Thread by @anfu88817580

((#MDZS canon div au; cw: somno, dub-con))

At first he thought it was a dream.

He initially felt an warm, tight sensation around his cock—it wasn’t too wet, nor too dry, but his conciousness chased the feeling until he awoke, and then he realized that, no, this wasnt a dream.

Before Lan Wangji opened his eyes, the first thing he heard was a quiet panting sound, followed by small moans of pleasure, obviously trying to keep quiet, but failing anyways.

The second thing he heard—and it wasn’t really that he “heard”, but moreso felt—was his cock being

engulfed in a gentle, warm heat, just as he dreamed of, and hands pressed up upon his lower abdomen and chest, as if the person was leveraging themselves against him.

He found that he had already been long hard.

Barely having opened his eyes, Lan Wangji reached up with trembled hands and held on to that person’s lithe waist.

That person sunk down in a particularly harsh thrust.

“Wei Ying,” he wheezed.

Wei Wuxian moaned a little and rolled his hips.

Blearly, Lan Wangji opened his eyes.

It was still well into the night, thought the first light of dawn was soon to come. Wei Wuxian’s body was practically encapsulated in moonlight—jet-black hair that spilled like ink around his sharp shoulders, contrasted by the white silk

underrobes that pooled around his elbows. His body glistened in sweat, slowly running down over his waist, his thighs, his collarbones, his neck.

Over his chest, where the gnarled Wen brand lied.

A deep, red flush rose high on his pale skin, shading his cheeks and his shoulders, and especially his cock, in a lovely shade of pink.

Wei Wuxian looked down and met his eyes.

His eyes were dark in hunger, yet something pained seemed to flash behind it.

Lan Wangji rolled his hips up, and his head twisted back in a low moan.

He gripped his waist tighter.

“Wei Ying,” he tried again, his voice barely a whisper. “What are you doing?”

For a moment, Wei Wuxian’s expression seemed to shutter off. It flickered between pleasure and sadness, like he didn’t know what to say, nor what to do.

“Lan Zhan,” he whispered, then gasped at a sharp thrust. “Lan Zhan… I’m—ngh—I’m sorry… I’m sorry…!”

Lan Wangji’s brows furrowed.

He ran his hands up and down Wei Wuxian’s sides, mapping the smooth skin underneath his fingertips, dancing along his ribcage. Wei Wuxian shuddered at the feeling, a whine escaping him.

“Wei Ying,” he whispered. “Why are you so—“

“It’s a waste of your jing,” Wei Wuxian began to babble. “I know, I’m sorry, I’m despicable, I know, I know—but I couldn’t help myself, I really wanted, I wanted—!”

At this, the corner of Lan Wangji’s lips turned down just slightly.

His jing?

In the moment, he didn’t understand, but he knew that something was wrong, and Wei Wuxian wasn’t being himself. So he slowly ran his hands down his sides, over his lower abdomen, heedless of his whines and moans, and firmly took his cock in hand.

Wei Wuxian jerked at his touched, cried when he began to stroke.

But then, after a few circular motions, he understood.

Something felt off—or rather missing.

He looked down, at his bare, glistening cock and realized that Wei Wuxian wasn’t wearing the jade ring.

They only did this to cultivate.

Lan Wangji couldn’t say he was completely happy about the arrangement, but he knew that Wei Wuxian needed help—needed his touch.

They used the jade ring to ensure that the cultivation would work well—if Lan Zhan passed him his energy and yet he

were to also expell it the same moment, it wasn’t very effective.

Thus, they had come to this compromise—Lan Wangji would fuck him, and he would be denied, every single time

(To put it crassly.)

But for him to do this…

“Lan Zhan,” he panted, rolled his hips, and the pain on his face seemed to almost morph into regret. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—ah-ah-ah-ah…”

Without letting go of his cock, Lan Zhan sat up, and wrapped his other arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist before

he flipped them around, and pinned Wei Wuxian onto his back. Immediately, Wei Wuxian threw his arms around his neck, but a suprised expression on his dace.

“Wei /Ying/,” Lan Wangji whispered, and he pumped his cock even faster.

“You don’t have to say that to me.”

He sheathed himself inside Wei Wuxian, fully to the root, and made him cry.

By now, he was very warm and very open. Who knows how long Wei Wuxian had been sitting over him, riding him and using him while trying to keep himself quiet. Perhaps he thought he could get away with it,

and use Lan Wangji like a toy without him knowing. Perhaps he he did it for hours, or perhaps it was for only a moment.

Perhaps he tried to get himself off first—quietly, all by himself—and realized that he couldn’t.

Perhaps he couldn’t do without Lan Wangji’s cock inside him.

Lan Wangji leaned in and kissed him, stifling his moans, and didn’t let him turn away. Always soft and warm—every part of him. Wei Wuxian writhed and shook with every thrust, cried when the right angle was pressed, arched his back and gripped Lan Wangji’s robes in his fists.

This was not how things normally went, but Lan Wangji will take what Wei Wuxian will offer him because he is selfish and greedy and stupidly in love. He will only take what he is given, like he was taught to, because he is in love, and Wei Wuxian is not.

He angles his face, kisses him with fervor, and Wei Wuxian follows. He prods at his lips with his tongue, an indication to open up, and Wei Wuxian obeys. He thrusts faster and harder, impossibly deep. Presses his thigh open with one hand and Wei Wuxian moans high into his mouth.

When his thrusts begin to turn frantic, Wei Wuxian breaks off their kiss to throw his head back in a loud and pitiful moan, and comes.

Lan Wangji is close himself, but he makes sure to stave it off to witness every second of his orgasm. His pace does not slow down, prolonging

the pleasure, and he watches with barely-hidden awe as Wei Wuxian writhes and whines in place, and begins to sob from the overwhelming relief, and then in oversensitivity.

His tears is what makes Lan Wangji tip over the edge, and he spills inside Wei Wuxian with a quiet moan.

When the high of their pleasure came down, just as the first rays of dawn peaked over the horizon, Lan Wangji collapsed atop of the warm body below, and gave a small kiss at the corner of his jaw, and another.

His small kisses let Wei Wuxian’s cries turned into quiet sniffles

and silent whimpers. He made sure to hold him close, to hug him and hide him in his arms, and stroke his hair and kiss his forehead. He made sure to give him sweet comfort, a quiet declaration of love that he was not sure would translate, because if he didn’t he wasn’t sure if it

was him or Wei Wuxian that would break first.

But it didn’t matter, because just as Lan Wangji felt himself relax, Wei Wuxian had jerked in his hold, and pushed him off, far, far away from him, and rolled around to the orher side of the bed.