Wei Wuxian (
afterthemoment) wrote2019-10-25 04:32 pm
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[Open RP Post]

If you'd like to thread with Wei Wuxian outside of any games or memes, here's a place to do it! If there's a prompt or idea you have in mind, feel free to toss it at me. If a thread's going to be NSFW or contain triggering subjects, please mark it in the subject line. Other than that, go wild! Texts, emails, and other formats besides prose or action tags are welcome!
ETA: NSFW threads within, some not explicitly marked.
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His hips rock up as Wei Ying takes him, breaking the kiss to mouth a spot on his neck.
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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?
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...No selling, but if you want to film us, you can. I don't want anyone else hearing you.
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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.
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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.
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You want to be completely helpless and begging under my hands? Just tell me when.
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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.