[Open RP Post]

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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]

Okay... So change of plans, then! This kind of celebration is good, too. Wei Ying's never going to push him away even if he's not quite sure what he did to provoke this kind of reaction this time. He just kisses his husband back like this is a completely normal and everyday occurrence for them. It feels like it's been a while since Lan Zhan's jumped him like this in public, though.

Not that Wei Ying's doing a damn thing to stop it. Just like that, domestic chatter about his day is put aside for now. They're in a dark corner; it's private enough. He returns the kiss with great enthusiasm, taking advantage of being pinned so firmly against the wall to shamelessly wrap his legs around his husband's waist.

Are you really gonna fuck me now, Lan Zhan? Right here in front of all of these people? Any one of them could turn and see exactly what you're doing to me. Is that what you want?

He knows his husband's listening.

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The fact he's here and engaging with other people is reason enough for his jealousy to spike, his hands dropping to Wei Ying's hips to keep him where he is as his own hips rock, grinding against the other man.

When he breaks the kiss, his mouth finds an unmarked spot on his neck, biting hard before he's sucking a mark.

Why do you always have to push every button I have ?

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Grinding's great. So are bites - it's one more mark for the collection. With all the bite marks and bruises on Wei Ying's person at any given time, it's a wonder that no one's asked about them much. Sometimes after they've been particularly rough, it even looks like Wei Ying's been in a fight! Then again, people would have to actually care about Wei Ying for questions like that to happen and most people just don't.

His jeans are already getting uncomfortably tight and even that feels good, too, as it usually does. He's already running his fingers through Lan Zhan's hair, moaning as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, still tender from the last time his husband had gotten him there.

I don't mean to. It's just who I am.

Though Lan Zhan truly is the most jealous and possessive man, Wei Ying's ever met. He genuinely loves and thrive on the fact his husband desires him so much, this is the result.

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And that's honestly the only reason he tolerates it. It's not intentional and he knows that, but it doesn't change the fact his husband drives him up the wall on the daily basis. Still his hands move, working open Wei Ying's jeans.

Stand and stay on your feet. It's sharp, his fingers pulling those jeans open as soon as he does before he drops in front of Wei Ying, taking him into his mouth with one quick motion, his tongue dragging over the underside as his hands slide up over Wei Ying's hips.

I know. But it doesn't change the fact you do this to yourself, Wei Ying.

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All right. Standing up. He can do that. Bracing himself in the actual corner makes it easier to stay upright and he has a pretty good view of the club that he should be able to spot anyone before they can venture too close. It's really dark here but anyone who comes within ten feet will see exactly what they're doing.

Right now, he's very pleasantly distracted by Lan Zhan's mouth, reaching down caress the sides of his face, his hair, and drag a fingertip teasingly around those lips.

Good Lan Zhan. Beautiful Lan Zhan. I didn't know you were this hungry for a taste. All you had to do is ask.

Laughter and playfulness color his 'tone' and he holds his husband's head still and proceeds to gently thrust into his mouth. Quite the contrast to the man kneeling in front of him who manhandles him lovingly on a daily basis.

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When am I not?

He lets Wei Ying set the pace for now though, his tongue stroking against the underside of his shaft, his eyes half closed as he adds the faintest graze of teeth every now then.

And one hand drops into a pocket, his fingers finding the small controller, pressing the button to increase the speed.

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No fair, Lan Zhan!

The thought's accompanyied by a yelp as Wei Ying sags into the corner. The toys have become so routine in his life that he doesn't really give them a whole lot of thought until moments like these when he's reminded of their actual purpose. What had first started as a rather unique method Lan Zhan had proposed to help him concentrate in college has become a weakness during exchanges like this.

Not that that he's actually complaining! How could he when his husband is making him feel so good. Thoughts of keeping a lookout for anyone approaching scatter in favor of twisting his fingers in Lan Zhan's hair and thrusting with steadily growing intensity.

But at least, the loud music is muffling the shameless moan of pleasure coming out of him.

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Not muffling enough to keep Wangji from hearing it and he lets Wei Ying keep using his mouth until he's right on the edge. Then he pulls back slowly, shifting his feet to kiss Wuxian again, one hand cradling the back of his head.

Turn around. Hands on the wall.

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Wei Ying kisses back, still bit dazed. Someone could be standing five feet away from watching everything they were doing right now and he wouldn't notice. He can't even pull his thoughts together long enough for a proper response at the moment.

Instead, he does as instructed, turning away to face the wall and placing his hands on it. Once he does manage that, he manages to 'send' a thought.

You really are gonna fuck me right here, huh.

Honestly, he's not really that surprised anymore by it.

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Do you want me to stop?

It's mild enough, fingers pulling the plug out and pocketing it before he's pressing fingers inside Wei Ying to check how well it's worked.

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It's worked well. He's already loose and relaxed enough for two fingers and could probably take a third easily. He might need an extra minute of preparation before he can fully take Lan Zhan. Just this much already has him leaning heavily against the wall for support, groaning with pleasure with each movement.

No. I don't want you to stop but I don't want you to get into trouble if we get caught here either.

Doing this here in public, so soon after an attack where metas aren't welcome at all, is risky even for them.

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He keeps his fingers moving, giving him that much more preparation as he presses against his back, his mouth finding Wei Ying's neck.

Nobody's going to even be looking at us.

Fingers work his pants open, pulling his dick out before he shifts and then snaps forward, burying himself in Wei Ying's body.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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?

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"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?