[Open RP Post]

[afterthemoment]

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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[afterthemoment]

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.

[abstains]

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.

[afterthemoment]

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.

[abstains]

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.

[afterthemoment]

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.