the scrape of teeth against his skin. He loves the feel of Lan Zhan just exploring him, taking his time to appreciate every inch of him, it makes him feel so warm and loved.

He writhes again at the ticklish kissing down his arm, a soft smile on his face - until he remembers the bandage wrapped around his arm and winces as Lan Zhan draws back.

He hears the concern and confusion in that voice and lifts his hand to gently stroke his husband's cheek.

"Just a few scrapes, Lan Zhan, nothing to worry about. No what ifs, we won the battle, all is well."

Lan Zhan hesitates. He knows he has to let go of the fear since nothing did happen and it will only rob them of the joy of the present. He takes a couple deep breathes and turns his face to kiss Wuxian's fingers.

Slowly, he's able to let it go and lean back in to steal press his lips against his husbands. He caresses his love's face as well before cupping the back of his head, deepening their kiss steadily as his desire pushes past the worry.

Wuxian lets him work through it slowly, sliding his other hand into his husband's hair to card his fingers through it gently, kissing him softly at first but surrendering to it easily as Lan Zhan deepens it.

He's here, he's solid, he's real, he slides both hands down the other man's back, firm and steady and reassuring, all the way down to his ass, intending on stoking that desire, anchoring his husband to the present.

When he breaks the kiss, he says with his lips curling, "If you die again, you're coming back as someone even shorter next time. Penance for making me worry!"

That is the last he's going to let himself even think along those lines. He can't allow himself to go any further or he would spiral into the dark regions of his heart that had been broken so severely they never would healed. Humor, as he's learned from the very man underneath him, sometimes did have some practical uses, like springing back from the brink.

Wuxian's hands were of course going to get him the rest of the way there.

"Lan Zhan," Wuxian protests, pouting - it's a source of great annoyance to him how much shorter he is now. Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, on nights like this, with his much taller husband looming over him making him feel small and safe and secure, he actually kind of likes it.

Not that he's ever going to admit that out loud.

He squeezes the firm ass beneath his hands.

"No more talking about any of that," he demands in childishly bossy tones "I want you, please."

He knows his husband has had to endure a great deal since being brought back from the dead as Mo Xuanyu, but on a purely selfish level, his height change is Lan Zhan's favorite. It gives him endless satisfaction to be able to scoop Wei Wuxian off his feet and manhandle him whenever they're feeling frisky. He is certain the other man adores it as well, even if his pride would never allow him to say it. Mercifully, Lan Zhan will never make him. Just like, when they get particularly drunk, Wei Wuxian doesn't make Lan Zhan admit he likes acting very childish.

The squeeze on his ass gets a dangerously heated flash in his eyes and at the amusing demand, Lan Zhan is ready to pounce again. As he kisses Wuxian with rapidly growing hunger, he slips a hand along the edge of their bed between the blankets and bamboo frame. With practiced ease, the lid of the jar he finds is flipped off and he dips his fingers inside. The small jar will have to be refilled soon.. thankfully there's a rather large jug around here somewhere. Hopefully Wuxian remembers where he stashed it.

Wuxian kisses him back fervently, one hand staying on his ass while the other trails up his back teasingly.

When he feels Lan Zhan reaching over for the jar, he grins against his lips, spreading his legs in preparation already, eager and wanting.

Sometimes he does like to tease, likes to make things difficult for Lan Zhan, encouraging him to be a bit more forceful in the way that always gets Wuxian's blood running hot, but tonight is one of those times where he wants the easy affection of his husband's loving touch, wants to be pliant and willing beneath him.

Wangji is even more aware now of how tired his sweet love is than when they began. As much as they want this, he knows which one of them has the energy and that the other needs rest. A more indulgent foreplay would be fun, but tonight isn't the night.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs softly to him. Lan Zhan keeps his husband as quiet as he can with his mouth over his lips as he slips his hand in between them and twirls his finger first around his rim. Gently, he eases in his finger and beginning the smooth, experienced pumping motion to bring the pleasure as quickly as possible and help his sweetheart relax.

"You're beautiful," he whispers back softly, sighing contentedly against his lips as he leans in for another kiss. It's followed by a soft moan as his husband starts teasing him with slick fingers, delighting in the way Lan Zhan knows exactly how to get him open and relaxed.

He buries his fingers into his husband's hair and just enjoys the sensation, just letting his lover work.

One finger turns into two, two into three with some spreading of his fingers. No pain tonight, not after everything Wuxian has been through to get home, Lan Zhan only wants to give him pleasure. By the time he's replacing fingers with a cock, he's forgotten there's another person on the far side of the room.

Kissing down his husband's throat and nipping at his shoulders (okay just a little bit of pain), he thrusts hard into the other man's tight heat. He can't quite remember why he's keeping his tone down, but at this point, his groans are being held back by that iron will he's famous for. Unfortunately as he sets a swift rocking pace, his husband was shredding that will, which.. was also something he was famous for.

There's already a few moans and pleading whines that have escaped him as he was slowly and lovingly opened up, since it's slow enough that by the time Lan Zhan finally slides into him he's a writhing pool of wanting. He groans as he finally has that beautiful cock inside him, nails digging in to his husband's shoulders.

He's always been quite vocal during sex, that's why they made such use of the silencing talismans in the first place, and as Lan Zhan starts thrusting into him he really doesn't hold back, rambling monologues about how much he loves his husband, how much he loves his husband's cock, and how good he feels, all interspersed with moans and gasps and encouragement.

Kid? What kid? All he can say is an effort, originally, had been made. Past tense.

The only thing that exists is his lover. In these moments, that's all there has ever been. When magnificent being that was his husband in this sensuous body writhes shamelessly in pleasure, Lan Zhan's one and only purpose is to worship him.. by ravaging him.

Mercifully for Yuan, Lan Zhan knew his husband was tired, so he didn't make him wait too long for his climax. Curling tightly around the smaller man, in a sea of dark and light robes and bedding, very grateful he was home and alive.

~~~

At ridiculously early o'clock, Jingyi wakes up and creeps silently over to Zizhen's bed. They're in the dormitory with a dozen sleeping disciples around them in other bunk beds. He glances around to make sure no one is awake and then slips on top of Zizhen's blanket. He quickly reaches out and covers the other boy's mouth with his hand, silencing talisman stuffed in between.

"Shh! Zizhen! It's me! Shh!"

Wuxian clings to his husband and comes with Lan Zhan's name on his lips, lost in pleasure. He slumps back against the bed with a satisfied sigh and a lazy but sincere confession of love. He's sleepy, and he makes a childish plea to Lan Zhan to clean him up so he doesn't have to move, showering him with kisses when he does so.

He drifts off, contented, and doesn't think of removing the talisman- they can do that in the morning, and at least this way Yuan doesn't have to hear him snoring.

~~~

Zizhen jerks awake at the sudden feel of someone climbing onto his bed, eyes widening in terror when a hand closes over his mouth and a muffled yelp escaping his lips - until reality asserts itself and he sees Jingyi, and then he blushes at being so scared.

He smiles against Jingyi's palm and then kisses it, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Jingyi snickers softly and moves his hand. He tosses the talisman aside and slips off the bed again. He knew he was being extremely naughty doing this but he was only wearing his silk trousers and inner robe. He wonders if this is the kind of thing Yuan wears. It felt so revealing!

His licks his lips and draws back Zizhen's blanket to slip under the covers with him. It's a pretty tight squeeze on the small bottom bunk but they were slender so it would be okay, right? He wraps his arms around the Ouyang heir's shoulders, pressing up against him. He wonders how quickly it'll take Zizhen to realize how scandalous Jingyi was being! He wished it was light enough he could see his face when he did.

"Sorry, I didn't know how to wake you quietly," he whispers.

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