afterthemoment | [Open RP Post]

It takes a moment for him to respond, he's so distracted by Lan Zhan's fingers. Wei Ying kisses him back, deepening it before breaking it briefly to whisper.

"You're so good to me, Er-Gege."

His expression softens even as he starts fucking himself on Lan Zhan's fingers.

"I love you."

Yes.

He really can't get anough; his hunger for this man never truly sates. Wei Ying's cups his husband's face in his hands, kissing him softly and sweetly, as he reaches down to pull Lan Zhan's hand away. He squeezes it once before letting to grab his cock and position it so the head's positioned at his entrance.

I want you in me.

And then he seats himself on it, moaning loudly as he sinks down onto him. That they're doing this in the bath just increases the sensuality of it.

So possessive! Not that Wei Ying's bothered by it. It's just the way Lan Zhan is, how he's alway been. It's really very cute and endearing, especially when he knows how fragile mortal claims of ownership can be. Not even the earth goes on belonging to the same people forever.

But if Lan Zhan wants to take care of him, he's not going to reject him. It feels nice, being taken care of. And it's not as if it's ever one-sided. Wei Ying does his best to care for him as well. He's acquired a small fortune in his time on earth. Lost a few of them, too, due to times changing while he slept.

"All right. I'll let you take care of me but you have to let me look after you, too. That's the condition. I'm older and wiser and you should respect your elders!"

His tone's half joking. Slightly distracted, too, as his Lan Zhan continues leaving marks on his neck.

"And we should go to bed soon! We both have class in the morning and our professors will expect to see us."

And now he's just rambling nonsense. The only classes he goes to half the time are the ones he shares with Lan Zhan. Most of his professors don't really except Wei Ying to show up at all.

Edited 2020-03-03 13:54 (UTC)

"I love you too." And then he's pulling his fingers out, guiding himself to start pressing into Wei Ying, his hands smoothing over his hips, up his sides.

"Older maybe." He concedes before his lips trail down, biting at his collarbone before he sucks a mark there. "I won't miss class for this." But he's not ready to sleep yet either, hands wandering again, stroking over pale skin as his mouth follows a different path, tongue flicking against a nipple.

Always want to be in you

His hips rock up as Wei Ying takes him, breaking the kiss to mouth a spot on his neck.

It's to be expected that Lan Zhan would still be wound up. It's a lot to take in for one night but it's been a long time for him, too. Even if his mind doesn't consciously remember, his soul does. At least, that's what it seems like to Wei Ying so he's willing to indulge, let him reclaim his territory any way he sees fit.

It's hardly an unpleasant experience, permitting Lan Zhan to remap his body with his hands, lips, and tongue. He moans softly, winding his hand in his lover's hair.

"And what is this, Lan Zhan? Tell me your thoughts on all of this? You haven't said much... Not that you usually do."

There's hint of laughter and affectionate warmth in his tone. His Lan Zhan's never been much of a talker but that doesn't mean he doesn't have things to say.

"But I'm thankful you haven't called me crazy and walked out the door."

"Mmm, this is nice. You always feel so nice," Wei Ying purrs, just enjoying the feel of his husband pressed so deep inside him and warmth of the water.

If only you could be. It's a miracle everything still works for both of us with how often we do this everyday.

He starts to ride him slowly, taking him fully with each movement, toying with Lan Zhan's nipples with his fingertips.

We could probably make some extra money selling sex tapes, you know.

His tone's teasing and playful. He gives his husband's nipple a light pinch.

What do you think, Lan Zhan? Could you stand anyone else seeing me take your cock like this?

Wei Ying groans at the entry, dragging Lan Zhan down for a kiss. It's much better this way, much less awkward and clumsy. Maybe the other way will be easier with some additional research but right now, this is all he wants.

He tangles his legs with Lan Zhan's, heels pressing lazily into his calves.

"You feel so good," he murmurs softly, pressing one peck after another to his husband's lips. "You can go as fast and hard as you want. Make me scream, Er-Gege. Make me scream."

Not this isn't a part of their 'everyday' activities anyway but it feels especially important restore the usual order of things right now to him.

His hips rock up, meet him every time he moves, Wangji shifting the angle until he's hitting just right with every thrust.

...No selling, but if you want to film us, you can. I don't want anyone else hearing you.

It's always so intense between them and Wei Ying loves ever second of it. No one makes him feel alive the way Lan Zhan can. The pleasure's so consuming that it takes a moment for him to catch his breath and focus enough to reply.

Mm, I like that. Keeping mementos just for us. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this. This side of Lan Zhan is mine and mine alone.

He punctuates his points by biting and sucking at the side of Lan Zhan's throat in a very visible spot. Everyone needs to know his husband is very much taken and off-limits to anyone but him.

Only yours. His head drops back giving Wei Ying more access to his neck as his hips keep moving, pace slow for now, his hand wrapping around Wei Ying to stroke him.

More soft bites and kisses, accompanied by Wei Ying sucking on and licking the marks he's making. He focuses on the sensation of Lan Zhan moving slowly in and out of his passage, moaning each time he hits that spot. Bathwater sloshes gently against the sides of the tub with each of their movement. Lan Zhan's hand on him threatens to undo him completely but he holds on, not wanting this to end too soon.

You're everything to me. My sun, my moon, my stars, my sky... My everything.

Then a brief pause before he adds.

I want you to tie me up again soon. Blindfold me. Handcuff me. I've missed it.

His thumb rubs over the head of Wei Yings shaft deliberately, his eyes on his husband's as he keeps his hips moving letting Wei Ying mark where he will until he stops and then Wangji closes his mouth over a mark, sucks it on slowly.

You want to be completely helpless and begging under my hands? Just tell me when.

Tomorrow.

Right now's tempting, too, but that means actually stopping and he's quite comfortable where he's at, steadily being pushed toward that edge. He's leaking fluid onto Lan Zhan's thumb, breathing hard. Wei Ying grabs Lan Zhan's hair and tugs his head back to kiss him deeply hard, grabbing one of his husband's hands and interlacing their fingers.

After this conversation

The room was quiet,lights still off, Wangji half watching Wei Ying using his phone, one arm wrapping around his husband as he rests against the pillow. He should already be up and moving but it's one of their actual days off so he's being a little lazy.

Edited 2020-03-14 16:24 (UTC)

It's probably the longest text exchange that Wei Ying's had in quite some time. What started out as simply trolling a wrong number turned out to be surprisingly decent conversation. Then again, hasn't Jin Guanyao always been a decent conversationalist. Eventually, it breaks off and Wei Ying turns his full attention to his husband by depositing the phone on the nightstand and settling on top of him.

"I don't think he'll text you like that again," he says with a smug smile, dropping a kiss on Lan Zhan's lips.

He retrieves the phone to read over the conversation before copying and pasting the relevant portions into another message for his brother. Then he puts the phone aside, his gaze returning to Wei Ying's face.

"You're not meeting him alone. I'll buy you the alcohol if you really want it."

And just like that, the pleasant mood coming from potentially making an unexpected friend out of an awkward situation dissipates, the tentatively cheerful smile on his face fading.

"I thought you wanted me to handle him," he replies quietly, tone carefully even to mask the sting of hurt. How can he not feel just a little bit offended when the first thing his husband does is pick up the phone he'd passed off to him.

"Isn't that why you handed me the phone in the first place? Or did you just not trust me to take care of it?"

As for the matter of meeting for drinks, that's something he'll deal with in a moment.

Wangji glances at him, fingers smoothing through his hair. "I do trust you, Wei Ying." But he doesn't trust Jin Guangyao. Not with his brother and definitely not with the man beside him.

"I don't trust him."

The touch does soothe him somewhat, at least, enough for him to say what's actually bothering him about his. He's learned some lessons throughout his lives, at least.

"I don't feel trusted when you immediately look over my shoulder after asking me to do something for you."

He glances back toward the phone, frowning.

"Whether or not he can be trusted is another matter entirely."

He pauses before adding, his tone firm and unusually cool in a way it hasn't been for a very long time, indeed.

"I can make my own decisions in who I choose to speak or share drinks with. You don't have to like them but you have no right to undermine me in that way. And you made a liar out of me asking me what I intended at all. You crossed a line, Lan Zhan."

"I don't like texting that much." And he'd assumed Wei Ying would cut the conversation off immediately, given it was Jin Guangyao and not someone they were actually on good terms with.

"And I was checking what he said, not what you did." Although he'd only sent Xichen the relevant of Jin Guangyao hitting on him by mistake. A warning to make sure his ...charge didn't get that drunk in the future.

"He tried to kill you more than once." There's an edge to his voice there, his hand dropping from Wei Ying's hair before he shifts, moving to sit up.

Wei Ying does the same, retreating a bit more to the other side of the bed. His expression's unusually dark and tense, in a way it hasn't been in over thirteen years. He doesn't like being angry, especially not when he still remembers more of the terrible extremes his rage had driven him to their younger years. Resentful energy corrupting his mind and body had only been a part of his problems back then.

"Both your brother and your uncle wanted me dead once, too."

It's cruel to bring it up, even in calm, neutral tone and he regrets it immediately. But he's just so frustrated with his situation. Wei Ying's not a child or a total idiot. Nor is he the same person he'd been at the Cloud Recesses, or at Lotus Pier, or the person who'd laid waste to so many cultivatiors during his time as the Yiling Patriarch.

"I've survived worse threats than sharing a few drinks with Jin Guangyao," he continues, trying to soften his tone into something a little more reassuring. "And there's still plenty of people out there who would gladly see me dead. Ones with far more resources and reach than he has anymore."

"...There's is a world of difference between my uncle and brother wanting the person they thought you were dead thirteen years ago and the way Jin Guangyao wrapped a wire around your neck in front of my eyes and was quite content to kill not just you, but also his own nephew to save his own life, Wei Ying. There is no comparison." His voice is even, controlled, his back stiff.

"I will not have you risk your life to make that man feel better. I have lost you once, Wei Ying. I will not live through that again and you cannot ask me to be agreeable to you putting yourself in his hands."

And then he moves to stand, pulling on clothing before he leaves the room.

Wei Ying listens to his words and he understands what Lan Zhan is saying. And he's not wrong. He, himself, hasn't forgiven the man for threatening Jin Ling's life that way, But his perspective isn't the same as Lan Zhan's, not any more than it had been the same as Jiang Cheng's. His experiences aren't the same as Jin Guangyao's, not exactly, but it's not hard to look at the similarities between their circumstances and wonder a little. To question. To sympathize, even, to some degree.

He'd been mistrusted, hated, believed to be a lost cause, too. His own crimes will never fully be forgiven or forgotten, nor does he believe they should be. He's reaped what he's sown. He's fortunate beyond words just to have a loving husband, a son and pupils he can be proud of. But Wei Ying's greedy. He can't help but wish he had someone to talk to that isn't his spouse Even he's wrong in his suspicions about Jin Guangyao, his conscience, already laden with so many heavy burdens, will be clear.

So instead of speaking or following him, Wei Ying remains silent and simply watches him go. Maybe they'll discuss this matter more in depth later but for now, they both need to cool off. So once Lan Zhan's gone, he fetches a jar of Emperor's Smile from his husband's secret stash and begins to drink it, not enough to get drunk but just enough to soothe his nerves a little before his husband returns.

Edited 2020-03-15 00:51 (UTC)

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