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Wei Wuxian was really learning the meaning of ‘give someone an inch and they will take a mile.’ 

More specifically, he was the mile!!

Originally, he had been in a rather cheerful mood, considering someone was willing to approach the feared head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang with no ulterior motives—what a joke that had turned out to be!   

After being kissed so timidly, Wei Wuxian hadn’t had the heart to reveal this wavering maiden. He’d stopped resisting out of consideration for her feelings, and she repaid him by kissing him with even more ferocity. 

Honestly, he should have known that no good deed ever went unpunished.

Wei Wuxian’s breath was stolen from him as a hot tongue sank into his mouth and thoroughly plundered through it, sweeping in so relentlessly that saliva began to drip down from the corners of his lips. When he tried to wrench his face away, a hand came up grip at his jaw, forcing him back in place, rounded nails pressing firmly into his skin. 

Unconsciously, he let out an indignant, trailing moan. 

Lightheaded, every gulp of air that Wei Wuxian sucked in was warm and wet, heavy with a scent that he was too dizzy to name. That maiden pressed forward, the back of his wrists scraping against bark as she bit down roughly on his lower lip. At his surprised jolt, she slowed, a tongue swiping over the bite as if to soothe it. Eventually, those thin lips released him, a soft sigh ghosting over his burning face, almost reluctant to part.        

Wei Wuxian was left a panting, heaving mess, lips red and painfully swollen, threads of spit sliding down his chin. His fingers flexed from where they were still held in that strong grip, and he huffed out a weak laugh, wishing he could at least wipe his mouth. 

Since it seemed that the other person wouldn’t speak, Wei Wuxian gathered the pitiful remains of his bravado.

“...Guniang,” He managed to croak, “Doing such a thing isn’t good for anyone. L-Let’s just forget about this, alright?” 

For the first time in his life, Wei Wuxian was resorting to reason, but the effect was lessened by the slightly breathy tone of his voice. However, the more he spoke, the more riled up and righteous he became, especially since he received no reply. 

“Don’t think that just because I didn’t throw you off, means that you have permission! This one still wants to get married!” 

Silence. 

The hand around his wrists seemed to tighten its grip.

He was only saying things for the sake of saying them, but unfortunately, Wei Wuxian thought in despair, this wasn’t a complete lie. 

Having his first—first kiss forcefully stolen from him, by a stranger no less, had cemented the death of his nonchalance. 

Internally, he cursed up a storm that would probably make Jiang Cheng proud. So what if a maiden’s heart was delicate? Was his first kiss not important too?! Twenty years was no short span of time, alright??

Wei Wuxian should’ve protected it better. 

And now it was gone. 

The other hand that had squeezed his face slid down to the juncture of his neck, a thumb stroking gently over his collarbone. The previous trembling had almost completely stopped, and the movements were slow, almost deliberate. Wei Wuxian fought the urge to shiver, goosebumps rising instead. 

…That wasn’t the only thing that had risen, he realised, a little dizzy with humiliation. 

All this—from just a kiss? Was Wei Wuxian too much of a man or not??

Before his thoughts could spiral out of control, he was snapped out of it by the feeling of something being bound around his wrists. Immediately, he stiffened, a real curl of fear rising in his gut. It seemed like a flat piece of cloth, wound tightly—a hair ribbon, perhaps?—and Wei Wuxian felt the repeated motion of knots being tied one after another.

One, two, three, four. 

A pause, as if considering. 

Five, six, seven, eight.

Such a lucky number for this exceedingly lousy predicament Wei Wuxian found himself in, he thought a little hysterically. What kind of person tied eight knots on anything? A fisherman??

“W-What are you doing?” Wei Wuxian hissed, trying to move his hands away, but they were held fast. “You don’t need to do this, guniang, if there’s something you want, then—mmph!” 

Something was definitely off, he thought dazedly, as that hot tongue plunged into his mouth again, pressing his head back into the tree. Blood pounded in his ears, muffling the helpless noises that fell out of him. That warm, slick muscle licked deep inside, a little sweet, and Wei Wuxian almost crumpled under the assault. 

He didn’t know it was even possible for one’s mouth to be so sensitive. The only thing he could focus on was the heat between them, and the feeling of floating, as if the world had narrowed down to only two people.  

In an effort to resist, properly this time, Wei Wuxian threw his bound hands out, hitting something in front of him. 

Hitting the person before him, who didn’t even budge in the slightest. 

Bouncing easily off what felt like hard muscle, his wrists were seized and shoved down to rest at his hip. He went weak, all thoughts of another attempt wiped out of his brain by the hotness that overwhelmed his mouth once again. 

Ah! 

And another bite. 

This maiden was indeed really, very strong… 

Suddenly, there was a warm pressure between his legs. Wei Wuxian choked on his spit, thighs jerking open—what the hell, open?—his back arching off the trunk behind him. “Gah!”

T-This maiden actually dared to—touch him?! 

Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, he suddenly thought desperately, almost nonsensically, I’ll never try to test your bottom line again! If this what it feels like, I—

This train of thought was immediately interrupted as his knees were forced apart, his legs involuntarily coming together at the ankles, hooking around the warm body in between in order to keep his balance on the thick branch. 

The person before him, that he was holding close with his legs, kept palming him through his pants, relentlessly moving firm and fast over his length. His whole body went limp. Wei Wuxian was truly in danger. 

To do this to him in broad daylight! This person—was truly shameless!!

He swallowed down the prickling feeling that was slowly spreading through him and rasped out, “Let me go!! Have you gone mad? Calm down a bit, do you really think you can…aah!” 

The ties of his pants were being undone. Wei Wuxian blindly grasped at a slim wrist, and wrenched at it to no avail. “No! Get your hands off me—mngh!” 

Wei Wuxian wasn’t just hard. He was wet as well. 

He couldn’t even speak properly, lest those tight hands draw another embarrassing sound out of him to end the sentence. Wei Wuxian could only writhe, biting on the binds at his wrists, both to muffle himself and as a desperate, hopeless attempt to unravel the dead knots. 

It was now quite obvious that this maiden thought she could get away with doing such mortifying things to him, with her high cultivation that was clearly superior to Wei Wuxian’s own. He was really powerless, completely at her mercy, as that hand continued to caress his cock, a thumb lavishing attention on the underside of the head—bright stars burst into Wei Wuxian’s vision as he curled into himself, overcome with white-hot pleasure and struck with disbelief. 

What kind of technique was this??    

“S-Stop…ah, please!” He cried weakly, holding onto that wrist again as it stroked over him, a little baffled at the ease of its movement despite him clinging with all his strength. The other hand suddenly snaked into his robes that had come loose from his earlier struggles, roving over his chest and flicking sharply at a nipple. “Ahh!!” 

But the torture didn’t subside. His chest was continually pinched and rubbed, almost curiously, a unique kind of humiliation. Wei Wuxian was clearly a man, and yet! Why was he getting even harder from having his nipples played with?? The sensations seemed to shoot straight to his dick, making him arch back wantonly, his outer robe almost falling off his shoulders.  

Heat began building in his gut, making him twitch and groan. Beneath the blindfold, he squeezed his eyes shut. This was dangerous. If this kept going, he might really…

Losing control of himself, Wei Wuxian began to beg. 

For what, even he wasn’t sure. 

“You…I’m… mngh—haa—please, please, I’m gonna—stop, my robes, please, ah—!”

Fuck! Wei Wuxian yowled at himself, on the verge of toppling off the edge, who gave a damn about his robes?? He was being reduced to tofu in a woman’s hands—and was being eaten like tofu too! 

Suddenly, the hand wrapped around him stilled. 

The one on his chest drew back as well. Wei Wuxian unexpectedly became aware of exactly how wet he was, having slicked up his whole cock with precome. It had dripped all the way down his length from the maiden’s wild movements, and lingered uncomfortably between his cheeks. Even his inner thighs were a little damp. 

Making such a mess of himself from just a hand was really too…

Swallowing down the slight curl of disappointment in his stomach, he shivered as a breeze slipped past them, the maiden’s steady hold becoming warmer in comparison.  

Wei Wuxian forcefully relaxed his shoulders, panting low and shallow as his arousal began to ebb away from that dangerous peak. “Ha-ah, guniang, so you finally see reason. Just let this one go, I—mngah!!’

That cruel hand began moving again, even faster than before. Wei Wuxian’s head slammed back against the tree trunk as his lips parted in shock, nerve endings set on fire. His whole body was burning, from his bound hands to the tips of his curling toes. Twisting wildly from side to side in an effort to escape the pleasure, he would have probably toppled out of the tree if not for the strong hand at his waist, holding him upright. 

That, too, sent a bolt of lightning straight to his dick. 

For some reason.   

“Stop—!” Wei Wuxian choked out, eyes wide and teary beneath the blindfold as he gasped for air, as that hand continued its incessant motions—up and down, faster and faster, the filthy slide of skin on skin made loud and wet by Wei Wuxian’s own arousal. 

His legs opened up even wider, straining against his pants that were caught halfway down his thighs, and fucked up involuntarily into that large, tight fist. Those fingers were perfect, gripping him like a sleeve. Again and again, Wei Wuxian jerked his hips up like a desperate beast, every single thrust fanning the fire in his veins—pure lust overwhelmed him, his lower half consumed with heat. 

He couldn’t think anymore. 

Wei Wuxian moaned loudly, the sound torn from his throat, “Stop, I’m really going to—!!” 

Just as he was about to come, something hot and slick surrounded his tip. 

“Ahhh!!” Wei Wuxian let out a cut-off scream, his whole body jolting like he had been electrocuted, pushing him even further into that smooth, wet heat. He shot his release inside that—mouth, Wei Wuxian realised, a high whine escaping him as he jerked his hips up. 

Vivid images of those spring books appeared in his mind—fuck, this damn blindfold, he desperately wished he could see it—mouth, mouth, that was someone's mouth, he was cumming inside, spurting thick and hot. He could feel the way it became even wetter with his seed filling it, that tongue undulating against him sinfully, it was so tight.  

He could feel everything, the way it enveloped him, the feverish puffs of breath from someone’s nose against him, fast and damp, the way his stomach tightened, the shameful way he wanted to rub at his own chest, to prolong his orgasm. 

Those hands had settled on his hips, holding him still. 

Before Wei Wuxian had even fully finished, that mouth, filled to bursting, rippled around his length and sucked. He could have cried—he was probably crying, as he keened sharply, almost wailing, the last squirts of cum bursting out of him, and fell completely limp.  

But it didn’t stop. Every few seconds, another ripple would come, swallowing down his release with each small gulp, and swallowing down even more of his length along with it. The faintest scrape of teeth against his oversensitive cockhead made him see stars, almost whiting out from the truly obscene combination of pain and pleasure. The sweet torture seemed to go on forever, taking him in further and further, until those thin lips were encircled around the base of his dick.

Wei Wuxian was going to die. By having the soul sucked out of him. 

He couldn’t even moan anymore. All that came out from between his spit-slick lips were strung-out, breathy gasps that sounded high at the back of his throat. At the thought, Wei Wuxian’s eyes rolled back. 

He was deep inside someone’s throat at this very moment.

His hips gave an aborted twitch, and he choked on a gasp before forcing himself to stay still, lest he begin drooling from the sensation. 

They stayed there like that as Wei Wuxian descended from his high, shuddering every few moments at the slightest hint of movement from the mouth sealed around him. Eventually, it pulled back, coming off his softened cock with an incredibly lewd pop! 

Wei Wuxian felt the last vestiges of his dignity die a solid death as his dick attempted to twitch at the sound. 
 
He had truly been silenced. All he could do was try to regulate his breathing as he sat there, robes spread open, hair a surely unsalvageable mess, lower body completely sticky. He was practically ruined. 

Wei Wuxian would never, ever have the face to look this maiden in the eye. 

As he began to collect the pieces of his shattered composure, it was so quiet around him, barring the sounds of nature, that Wei Wuxian thought that he was now alone. 

Surely, since the maiden had approached him like this in the first place, she wouldn’t have the face to reveal herself? 

On one hand, Wei Wuxian felt irritation stir in his chest at the thought. He had wanted to know exactly who this outrageous person was, daring to play so dirty in broad daylight, and in public, too! 

But now, after being so thoroughly disciplined, he just wanted to perish from humiliation. 

Even if he knew who it was, what could he say? Wei Wuxian didn’t even know if he could ever look at this person without remembering those skilful hands, playing him like a qin, and that tight, wet mouth. A shiver ran down his spine. 

Wei Wuxian tugged his pants up and was about to reach for his blindfold, when a hand stopped him. 

Oh, he thought, feeling a little unbalanced. 

She was still here. 

The maiden reached behind his head, tightening the knot of his blindfold from where it had loosened somewhat from their…previous activities. Then, there was a sliding sound and a faint thump—landing on the forest floor, that person then gently helped Wei Wuxian down, firm hands on his waist and shoulder. 

Slowly, he moved down and landed on his feet. Immediately, his knees buckled beneath him, and he crumpled into a warm body. This person seemed about as tall as Wei Wuxian, and supported him with only their arms as his face fell into a hot neck, silky strands of hair tickling his nose. The air between them was filled with the heavy scent of Wei Wuxian’s musk and sweat, and something else that his foggy brain was trying to register…incense, maybe? 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help the disbelieving huff of laughter that escaped through his nose. Really, stealing his first kiss, forcing him to come down that perfect throat, then treating him like this…this person was really worse than ridiculous. 

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian murmured almost shyly as he pulled away, still weak in the legs. Internally, he cursed himself. He had never come so hard before, but! Even children could walk on their own!!

“Guniang, you don’t have to…”  Hold me up, he was going to say, because he had lost enough face as it was. Instead, Wei Wuxian was carefully led to sit down on the forest floor, cradled in between the roots of the tree.

He hadn’t realised how precarious their position was up in the tree until now, and how much effort he had exerted throughout his whole body to keep his balance. It felt good to settle against the trunk, this time on solid ground. Wei Wuxian let out a faint sigh of relief. 

Whatever, he thought. It was over.

…His eyes shot open underneath the slightly damp blindfold as a thumb pressed down on his lower lip, opening his mouth. 

It seemed to mock him, saying ‘no, it’s not.’

An incredulous whine issued from him as Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to bite down spitefully on that thumb as it intruded into his mouth, spreading it open. 

What did she want now??
    
The answer came when that hand was pulled away and Wei Wuxian gasped in only a single breath before that mouth was back on him, licking inside intently and swirling their tongues together. There was a strange flavour—Wei Wuxian jolted as he realised that he was tasting the remnants of his own seed, having come directly into this hot mouth. 

Distantly, he wondered if their lips were now stained white. 

Although he was reasonably a little disgusted at both the taste and thought, his traitorous dick jumped once again from where it still sat in his barely pulled-up pants. 

Heavens, what was wrong with him?? 

The other person finally released him, but not before leaving another bite on the other side of his mouth. He was growing quite the collection, and was probably going to leave this forest looking like a prey animal that had narrowly escaped becoming dinner. 

“N-no more…you’re too much.” Wei Wuxian rasped, still pliant from his orgasm. Soft lips trailed down the long length of his bare neck, nuzzling into his collarbone. There was a faint suction, then—

“Aaah!!” He yelped sharply as teeth sank into his tender neck. “What the hell, stop, stop!! Are you a dog?? Stop biting—stop biting!!!” 

At once, the teeth sank in even deeper, and Wei Wuxian wailed in the throes of a full-body spasm, trying to jump out of his skin. “I said stop, stop, get away!! Let me go, let me—I’m gonna kick you, ah!!!—I don't care if you’re a—mngh!!!” 

Two fingers were shoved deep into his mouth, catching hold of his tongue and muffling his cries. 

How dare—??!

The mauling continued, that person marking up his neck and shoulders thoroughly, leaving teeth imprints and sucking blood to the skin in bruises that were sure to stay for days at the very least, without a golden core to help the healing process along. 

Wei Wuxian thrashed wildly against his restraints as that warm body curved over him, feverish with panic and crying out incessantly. In his blurry mind, he suddenly remembered the last time someone bit him like this, sinking in deeper despite his terror, and even the same words he’d wailed out back then. 

That had been years ago in a damp cave, the crackling of a fire accompanying his screams as sharp teeth bit into the fleshy inside of his elbow, doggedly hanging on. 

Then, that nagging feeling that had appeared during the very first kiss hit him again in full force. Breaking through the terror, Wei Wuxian abruptly realised that the chest that he was pounding his bound hands against in an effort to escape was hard and muscled. This was no maiden. 

Back then, Lan Zhan had bitten him. 

And the person biting him now, who had taken his first kiss, whose mouth he’d spilled his seed into, who was currently holding him down—was a man. 

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian fell both silent and completely lax. 

Stupid didn’t even begin to describe what he felt. Had he been kissed so hard that he’d simply lost the ability to string logical thoughts together? The shadow of that other person covered him completely from the sun, and had enough strength to pin down any part of his body at a whim, despite his furious resistance.

His height, too. And that scent.

No…no way. 

As if surprised at his sudden lack of struggle, the fingers in his mouth were taken out, leaving streaks of wetness trailing down his chin once again. 

Wei Wuxian started, breathless and weak, “You…”

Those soft lips had paused when he’d stopped screaming, and now drew over the rough marks on his neck and collarbone, lapping soothingly over the sensitive skin. 

It was almost…apologetic. 

Wei Wuxian shuddered at the feeling, ready to open his mouth again. 

But before he could speak, his lips were covered. 

This kiss was chaste, more than the others they had shared, and the closest to the first. A delicate press of skin—a dragonfly’s wings skimming the water’s surface. It was so gentle and loving that Wei Wuxian could cry, and he let his hands fall into his lap, giving up his resistance. 

His eyes slowly slid closed as he was kissed like a lover, like someone precious. Now that the white noise of passion had died down in his ears, he could hear the faint breathing of the other…man. 

Wei Wuxian caught his own breath, something tremulous tightening around his heart. 

“Guniang…” He murmured. “Are you playing a trick on me?” 

A strong arm wrapped insistently around his waist and pulled him closer, until he was enveloped in the embrace of the person who knelt between his legs, that scent, that warmth. As they continued to kiss, clever fingers wandered down his body again, now slick with his spit. His pants were somehow cleanly stripped off as well. 

He shivered, belly tightening as those fingers ghosted over his skin and slipped even further down.

Wait.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes snapped open. 

Further down??!

He—he wasn’t going touch-blind or anything, right??

Those fingers had clearly slipped down past his cock, past his balls, and were now probing curiously around his hole!!

Wei Wuxian clenched his jaw, turning his head away with a gasp. “What are—ah? Are you doing??” 

This fucking blindfold didn’t just render him unable to see—every touch that played over his nerves seemed to be magnified as well! He shuddered at the strange sensation of being prodded down there, curling into himself. “Why are you even…don’t touch that! It’s dirty—ngahh…”

But the man didn’t stop, rubbing his wet fingers meticulously into that tight furl of muscle until it slowly, gradually began to relax. The tip of a slender finger pressed inwards, and Wei Wuxian trembled, thighs tensing. 

The arm that had been around his waist came down to rub circles into his hips, drawing closer and closer to his cock, which was surprisingly already half-hard. 

A chaste kiss and some strange fondling—Wei Wuixan was truly beyond hope. 

The finger slipped in, the tip swallowed up inside him, and he hissed at the sting. The other hand finally began stroking at his cock, long and languid. 

Legs kicking out involuntarily, he began to squirm. Wei Wuxian’s thin face felt like it was about to explode. Nothing could save him from the pure embarrassment that came with being touched in such a place. 

Writhing a little dazedly, he managed to wheeze, “Are you sure that’s right, L—” Wei Wuxian stopped himself before that name spilled from his lips. 

If he exposed him, what were the chances that person would just stop and leave him here?

…He couldn’t bear it. Not like this. 

So instead, Wei Wuxian gathered himself a little, struggling to sit up properly. He nosed forward and buried his face into a warm neck, inhaling deeply, smooth silk under his cheek. The person above him seemed to tense, powerful muscles stretching under skin, but didn’t push him away. His lips brushed against that neck, a mimicry of their earlier kiss. 

Held fast and close like this, having his most intimate places touched, he was completely helpless. 

Beside an earlobe so hot that he could feel heat radiating from it, his brows twitched in amusement as he whispered the only thing that came to mind, “Haah—I’m, I’m not a woman, gege.”

Wei Wuxian regretted his words immediately. 

The finger inside him jerked and went all the way in, the distinct knuckles firm against his inner walls. Wei Wuxian’s breath was punched out of him with a pathetic ah! — the rest of that hand flexing slowly against his ass. 

Head dropping down, he didn’t even have time to lament the trouble his mouthiness brought him before another finger carefully squirmed into him. Wei Wuxian was tight; all the muscles in his lower body seemed to be tensed up, only mitigated by the hand that continued pressing into his thighs and stroking over his cock.  

He clenched down on those two fingers as they began to move, in and out. 

Oh, that was weird. 

“Wait, wait.” Wei Wuxian gritted out, a tinge of panic in his voice. His head had fallen back against the tree trunk again, baring his neck to gentle presses of lips. What was he doing, was it really supposed to be like this? He himself had no idea, but surely—

A third finger forced itself in. Mouth falling open in a groan, he gasped at the stretch, shivering all over. 

“You…what…?” Wei Wuxian panted as all three fingers moved as one, thrusting in and out at a gradually increasing pace. His ass ached and throbbed, shaped to every single knuckle that protruded inside him, and the rest of his body seemed to be frozen. Not knowing what to do, and not able to do anything, Wei Wuxian could only tremble violently, impaled on those long fingers. 

Suddenly, they withdrew, and Wei Wuxian had but a moment of relief and strange emptiness, before something hot, wet and thick was rubbing obscenely against his hole. 

Huh? 

There was a moment of blank confusion in his arousal-addled brain. 

Then, it clicked. 

As a youth, Wei Wuxian hadn’t read all of that porn for nothing. If he’d really thought this was still a maiden he was dealing with, he would have been confused beyond belief. But at this point, there was no way he could be so idiotic. 

If this was…who he thought it was, Wei Wuxian could take a well-educated guess as to what was happening. 

And he didn’t know whether to be terrified or horrified. 

The slick head of that big cock began pressing in, quite a bit larger than three fingers, and Wei Wuxian became truly dizzy. He could hear the steady, deep breaths of the man crowded against him, a hint of restraint in the low noise. He could feel those heavy puffs of air raising goosebumps on his neck. Heartbeat racing like the fluttering wings of a bird, he wondered if his fast pulse was visible on his naked skin.

Wei Wuxian began to struggle again, twisting his body away from that—that thing that was practically a weapon! His bound hands came up to bash against that firm chest and were immediately shoved back against his own. His legs flailed about for only a moment before they were caught in an iron grip, spread wide and wantonly. 

At the stretch, Wei Wuxian’s breath hitched in mortification. 

That dick continued to move, sliding in slowly but surely.

His voice cracked. “Wait, wait! Spare me, have mercy, gege!! I can’t, I really can’t, it’s my—” 

First time!!! 

As soon as his lips were covered with a sloppy kiss, that cock plunged all the way inside him in one smooth movement. Wei Wuxian keened into that wet mouth, eyes rolling back into his head. All his thrashing from before immediately ceased. With his whole body pulled as tight and taut as a bowstring, it was left in shock from the intrusion. 

Above him, that man held still, trembling, the tiny motions rippling throughout their joined bodies. 

“Ahh!!” Wei Wuxian wailed as his mouth was finally released, head thumping back against the tree, almost cracking a layer of bark. Scrabbling uselessly against neat lapels, he pulled and twisted at the other man’s robes. 

He panted, fighting to keep his lower half completely still, “Inside…you’re inside…it’s so big…take it out, take it out!!!” 

That man’s hips pulled back, unhurried and torturous, the filthy slide of his dick against Wei Wuxian’s inner walls making the both of them groan. At the low sound of that person’s voice, which had finally escaped him, Wei Wuxian accidentally clenched down with a punched-out gasp.

It hurt, but…He wanted to hear that voice again. 

Just to make sure.

Twitching a little, he almost floated away from the pain as unbidden thoughts came to mind that shocked even his shameless self—what did that beauty look like while he was sheathed within him? 

Were his lovely golden eyes lowered in concentration, long lashes fluttering at the undoubtedly pleasurable heat? Or had they gone dark at the sensation? 

As that man breathed roughly and unevenly into Wei Wuxian’s neck, pinning him down with his body…Were his thin lips parted, as red as the petals of the flower Wei Wuxian had tossed down to him earlier that day, still wet with traces of their saliva and his seed? 

In this broad daylight, could he see Wei Wuxian’s aching length, beaded with slick between the shadow of their bodies? What did he think of this Wei Wuxian, spread out and wet for him?

And that forehead ribbon that he so coveted, did it trail against his bare chest along with that silky fall of dark hair…

…The forehead ribbon. Could it be what bound his wrists? 

He clenched down again involuntarily as his whole body seemed to throb intensely.  

What was Wei Wuxian even thinking? He should be preoccupied with that hot dick that was quite literally splitting him open!!

Now that only his cockhead remained inside, it appeared that Wei Wuixan was the one who wasn’t willing to let him go, sucking onto that thick length with all his strength.  

He lingered at his entrance, letting Wei Wuxian’s hole flex around him. 

Was he going to take it out or not?? The more humiliated Wei Wuxian became, the harder his ass clenched down, making the man’s breath catch—a sick cycle!  

“Wait, please, please…” He babbled, to no avail, as that cock pressed into him again, spearing him open. Every hard ridge of it squeezed against his insides, filling him up completely and slowly fucking every thought out of his brain. Wei Wuxian’s eyelids fluttered, unseen and unseeing, as that man finally began to thrust in earnest. 

If he thought he had been powerless before, it was nothing compared to now. 

Every forceful jerk of his hips sent Wei Wuxian jolting into the tree, scraping at his back, the punishing thrusts carving a shape deep in his belly. 

“It hurts, it hurts—inside, my stomach is…too deep…mmnah, are you listening?! I said—” 

Even he really didn’t know what and why all of this nonsense was coming out of his mouth. He, Wei Wuxian, had survived countless injuries and battle wounds, but upon receiving this little pain, he just wanted to cry out and cling onto the person plundering him.

For these nonsensical words, Wei Wuxian received about two seconds of reprieve as a light kiss was pressed onto his lips. 

Then, that man continued his merciless movements.  

Amidst the gruelling, sparking friction, some part of his brain registered the fact that the hips pressed to his ass were half-clothed, muffling the slapping of flesh against flesh, and that part of a long robe was draped over his leg. The realisation made him whimper, somehow—Wei Wuxian himself was almost bare; robes thrown wide open and pants nowhere to be found. 

But the person fucking him—had he been so desperate for Wei Wuxian, to only remove what was necessary and shove himself into his hole?

He whimpered again and couldn't stop, broken little ah-ah-ah’s falling from his lips in time with the intense drags of that long, thick cock. The person inside him clutched him close, one arm spread over the expanse of his back, and the other holding his thighs open. His breathing remained erratic, but every so often, the quiet, hoarse groans he let out would make Wei Wuxian shiver and clench, eyes rolling back. 

It occurred to Wei Wuxian that Lan—that this man had a full, clear view of his face, the saliva trailing from his mouth, the way he had to be completely dazed, and perhaps the way his blindfold was certainly wet.  

Before he could feel some kind of way about that, that scorching length seemed to go even further, its slight curvature slamming into a certain spot inside him. 

White-hot pleasure exploded through his very core. 

Wei Wuxian hadn’t even fully registered the feeling before he convulsed, arching backward in shock, choking on air. 

“Ah, ah, ah!!!—Haaah, what, what is that?!!…stop, ah, my stomach, I can’t—!!”

The other man seemed to harden even more, sheathed all the way in. Even as tears were squeezed from the corners of Wei Wuxian’s eyes, he began thrusting harder, grinding and angling his hips to catch that devastating spot again and again. Wei Wuxian had no choice but to cling to the front of his robes like a drowning man as he was taken, each stroke forcing his nerves to spark and alight with pure, sinful ecstasy. 

He was being driven mad, being fucked relentlessly like this. His head was completely empty, and all he could feel was the constant in and out of that thick, wet cock, and the way Wei Wuxian’s hole, now relaxed, sucked at it insatiably. 

The smooth glide was incredible, the way he was being filled up was incredible. He was so hard, he could feel himself dripping onto his own stomach, the liquid sliding down to join the mess around his fluttering hole. It was too hot. 

If Wei Wuxian was allowed these sensations only once in his life, he would choose this every time. He might just ascend from it. 

As the pleasure within him mounted higher and closer to the peak, he was only missing one thing. Summoning up what little strength he could, he tugged jerkily with the fingers he had wound into those robes. 

“K-kiss…” Wei Wuxian murmured, hard to hear over the sound of their bodies joining together, again and again. Lifting his arms, he looped them around that person’s neck, tugging him even closer. “Don’t bite, gege, I just—mmnh…”   

His wish was granted, and that tongue slipped inside, positively gentle compared to the way his lower half was being plundered. Wei Wuxian moaned in relief at the now-familiar sensation, his legs shaking from where they were spread out on either side of that lithe figure.  

As heat kept building up in his gut, Wei Wuxian broke the kiss, unable to hold back his moans and cries, and gasped out, “Just like that, good gege, I’m about to—” 

That wicked, wicked man somehow rammed into him even harder, slotting their mouths back together. Over his own lewd noises and the renewed slick sounds of that dick pounding into him, Wei Wuxian felt more than heard Lan Wangji whisper into his lips, husky and low, “Come.”

With that, he was done for. 

A strangled scream left him gaping as he bucked his hips up, grinding himself on that hard length and making it hit that spot deep in his core, a flash of pure lightning through his veins. He could practically feel Lan Wangji in his throat. His hard, straining dick spurted wildly over his chest, painting his dark nipples with white. Wei Wuxian thrashed frantically as he came, torn between pulling himself closer to Lan Wangji or trying to break away from the insane pleasure. 

Lan Wangji didn’t let up in the slightest, fucking roughly into his hole as Wei Wuxian writhed like a beast in heat. Those little groans that escaped him made Wei Wuxian’s head spin as he was fucked through his release, as Lan Wangji pressed all the way into him, hips rutting obscenely against his ass, as he spilled his own cum inside. 

The slick rush of hot liquid filled him up completely, stirred up and pushed ever deeper as Lan Wangji kept moving. Wei Wuxian had gone boneless, trembling, the long whine that issued from his throat hitching rhythmically with Lan Wangji’s softening thrusts. 

Eventually, Lan Wangji slowed completely, pressed deep inside. He rested his forehead on Wei Wuxian’s, soon regaining his jade-like composure.  

Wei Wuxian’s breaths were short and quavering as he lay sprawled out, sweat dripping down his temples and neck, his hole filled and plugged up. The feeling of wetness inside him was strange, but made him shiver with pleasure as it hovered around the edge of his awareness. 

He had been utterly wrecked. 

“In—side…you came inside me…” 

Taking the words more seriously than he would have liked, Lan Wangji moved to pull out. Wei Wuxian’s numb legs did their best to clench tightly together, holding him in place. 

“No, wait…just for a while…” 

Lan Wangji froze. 

After a moment, he gently took Wei Wuxian’s bound hands from behind his neck and began carefully undoing the many tight knots of the ribbon. As he worked, Wei Wuxian wondered absently what kind of marks his aching wrists bore. When he was finally free, Lan Wangji tugged the ribbon away—it slipped through Wei Wuxian’s fingers and he lightly caught hold of it for less than a second, brushing over the vaguely cloud-shaped embroidery before it was gone. 

This time, when Lan Wangji slowly removed himself from Wei Wuxian, he didn’t protest, only wincing at the soreness of his backside as that length eased out completely. His hole clenched around nothing as thick seed began to drip out of him, leaking onto the grass below. Wei Wuxian sucked in an unsteady gulp of air, having thought that he was past this kind of embarrassment by now, but—evidently, he wasn’t. 

He startled slightly at the careful press of soft cloth between his legs, wiping away the liquid around his thighs and stomach as well. If Wei Wuxian had any energy left in him he would have laughed at the thought of any kind of handkerchief being used for this indecent purpose. That was probably, he would guess, at least fifty Lan rules to do with promiscuity broken. At the same time, the delicate way that cloth smoothed over his body made something in his chest twist. 

Really, he thought shakily, could it be that Lan Wangji couldn’t bear to leave Wei Wuxian completely debauched like this? Despite everything between them, could Hanguang-jun's heart actually ache for Wei Wuxian at the thought of taking his body, marking his innermost places white, then leaving him wet and open and alone?

As he lay slumped and fucked-out against the tree, that man carefully cleaned him up and redressed him properly, his collar neatly and modestly arranged as Wei Wuxian would never do himself. Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian’s hands roved lightly over the body before him, fingers sliding over light silk and fine embroidery that he could almost see in his mind's eye—wispy clouds and silver thread. 

Wei Wuxian had been sure of his identity, but this was another nail in the coffin. 

When he was done, they sat there for a moment longer, pressed into each other. He savoured the warmth of the person who held him so close, sinking into an escape of fragrant sandalwood and soft hair. 

Eventually, Lan Wangji moved again, releasing him from his embrace. Wei Wuxian let out a little whine, having almost drifted off, the aches in his body coming back to life. A featherlight kiss was pressed to his mouth, as if to soothe him. 

Eyes closed, Wei Wuxian sighed into the kiss. 

Too gentle, he thought, and reached out to grip Lan Wangji’s shoulders, tugging him ever-closer and intruding between those sweet, plush lips at the same time. 

They fell into a familiar slow dance of lips and tongues, languid and almost drowsy, at least on Wei Wuxian’s side. When they parted, he felt like the break of dawn, flush with light. A smile threatened to bloom over his face, and he reached back to undo his blindfold. 

However, he was stopped again. Warm hands drew his own down, back into his lap, and Lan Wangji earnestly pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his cheekbone. 

Then he stood up. 

There was the sound of an intake of breath, as if he was about to say something.

But in the moment between one breath and the next, the forest became completely silent, save for the sound of birdsong. Wei Wuxian, who had been waiting and waiting, curled his trembling fingers into the blindfold and ripped it off. 

The sunlight was bright. 

Lan Wangji was nowhere to be seen. 

Heedless of the misery that rose in his throat like bile, Wei Wuxian sat up and looked down at himself. The flower at his chest was gone. 

Instead, in his lap, sat a spread of small purple orchids, blooming elegantly on a single stem.