afterthemoment | [Open RP Post]

You're a pervert, you know that? And people call me the shameless one.

His 'tone' is teasing and warm with love and affection, though. As intense as Lan Zhan can be, Wei Ying wouldn't have him any other way. He's groaning again when Lan Zhan pushes into him, resting his forehead against the wall and panting softly.

It excites him, too, though, being in this corner with his husband balls deep inside him. Anyone could look over at any time and see them making love and the thought's every bit as heady as some of those drinks he had earlier.

You feel amazing, Lan Zhan. Fuck me so hard and so deep I want to scream so everyone can hear me.

You are shameless. His lips find a spot on the back of Wei Ying's neck, sinking in to mark him there as he begins to moves, his thrusts driving into his husband as he groans against his shoulder.

If you make any loud noise, we're done for the night

More marks! How could anyone mistake Wei Ying for single with a husband like this? But oh, it feels incredible be taken against a wall like this. He's grunting with each thrust, biting his lip hard when Lan Zhan hits that spot deep inside him. He wants to cry out as he's rammed into from behind, the pleasure and lust almost too much to bear. But he doesn't want to stop ever. He rocks his hips back into Lan Zhan, the movements increasingly erratic and desperate.

I love you. I love you so much. Don't stop. I want more. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

The restriction of clothes, along with the potential for an audience ar turning him on so damn right now.

His hand finds Wei Ying's shaft, stroking him as he picks up the pace, all but slamming into Wei Ying with each thrust, trying to push him over that edge as teeth sink into his shoulder.

Come for me, Wei Ying. I want to feel it.

Wei Ying bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to keep quiet. The roughness of it, the potential audience, his husband's relentless thrusting and hand on his cock are all combining in a way to drive him wild. He hands fidget against the wall, pounding on it as the pleasure continues to intensify, little whimpers forcing their way out of him.

Finally, his climax hits him hard, semen spilling out onto the wall, his inner muscles working Lan Zhan's cock as he rides it out, mind completely preoccupied with the suddenly gargantuan task of simply staying on his feet.

The way Wei Ying clenches around him when he comes should be enough to slow him but it doesn't. his hips still moving, still driving into his husband's body until he follows him, as his teeth all but break the skin on his shoulder.

When he's coherent, he's cleaning Wei Ying first, wiping him off with a napkin before pulling out to clean himself and fix his husband's clothing as well as his own after he'd reinserted the toy, his fingers pressing it in firmly.

"Home. Now."

Coherent thought, much less actual words, are a little beyond Wei Ying at the moment so he nods weakly, turning to embrace his husband. For a several moments, he just clings to him as he collects himself.

Finally, he pulls back momentarily to drop a remarkably chaste kiss on Lan Zhan's mouth.

"Home, it is," he murmurs gently, sounding all too happy at the idea, all thoughts of crying girls, terrorist attacks, and the existence of other human beings beyond just the two of them well and truly cast aside for now.

Fingers twist in his hair as he kisses back, one arm keeping Wei Ying against his body as he drags it briefly before just guiding him from the club, hand staying on the small of his back.

Although once they're outside, he does back him against a wall for another longer kiss.

Dancing with that girl really had gotten him riled up tonight, hadn't it? They'd only just finished a few minutes ago and here was Lan Zhan raring to go again? He's hardly one to complain about his husband's appetites, however; not when he's just as bad most days.

Wei Ying rests his hands on his husband's shoulders, face a little flushed.

He keeps it to just a kiss there, hands dropping to his husband's hips. "You do these things on purpose." His head drops, mouths a spot he'd marked on Wei Ying's neck.

But you already know how much I crave you every moment of every day, don't you? How much I need you?

So clingy! But it's always been a part of his charm and after all this time, Wei Ying really wouldn't have him any other way. He really woudn't know what to do with his day if he didn't plan it around his husband's separation anxiety. And after what had happened in the Underground, Wei Ying can't really fault him. His own memories of that event are foggy to nonexistent but his brother-in-law had filled in plenty of blanks for him.

He'd nearly died in Lan Zhan's arms that day. Since waking up from his coma, what energy that hasn't been devoted to his recovery has gone to restoring and maintaining their relationship.

I know. But we're gonna have to talk about this when we get home, Lan Zhan. I'm being good. I'm staying out of trouble.

Wei Ying gives him a gentle, reassuring kiss. That girl really hadn't been a threat to either of them but the least he can do for Lan Zhan now is be patient.

I'm safe now. With you.

It's not something that needs to be talked about, not really. He does manage to let him go about his business, but it doesn't change the fact that he's never truly relaxe without Wei Ying where he can see him. Touch him.

You think I should let you go? It's very soft, something pained behind the words that he can't quite keep to himself.

That you need more space?

"No, that's not it at all. I don't want out and I don't need more space," he blurts out, stepping forward to hug him tight.

After everything we've been through together, there's no one else for me but you. There never will be.

Lan Zhan's just so many thing to him - lover, husband, best friend, and partner to name a few.

"I guess I just worry a little about you sometimes, Lan Zhan."

It's not rational but when has the love between them ever been rational?

No need to worry. His head drops, lips pressing against Wei Ying's hair as he closes his eyes, arms tight around Wei Ying.

I have all I need, Wei Ying.

He doesn't get it. Maybe Wei Ying never will. What Lan Zhan sees in a screw up like him is beyond his understanding, as grateful as he is to be loved so deeply. He doesn't deserve him at all, especially after all the pain and heartache he's put him through. Could still put him through someday, thanks to the hardware installed in his head.

As long as you're safe and happy, Lan Zhan.

He kisses him, lingering for a while before finally murmuring.

"Home."

He follows that kiss with one more before taking him to the car so they can go home. Once there, his first stop is the bathroom to fill the tub.

The night out was fun and all but Wei Ying's quite ready to settle in for the remainder of the evening. Maybe he's getting old or he's just not quite completely recovered from that decade long nap - either way, he's more tired than he expected to be after just one evening of dancing and drinking.

He's already in the process of taking off his boots in the bedroom when he hears the water running. He smiles. A nice, warm bath together certainly does sound rather nice. He finishes stripping out of his clubbing clothes and puts on his favorite cozy red bathrobe. Even after practically living in it at the hospital, he's still rather attached to it and find it comfortable to wear around the house.

After taking a couple of minutes to put his clothes in the laundry hamper and fetch a fresh pair of boxers, Wei Ying heads into the bathroom to see how that bath is coming.

By the time he's finally joining Wangji in the bathroom, he's already turned the water off and is seated in the water, waiting for Wei Ying to join him, his eyes half closed as he lets the heat soak into him.

Wei Ying takes off his robe, letting it fall to the floor before climbing into the tub. He lowers himself carefully into the water, positioning himself between Lan Zhan's legs so he can lean back in the other man's chest.

Once he's comfortable, he just sits there resting and enjoying the heat and closeness for what they are.

These are probably some of his favorite moments, if he had to pick any. Wangji leans forwad slightly ,pressing a kiss to the top of his head before just relaxing and letting his eyes close.

As is typical when things get to be too quiet, after a while Wei Ying suddenly murmurs a question, glancing around for a washcloth.

"When did you first realize you loved me, Lan Zhan?"

His fingers twitch slightly, his expression shifting from content to something else, arm tightening around Wei Ying.

...Back when we were in school together, your first year there. You remember that year.

That early?

His tone's a little surprised but then Lan Zhan's arm tightens around him. He does remember that year, though. At least, he remembers the incidents he's referring to.

"...Jiang Cheng?"

It hadn't been his finest year, managing to alienate Lan Zhan right off the bat and mess up his relationship with his foster brother in a way Wei Ying hasn't been able to repair. Getting involved with Jiang Cheng that way had turned out to be every bit as much of a mistake as he'd suspected it would be.

But as one door had shut, perhaps permanently, another had opened in its place.

"Yes." He doesn't go into detail, doesn't need to. They both know what happened that year with Jiang Wanyin and how it had ended.

You were so different...I didn't like it.

"I didn't think you liked me much before that either. You really surprised me back then."

Intervening with Jiang Cheng, offering him a sanctuary on campus where he could breathe without his brother suffocating him, and then in the end physically protecting Wei Ying.

"I think I felt something for you, too, in those days. You were always so nice to me. You helped me."

He'd been in way over his head with Jiang Cheng and hadn't know how to handle the situation at all.

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