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“Do not play for him!”
Lan Wangji’s gaze is fierce as he snatches the bamboo flute from Wei Wuxian’s hand, but Wei Wuxian only smiles in amusement.
“Why are you so pushy?” he teases, reaching to grab it back.
Before he’s able to lay a finger on the flute, Lan Wangji grabs his wrist.
“Do not play for him.” Lan Wangji breathes, low and serious.
Even drunk like this, his gaze carries tremendous weight. It makes Wei Wuxian rather giddy, being on the receiving end of such attention. Especially when Lan Wangji’s hand is so big and warm and firm around his wrist.
“Lan Zhan, why shouldn’t I?” he prods, smiling as he searches Lan Wangji’s expression for a reaction. “It’s just a flute.”
Lan Wangji swallows, and averts his gaze. Wei Wuxian realizes, with fascination and delight, that the tips of Lan Wangji’s ears are flushed. How cute!
“Why won’t you let me have it, er-gege?” Wei Wuxian whispers, teasingly bringing his free hand to reach for the flute.
A quick glance over Lan Wangji’s shoulder reveals that Wen Ning has already escaped from the scene. What a relief!
Wei Wuxian barely has a chance to relax before Lan Wangji is seizing his free hand and pinning his wrists together, holding both of them with just one of his hands!
“Do not look for him.” Lan Wangji orders, looking him steadily in the eye as he holds his wrists captive.
Wei Wuxian stares at Lan Wangji for a moment, utterly shocked, as something warm stirs in his gut. “Lan Zhan, er-gege, don’t you think you’re being a bit unreasonable?” he tries, twisting his wrists slightly, in search of freedom from Lan Wangji’s hold.
It’s utterly futile! Lan Wangji simply stares at him in the soft glow of the moonlight, intense and focused, and squeezes his wrists more tightly.
“Ow! Lan Zhan, you’re hurting me. why are you being like this, hmm? Are you jealous of Wen Ning?” Wei Wuxian teases, hoping that such nonsense would prompt Lan Wangji to release him.
But Lan Wangji’s eyes go wide.
He quickly averts his gaze, but the damage has already been done, and oh- his ears are so red!
“Lan Zhan, you really are jealous!!!” Wei Wuxian cries in excitement and disbelief. He can barely contain the delighted grin that is overtaking him.
“Don’t you know I’ll play the flute for you anytime you like?” he whispers coyly, stepping closer to Lan Wangji, trying to catch his gaze. “Er-gege, why don’t you release me and I’ll play for you right now?”
In an instant, Lan Wangji’s gaze hardens. He tears his forehead ribbon loose, and swiftly binds it around Wei Wuxian’s wrists, securing it in place with a series of tight knots.
“Ehh?? Lan Zhan? What are you doing?!” Wei Wuxian asks nervously, tugging at the restraints to test their give.
They are startlingly firm. The complex and excessive series of knots Lan Wangji has tied does not give in the slightest.
Switching tactics, Wei Wuxian makes a grab for his bamboo flute, tucked away in Lan Wangji’s belt.
But Lan Wangji is having none of it. He wraps his big hand around Wei Wuxian’s bound wrists and tugs him along, dragging him back towards the inn.
“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! What are you doing?!”
Lan Wangji is silent, as he drags Wei Wuxian back to the inn. He is silent, as he kicks open the door and tugs Wei Wuxian to their room, as he slides the door shut and tosses him onto the bed.
“Lan Zhan!!!” Wei Wuxian exclaims, aghast at this treatment. He braces his bound hands against the bed, and pushes himself up into a sitting position as Lan Wangji stands over him, watching impassively.
“Wei Ying should not flirt with others,” he states, gravely, and Wei Wuxian is struck by the strangest sensation, like he has heard those words before…
Wei Wuxian pushes that thought away and lunges forward, reaching for his flute. But Lan Wangji is quick to pull it from his belt and hold it away from him, to grab Wei Wuxian by the wrists and toss his back down on the bed, easily, like Wei Wuxian is utterly weak and harmless -
Something hot and dizzy stirs in Wei Wuxian at the thought. Compelled by some strange thrill, he gazes up at Lan Wangji from under his eyelashes and whispers, “So what are you doing to do about it, Lan Zhan? Are you going to discipline me?”
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen at that. He stares at Wei Wuxian with his lips parted slightly, like he’s breathless, transfixed.
“You always did like discipline, didn’t you Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian teases, turning his head slightly so his ponytail spills over his shoulder. “You’ve tied me up like this, so now what is it you plan to do?”
He fully expects Lan Wangji to back off, hearing such nonsense. To call him ridiculous and perhaps settle beside him in bed and send a jolt of spiritual energy into his back that will have him still and helpless until he falls asleep, tucked in beside Lan Wangji’s warm and strong body-
But Lan Wangji does no such thing. His gaze drifts to the bamboo flute in his hand, and then back to Wei Wuxian, his ears flushed and his eyes strangely glazed.
“Wei Ying,” he breathes. “Mark your words.”
And then Lan Wangji is sinking down on the bed beside him, yanking him up by his bound wrists, and tugging him over his lap.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying cries, scrambling to sit up properly. But Lan Wangji tugs him back down so that he is sprawled across his lap, bracing himself against the mattress with his bound hands.
It’s strangely thrilling, being in this position. Wei Wuxian’s ponytail has fallen forward, and his hair is spilling heavily onto the bed. His face has nearly been forced into the bedsheets, and the silk ribbon around his wrists is tight and restrictive.
It makes him feel rather small and pitiful, being tied up like this. He cannot possibly break free. And Lan Wangji has turned him over his lap so forcefully, like he doesn’t even have a say in the matter, like Lan Wangji isn’t bothered by his protests at all, isn’t interested in anything except-
In one smooth motion, Lan Wangji hikes up the back of his robes, and tugs down his pants.
Wei Wuxian goes still. His eyes feel impossibly wide.
“L-Lan Zhan…” he whispers, fighting to keep his voice very calm and steady in the quiet of their room. “What are you doing?”
Lan Wangji rests one hand against the back of his neck, like he’s holding him in place.
His hand feels impossibly hot and heavy, and Wei Wuxian is suddenly liquid under his touch, malleable, every thought evaporated from his mind.
“Discipline,” Lan Wangji whispers, and he traces his other hand up the back of Wei Wuxian’s leg, running it over his bare ass.
Wei Wuxian full body shudders at his touch.
“Hhhh…” he breathes, nonsensically, as Lan Wangji runs his hand over his ass once more, palming it slightly and digging his fingers into the bare skin, squeezing .
Wei Wuxian has never- no one has ever-
Lan Wangji’s hand leaves him, and Wei Wuxian almost whimpers. He feels very, very exposed, like this. There’s a tingling sensation in his gut, something hot and dizzying and embarrassing. He holds himself very still, frozen in anticipation, scared to disrupt whatever is coming next.
And then, Lan Wangji is resting something thin and cold and hard across his ass, like a hint as to what is coming. Wei Wuxian blinks helplessly, trying to make sense of it. It’s the flute, the one he carved from a fresh sprig of bamboo, and it’s- Lan Wangji is-
In an instant, the flute is gone. And then Lan Wangji is bringing it down on his bare ass, sharp and quick and stinging.
Wei Wuxian squeals. He curls into himself instinctually, hiding his face in his bound wrists.
It stings! It stings, it stings, it stings! And it’s so embarrassing, like some hot, roiling thing has come to life inside him.
Lan Wangji squeezes the back of his neck soothingly. He taps the bamboo flute gently against Wei Wuxian’s ass, against the part of it that is hot and stinging, and Wei Wuxian whimpers, squirming in his lap.
Without warning, Lan Wangji brings it down again , quick and sharp, and Wei Wuxian cries out, jolting weakly in his lap.
“Wei Ying should not flirt with others.” Lan Wangji repeats, as he squeezes Wei Wuxian’s neck soothingly, as he traces the bamboo along Wei Wuxian’s ass and strikes it again, again, again-
Wei Wuxian’s squeals quickly turn into pathetic little whimpers and hitched breaths, choked-out cries, senseless little shifts of his hips. He can’t find the words to protest. His eyes feel glassy and he thinks he might be drooling on the bedsheets.
The sharp sting of it is warm, warm, warm, a pleasant tingle jolting through him. The whoosh of it in the air, the crack of it against his ass, the sounds of Lan Wangji’s stilted breathing, are impossibly thrilling. He feels small and embarrassed, and strangely held, strangely safe.
At some point, Lan Wangji switches to using his hand. He runs it over Wei Wuxian’s ass appreciatively, seizing handfuls of the warm flesh and squeezing it, striking it, until it’s hot and aching all over.
It’s strangely grounding, feeling Lan Wangji’s hand on him. Wei Wuxian whimpers and arches into his touch, his big hand, rubbing the side of his face into the bedsheets.
He is surely a mess, spread over Lan Wangji’s lap like this. His hair is surely mussed up, and his ass is very, very hot and very sore. Wei Wuxian’s hands are bound, and he is sure there will be marks on his wrists. There will be no hiding the evidence of this.
Poor Lan Wangji is going to be so embarrassed tomorrow. For his sake, Wei Wuxian is never going to allow him to drink like this again.
“Lan Zhan…” he slurs pathetically, cushioning his cheek against the bedsheets. “You punished me so well. How about taking a rest for now?”
But Lan Wangji is not interested in taking a rest. He glances impassively at Wei Wuxian, curled up pitifully with his wrists bound, and then his gaze drifts right back to Wei Wuxian’s sore, bare ass.
“You like it,” he breathes, as he stares intensely at Wei Wuxian’s ass.
“I don’t!” Wei Wuxian cries. “Who would like this, er-gege? You’ve disciplined me so harshly I’m not going to be able to sit tomorrow,” he whines pathetically, gazing up at Lan Wangji in the hopes of distracting him.
But Lan Wangji isn’t distracted in the slightest by Wei Wuxian’s whining. He squeezes Wei Wuxian’s ass, like he’s mesmerized, and then he does the unthinkable - he slides his finger into the crease between Wei Wuxian’s cheeks and traces down, down, pausing when he reaches a certain spot-
Wei Wuxian freezes in horror.
Lan Wangji gazes up at him, slow and damning, and rubs his fingers against the sensitive spot, gentle and coaxing. After a moment, he extracts his fingers and holds them up for Wei Wuxian to see.
“Wei Ying is wet,” he whispers, and there is something darkly intent in his gaze-
“I- that’s not-“ Wei Wuxian stutters weakly, staring in horror at Lan Wangji’s beautiful, elegant fingers, shiny with some unknown substance. “I’m not-“
Lan Wangji is unmoved by his weak protests. He returns his attention to Wei Wuxian’s ass, and stares in fascination as he dips his fingers between Wei Wuxian’s cheeks once more, gently massaging the sensitive opening he has found.
“Nooo, Lan Zhan, please, I don’t like it, I really don’t-“ Wei Wuxian whines, as something hot and wild trembles inside him.
The silk ribbon Lan Wangji has tied around his wrists is so tight , and he knows he must look like such a mess right now, his hair mussed up, spilling on the bed, his ass red and exposed as he is strewn across Lan Wangji’s lap, utterly helpless-
Lan Wangji slips a finger inside, and Wei Wuxian squeals, trying to twist away from him. But Lan Wangji wordlessly rests a hand on his lower back and pins him down, like Wei Wuxian is harmless, easily subdued.
“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, what are you doing?” Wei Wuxian asks, making his voice light and playful, even as it trembles slightly from fear. “This doesn’t seem like the right place, er-gege, why are you touching there?”
Lan Wangji is doing more than touching. He has two fingers inside him, now, and he is thrusting them in and out with vulgar, wet squelches.
Amidst the fear at something so unusual happening with his body, something so dirty , there’s something strangely, sharply arousing about it, the sloppy wet sounds that are so loud in the quiet of their room at the inn.
He realizes, with a sudden terror, that he is getting hard, and that there is something hard and hot poking into his side, under the pristine layers of Lan Wangji’s robes.
Wei Wuxian is, admittedly, not sure what any of this means. He has never read cutsleeve porn before, has never thought he had an interest in it. But what Lan Wangji is doing, it reminds him of the porn he has read, of the way a man would open a woman’s flower, preparing it for-
Wei Wuxian feels the hard, hot thing against his side twitch, and he abruptly decides to try switching tactics.
“Lan Zhan, that’s dirty, you shouldn’t touch there!” he chastises, a bit hysterically. “I don’t think this is the right place, er-gege, I’m not a woman-“
For a moment, Wei Wuxian thinks he may have succeeded. Lan Wangji seems to be satisfied with his work, because he lifts Wei Wuxian off of his lap by the hips and lays him down on the bed, his face in the bedsheets and his ass in the air.
“Er-gege,” he whispers, senselessly, in some sort of plea. His ass is beginning to feel very sore and hot, after the punishment he took. He imagines it must be quite red. There must be marks, from where he was struck with the bamboo flute.
Lan Wangji’s breathing is heavy and stilted, and Wei Wuxian abruptly realizes that he has not succeeded at all, because Lan Wangji is bracing himself on top of him, hovering over him, big and warm and strong, and Wei Wuxian can feel the tip of Lan Wangji’s heavy cock, tickling his legs-
Wei Wuxian whimpers into the bedsheets. This is happening, this is really happening. There’s a wild, terrifying thrill inside him, a hot embarrassment he cannot name.
“Lan Zhan,” he whispers, as Lan Wangji parts his cheeks, as he presses the head of his cock between them. “Lan Zhan, you have to be gentle.”
For Lan Wangji’s sake, Wei Wuxian truly hopes he is drunk enough that he will not remember this tomorrow. Wei Wuxian is beginning to believe he might have the inclinations of a cutsleeve, but he can’t say the same for poor Lan Wangji!
Lan Wangji is clearly confused, thinking perhaps that he is bedding a woman - and it shouldn’t be arousing, but the thought of that makes hot desire stir in Wei Wuxian’s gut. Lan Wangji taking him like one might bed a woman-
Lan Wangji pushes the head of his cock inside, and Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide. He makes a tiny, animal sound and tenses around the intrusion, and Lan Wangji shudders over him, breathing hot against the back of his neck.
“Wei Ying,” he gasps, and oh- Wei Wuxian’s stomach does something funny at that. There is something wild and giddy inside him, because Lan Wangji doesn’t think he is a woman, he knows exactly who he is, and he is breathing his name like that -
Wei Wuxian must have relaxed some at the revelation, because suddenly Lan Wangji is pushing in further, thrusting into him with increasingly deep, meaningful jabs, like he’s carving out a place inside Wei Wuxian, determined to sink himself inside.
Wei Wuxian shivers and arches, canting his hips up to give Lan Wangji better access.
“Lan Zhan-“ he whimpers deliriously into the bedsheets. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan-“
Lan Wangji’s cock is a revelation. It feels huge, as Lan Wangji forces it inside him. Wei Wuxian cannot honestly tell what is happening back there, from sensation alone. He cannot tell how deep Lan Wangji is, how far he has managed to penetrate him.
He can only feel that it is big , that he is so full, that he must relax to take it, that part of Lan Wangji is inside him - inside him, raw and wet, like a man might give a woman a child.
He whispers Lan Wangji’s name like a plea, again and again, senseless as Lan Wangji braces himself above him, as he groans softly into his ear and snaps his hips and buries himself inside of him-
Oh, Lan Wangji is inside him, he is inside him all the way. Wei Wuxian can feel Lan Wangji’s hips settle against his sore, inflamed ass. He can feel the silky tickle of the hair at the base of Lan Wangji’s cock.
Taking Lan Wangji inside him feels like a tremendous strain, and a tremendous, exhilarating release. Wei Wuxian whimpers pathetically into the bedsheets as Lan Wangji begins to rock inside him, as Lan Wangji whispers his name in his ear, adoringly.
Wei Wuxian’s heart trembles at the tone of Lan Wangji’s voice. He sounds so gentle, even as he is pinning Wei Wuxian to the bed and having his way with him.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian pants, as Lan Wangji grinds into him with a wet squelch, his fingers digging into Wei Wuxian’s hip to angle him to his liking. “Lan Zhan, you’re fucking me.”
“I’m fucking you,” Lan Wangji repeats back to him, his breath hot against his ear. He settles his weight more heavily on Wei Wuxian, pinning him down with it, and he snaps his hips brutally, striking Wei Wuxian’s sore ass and making him squeal.
“Lan Zhan, it hurts!” Wei Wuxian whines, as Lan Wangji begins to pound into him, flesh striking flesh with each sharp thrust of his hips.
It stings, it really stings, each slap against his already sore ass. It feels extremely hot and tender, where Lan Wangji had punished him, and the sharp, repetitive sting of each thrust is doing something funny to him, making something light and dizzying buzz under his skin.
“You like it,” Lan Wangji whispers in Wei Wuxian’s ear, like he is confiding a secret, something he is very sure of.
Wei Wuxian can only whimper in reply. There is a delightful hot shame inside him, as he twists his bound hands helplessly against the bedsheets, as he spreads his legs wider, makes himself relax so that he can take Lan Wangji’s cock better , so that he can debase himself further-
“You like taking my cock,” Lan Wangji whispers in his ear, thrusting into him with deep, wet squelches. “You like it when I rape you.”
Wei Wuxian shivers at that, hiding his face in his bound hands. He does like it, he likes it so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
Lan Wangji angles his hips as he pounds into him, and shivers of pleasure race up Wei Wuxian’s spine, warm tingles come to life in his fingers and toes.
There’s a strange heat pooling inside him, a strange tension unlike anything he’s ever felt, and an agonized little animal sound, caught in his throat.
All the while Lan Wangji is covering him so completely with the warmth and weight of his body, fucking him into the mattress relentlessly, filling the room with the obscene sounds of his thrusts, sloppy wet slaps of skin on skin, his hips beating the fat of Wei Wuxian’s ass.
By the time Wei Wuxian realizes he is going to come, it is already happening. His body tenses like he’s fighting off a shiver, and then it hits him like the crest like a wave, mind-numbing pleasure racing through every inch of his body.
It makes him seize and shake. It makes his mouth fall open and his eyes squeeze shut, his face screwed up in pleasure as he strains against the bindings around his wrists, as his cock pulses and spills onto his clothes, onto the bedsheets, sticky and warm and messy.
Lan Wangji keeps fucking him through it, even harder now, mercilessly pounding him into the mattress, into the pool of sticky cum he has spilled.
“Wei Ying,” he breathes, seeming almost agonized as his ragged breath kisses Wei Wuxian’s ear, as his movements stutter and slow and oh- Lan Wangji is coming inside him - he’s spilling inside him -
Wei Wuxian makes some soft animal sound, arching his hips up and spreading his legs as he hides his flushed face in the bedsheets. His wrists are so sore, his ass is so sore, and Lan Wangji is spilling his wet seed inside him .
It takes a few moments to come down from the thrill of it. Wei Wuxian is trembling slightly, his muscles weak and shocky, as Lan Wangji pulls out of him, slow and careful, and parts his sore cheeks to examine the mess he has made.
“What are you looking at, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian whines, shifting his hips petulantly as a little trail of semen drips out and races down between his legs. “Are you looking at what you did to me?”
When Lan Wangji doesn’t reply, Wei Wuxian pouts harder, curling dejectedly into the bedsheets, making himself small and pathetic. “Er-gege, that wasn’t very nice, you didn’t listen to my protests at all.”
Lan Wangji squeezes his ass, and slaps it for good measure. And then, he leans down and breathes gently against Wei Wuxian’s ear.
“You protest every night.”
Wei Wuxian freezes at that, brow furrowed in confusion.
“Lan Zhan?” he whispers, as something begins to tug at the edges of his consciousness, something familiar-
An instant later, he is awake in bed, curled up against his husband’s side as wafts of incense float throughout the jingshi.
As soon as the awareness sets in, he bolts upright, smiling delightedly and draping himself over his husband’s chest.
“Lan Zhan! Have you really been drinking vinegar all this time?” he asks, eagerly tracing his fingers along the collar of his husband’s sleeping robe.
Lan Wangji watches him with a soft smile. He is perhaps planning to say something devastating, but before he has a chance, Wei Wuxian swoops in, breathing softly against his husband’s ear. “Have you really wanted to rape me all this time?”
When he sits up to assess Lan Wangji’s reaction, he finds that his husband is watching him calmly, serene and well-behaved, giving nothing away.
But Wei Wuxian knows what depth lies beyond Lan Wangji’s calm exterior. This is not the first time they’ve played out such a scenario.
Wei Wuxian knows that his husband has collected mementos from him, even all those years ago. He knows that his husband stole his first kiss, and the flower from his robes. That he kept it pressed between the pages of a book as a reminder.
Wei Wuxian knows that these desires have always been there, lurking in wait.
Sometimes, he wonders if there is anything he could ask for that Lan Wangji wouldn’t give to him, any perverse desire that would be too much for his husband’s taste.
He wonders if the want in Lan Wangji is truly as vast and endless as it seems, if he will ever find the bottom of it.
Lan Wangji squeezes his ass affectionately, and whispers his name as he pulls him close, tucking him into his side.
Wei Wuxian smiles mischievously and arches his ass into Lan Wangji’s hand.
“Just promise me one thing, Lan Zhan, promise me you won’t try that with Chenqing, okay? If you do, I definitely won’t be able to bear it!”