( He doesn't forget so much as forgets in a moment of incredibly turned on fear, pinned down to the bed as Lan Zhan's lips and mouth and face are doing criminally good things--his heart was already hammering from the adrenaline rush as he woke, and it's rabbit fast speeds not slowing down now.
Kept from moving, to both their benefit, silly dear puts just enough of a damper on him that he lasts longer than he thought, panting and whining out Lan Zhan before oh, gods , his hand tightens in hair, in sheets, every muscle in his abdomen contracts, even his legs, and he shudders with a moan that might have been an attempt at his boyfriend's name before he jerks, gasping, coming once, then with shudders following, twice, a third time with his toes curled tight and him desperately trying to catch his breath, lights dancing in his eyes, ears ringing, and mind and unhelpful, warm expanse of extreme contentment--minus one lingering concern.
Wide eyed, pupils blown to the point they look comically large, he faintly recalls to let go of his hold on Lan Zhans hair, fighting a losing battle against post orgasmic bliss to offer: )
Oh my gods, Lan Zhan, you're gonna need water to wash that down--
( ... just because he's a virgin does not mean he does not know exactly how he tastes.
... though Lan Zhan's cooking at least... helps... )
[Wangji had him deep enough in his mouth that relatively little of Wei Ying's cum hit his tongue, but what little did is, indeed, not the most pleasant taste, and he does make a small face at it... but he still slowly pulls himself off Wei Ying's cock and then licks his lips anyway.
He did read about all of this, he knew this was not necessarily going to be the fun part, but he wanted to try it. And yes, he can safely say this is not a taste he enjoys, for now at least, but it's also not revolting. He can definitely stand it easily if that means he gets to go down on Wei Ying more.
Anyway, for now, he's going to simply look up from where he is between Wei Ying's legs, and.... his lips twitch. Is that a smile?]
( ..................... Wei Wuxian points, spluttering, torn between either laughing or crying, but definitely falling toward laughing. )
Hah! Hah! You, you, you! Lan Zhan, you're incredible!
( In several ways, and his spent dick gives a sad twitch in particular remembrance of oh at least two of them. Not that it stops him from acting, which is why he curls forward to clasp his hands to either side of Lan Zhan's face. Is this all a little awkward for him? Yes, because it's not only new, it's so new it's paler than fresh snow for him, but also: )
That's how you decided to wake me up? Come up here—
( Tug, tug, seriously come lay over his NAKED SWEATY BODY he wants to kiss and also bask in his lassitude while boggling over his boyfriend's brain. )
Looking very satisfied with himself because he definitely surprised Wei Ying with this, for sure. And that reaction is so... much. Of course he sort of expected that, but still.
He crawls up so he can lie down next to Wei Ying, and instead of laying over him, grab him to roll him on top of himself instead, closing his arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck.]
( He starts to protest when Lan Zhan settles in at his side, then grunts as he's rolled on top of his boyfriend instead. He doesn't mind it so much, though now his whole backside is starting to chill, because he's naked, thanks. He scoffs, dropping his head down next to Lan Zhan's and whining next to his ear, nuzzling in. )
Lan Zhan, when I said anything, I was thinking more like stealing all the blankets or rolling me out of bed!
( He laughs again, shortly, more or less bouncing there on Lan Zhan's chest. )
You're no fair, you know that? For one, I'm way too awake now, for another, where are my shorts? I went to sleep in underwear! And for a third...
( Here he lifts up his head, so he can look down into Lan Zhan's face with a sort of pseudo-pouting expression. )
When do I get my lips on you?
( Wei Wuxian: has zero ideas about blow jobs other than what are things his brain can come up with that he himself might find interesting, plus the surreal and hot experience of being woken up by one right now. He squirms suggestively, which also has him wince, still rather sensitive himself. )
[Why would he steal the blankets or roll you out of bed, Wei Ying? That sounds like the sort of things little kids that were not the kind of very serious child Wangji was do.
When Wei Ying asks about his underwear, Wangji's lips twitch.]
... I'll buy you new ones.
[The unfortunate remnants of the boxer shorts are probably somewhere by the foot of the bed, wherever they landed after Wangji got them out of the way.
That pout is going to be the end of Wangji, though. And the squirming is halted by Wangji's arms tightening around Wei Ying's waist for a moment.]
( Lan Zhan, they sound like the sort of things one gets out of a rowdy household and a brother who you wrestle with in various ways throughout your childhood. Pranks! Tricks! Not blowjobs!
Regardless, now his eyebrows quirk up, and his voice drops lower: )
Lan Zhan.
( Come on there, Hercules, did you have to sacrifice his clothing on the altar of your very surprising and sexy wake-up call? )
I liked those!
( Now, in spite of those tightened arms, or maybe because of them, his very naked boyfriend is squirming lower, or trying. )
[If you really like those, then he'll shake heaven and earth until he finds the exact, same ones for you. Try him.
And yes, yes, he did have to sacrifice them because they were in the way.
But then, there's more squirming, and Wangji just... strokes Wei Ying's cheek with his fingers.]
... Only if you want to. You don't have to.
[He did it because he felt like it, not out of an expectation of exact reciprocity. It's fine if Wei Ying doesn't want to do it, or wants to do something else, or even just wants to go back to sleep. He'll take everything.]
I don't want the same ones, I want the ones that are super comfortable from years of washing...
( He leans into the cheek stroke, then puffs out his cheeks a little, not as exaggerated a pout as earlier. )
Lan Zhan. When do I ever say things just to sound nice for someone, instead of saying what I mean to do?
( He kicks up one foot, letting it sway in the air behind him, a pendulum of sorts. )
I. Want. You. I want to taste you! I want to kiss down your chest ( ignore that he's starting to turn a little red; he's keeping eye contact this whole time ) and across your stomach and I'm going to admire your abs but also those mermaid lines and everything else, ah? I want you.
( It's no less true for being slower to slide into the sexy frying pan than Lan Zhan is. )
[That blush is cute, especially when you are reminded, like Lan Wangji, that he has seen this man flirt his heart out for free food and yet he confessed to never having even kissed anyone before.
But then, even blushing he keeps speaking and, well, he's good at speaking, and it's. A lot. Wangji's ears are definitely very pink now. But he's not breaking eye contact either.]
Alright. Do whatever you want.
[But Wangji is wearing more than Wei Ying was, so you're going to have to unwrap your present, Wei Ying.]
( Wei Wuxian only breaks eye contact when he gets his go ahead, a particularly cat-pleased-with-themselves grin breaking out across his face. He squirms down some, nudging apart Lan Zhan's legs as he does, though he ends up straddling one thigh instead of settling himself between them.
His hands trail down, and he rucks up his sleeping shirt from where it's been shifted up his abdomen then pulled down again with Wei Wuxian's squirming. )
Anything?
( He asks, all a study of "playful innocence." Particularly as he plants his elbows and shifts himself lower still, now finally nudging Lan Zhan's legs further apart so he can be arranging himself between them (he feels incredibly exposed in his nudity, and also the fact his kneeling as he does shows off his back to his arse when his hair's all shifted and fallen forward over his shoulders), nuzzling his nose against exposed skin and pressing a kiss to Lan Zhan's abdomen. )
I like the sound of that.
( He follows it up with an experimental, firm rake of teeth over skin; not biting, but switching up in no set pattern between kisses, not-quite nips, and a nuzzle of his nose as he slowly starts coaxing Lan Zhan's shirt up higher, bit by bit. His gaze travels upward, toward Lan Zhan's face, his eyes. )
It's really not fair, you wearing so much... you should have just been naked too.
[Well, unlike Wei Ying, Wangji has a clear vision of what 'anything' entails.
It doesn't mean, though, that seeing Wei Ying entirely naked isn't a lot, all of a sudden. He'd already felt himself getting hard while blowing Wei Ying, but honestly this is only helping things along now. Sure, he's seen bits and pieces over the years - a naked chest, or more recently, legs, on that fateful video call. He's helped him undress a little after drunken nights although never to the point of anything scandalous on his side, so this... seeing all that expense of skin, exposed just for him to feast his eyes on...]
... Beautiful.
[Because it is.
He gives in to all of the nudges, spreading his legs sucking in a breath, firm stomach muscles clearly fluttering under the attention they're being given right now.]
( He laughs, a breathy sound followed up by kisses pressed right above Lan Zhan's navel. His tongue flicks out, tracing his belly button, for no good reason, but plenty of why not ones.
He's not ignorant, especially as he is now, to just how attentive Lan Zhan's dick is, but aside from one hand's lazy trailing down Lan Zhan's side to stroke over his boxers or whatever else he's wearing (Wei Wuxian has decided he doesn't remember, it's just more cloth than he wants on him, but also enough to make it interesting in other ways), but he is more insistent on provoking more flutters in those sculpted abs, and getting that damnable shirt up and up and away, already. Which is why when he settles himself and peers through long lashes to Lan Zhan's face, hands traveling slowly up under the shirt that's still in his way to stroke over Lan Zhan's nipples, thumbs tracing a circle around them even as his foot ticks again, a measure to his playful state of, ah, arousal. He can let himself think of that and not feel vaguely guilty at the same time. )
Thinking about taking anything off now, Lan Zhan?
( He moves his head to nip at the fabric of Lan Zhan's shirt, rucked up as it is, held there by Wei Wuxian's arms. )
[The boxers are covered by sweatpants, neither of which are doing much to hide Wangji's obvious interest into how the situation is developing. The nipples that Wei Ying's fingers find are already hardened.
It's all new, and yet somehow he finds that he sort of expected Wei Ying to bring that same playful, teasing energy to bedroom activities. Now though... how much is it going to take for him to get flustered all over again? Because that always happens. He starts out flirty and charming, and then something happens and he blushes and stammers and looks at Wangji with wide eyes...
But fine, fine, he'll relent, but before he does...]
You haven't actually asked anything.
[But he will remove the shirt anyway.
Wei Ying has seen him shirtless before, the rare few times they somehow managed to be at the same gym at the same time, but it is still a rare sight. Wangji prefers to be covered, and he wears long sleeves even in summer.]
( He pauses at the words, because it occurs to him: oh, he needs to be direct. He'd hit his forehead with the heel of his hand if he wasn't presently preoccupied with his hands on Lan Zhan, and then that shirt's gone, and he's giving a happy sort of wiggle of his whole self like that's what one does when someone takes off their shirt like you forgot to ask.
Granted, it also makes it easier to keep kissing up his centerline, Wei Wuxian taking a stride toward learning as he says: )
Thank you for taking off your shirt, Lan Zhan. You're so... ( he nuzzles his nose against Lan Zhan's stomach, covered as it is by well formed muscle, dragging his eyes upward in slow, lingering appreciation. ) ... beautiful. More than I could have imagined.
( And it's distractions, perhaps, but he shifts forward to press a kiss over Lan Zhan's heart, and then down his sternum, and then Wei Wuxian's wandering hands have slid over his chest to his sides to trace back down again, left hand only pausing because he needs some support to stay over and not just pressed against his boyfriend's half-clothed body. And that more than half hard dick tenting everything so interestingly, but ah, right, asking, asking. )
Lan Zhan, ( a little bit of a lazier drawl of his name, looking up again through his lashes, fingers of his right hand playing at the top of Lan Zhan's boxers and pants, there at his hip. ) may I take these off, too?
( Fingers sliding against warm skin, beneath the elastic, and stroking inward from his hip, along his mermaid lines. He comes very, very close to stroking Lan Zhan's head, but no, he's stopping just shy, because he wants...
[These little wiggles and giggles and all the sounds Wei Ying makes are going to be the death of him.
Wei Ying is very, very rarely silent, and he uses words in very many ways, so it shouldn't be surprising that he's still talking while basically having his first sexual experience with another person, and truly, Wangji is kind of surprised at how not surprised he is, somehow. The only way for Wei Ying not to speak would be for his mouth to be full, and even then he might not be trusted to not try and speak anyway.
And Wei Ying has expressed interest in having his mouth full, and Wangji has a great imagination, and his cock twitches slightly at the vision it conjures.
And then the kisses and touches bring him to the very real happenings, and... Wei Ying asks this time, and stops, and Wangji stares at him for a second or two before he nods, and gives a soft 'hm' sound, and then lifts his hips to make it easier.
It's strange, because he himself would have thought he'd be shy to be bare in this way before someone else, and before Wei Ying in particular, but... he's not. It's not like Wei Ying hasn't praised his body before, and he knows for sure Wei Ying finds him attractive. Plus, no one else has seen what Wei Ying is about to see.]
( There's an amused twitch at Wei Wuxian's lips, because that was so Lan Zhan he almost wants to laugh, but he's also... really eager in some unknown, new landscape that he carefully eases into, stripping down Lan Zhan to a wonderful sort of nudity. He could help it, he supposes, not let fingers trace as much as they do in coaxing pants and boxers off, scooting himself back to do this until he's practically stepping off the bed and standing there, naked himself, to toss the bundle of material over his shoulder with carelessly calculated grace. He grins, lets his eyes take in everything of Lan Zhan even as he's moving forward, back on the bed again; runs his fingers over the top of Lan Zhan's foot, to his ankle, tracing waving lines like water up toward his knee. )
You're so beautiful, Lan Zhan. So handsome, then talented, and so bold...!
( He chuckles, but when he lowers his face now it's to gently lift up Lan Zhan's leg just enough to kiss the inside of his knee, skate fingers around the outside to then touch at the back of it, sliding up to the back of his thigh. He has to move his hand around to the font again, because what he really wants to do is something he asks even as he strokes both hands now up and along Lan Zhan's inner thighs, an angled motion with his planted elbows and his stomach now resting on the bed. )
I want to taste all of you, you know... kiss every part of you. Pretend I'm some kind of cartographer and map out every inch of you.
( Another nuzzle to his inner thigh, and one hand stops teasing, palm brushing down over his cock, toward his scrotum; oh, he has ideas, half formed as they are, but now he's looking up the length of Lan Zhan's body, past that darkened and hardened dick that has its own allure in ridiculousness and stupid, he's seen his own his whole life and he's never given thought to finding a dick attractive or appealing, and yet that's all he wants to say about Lan Zhan's in this moment, and that, too, feels delightfully absurd. He smiles, lowers his head to kiss the top of one thigh. )
Lan Zhan, would you mind if we try something? With your thighs over my shoulders, and your ankles kind of, hmm, crossed?
( It's limiting in some movements, if not others, should they do so, but something in it is deeply appealing, and so he asks without thinking too hard on it, fingers forming a loose ring that carefully, curiously, encircles Lan Zhan's cock to feel just how hard he is, just how much more coaxing he may or may not need. )
[This is all entirely new, being looked at in this way, being touched in this way. Wangji usually shies away from all touch, unless it comes from his brother... and Wei Ying, not that Wei Ying seems to have noticed that this has been the case for the past year and half. There had been no attempts to push him off every time he draped himself all over Wangji, whether standing, sitting or lying down, but then again, hasn't Wei Ying always taken that closeness as his just due? Maybe he truly did not notice he was being held in special regard here.
Wei Ying's fingers and lips bring out goosebumps and shivers, although no specific noises other than Wangji's breath catching in his throat - even in this, he is not very vocal. But what a vision, to see Wei Ying lying down between his legs like this. To have their eyes meet like this, over his very hard and very present cock.
Wangji frowns a little at the request, clearly trying to envision how this would work. This is not something he has come across in his research, although admittedly he did steer clear of actual porn sites, mostly, so he's not sure what the allure or use of that would be, but if Wei Ying is asking, he'll trust him.
But just as he nods and goes to start moving, Wei Ying's hand finally touches him and he hisses softly, the muscles of his belly once again fluttering. He's... very hard. Harder than he can ever remember being. And with someone as cerebral as him, the physical stimulation, while important, matters much less than the intent, the setup, the thoughts of who is touching and why, and so he might end up coming rather faster than he usually does when touching himself.
He can't move if you do this, Wei Ying, or else he might as well just start pushing his hips into your hand.]
( He ends up chuckling over that hiss, because it's the loudest sound Lan Zhan's made, soft as it is. He's very, very tempted to bring the ring of his fingers up, skate the heel of his palm over his head, but feeling that hardness under the velvet-soft skin of his dick is telling in a familiar and strange way. He knows that feeling when holding himself, sure, but recognising it in another man, feeling how hard Lan Zhan is for him, that's, ah. Powerful. Powerfully alluring, enticing, a specific kind of intoxicating.
Hell, he gets the devil in Lan Zhan that woken him up this way, because now he's imagining just how fun that might be, and bah, why is it Lan Zhan ends up being the one with the fun ideas first?! No fair! )
So ready, Lan Zhan...!
( He holds his hand still, tongue tracing his upper lip as he eyes Lan Zhan's dick and then drags his eyes up to hold his gaze. )
Hold me with your legs, please?
( Why he's dedicated to this particular brand of nonsense is very much not something he can properly articulate right now, but he will shimmy himself into position and let go of Lan Zhan's delightfully daft punk dick to be ready to wrap both hands around to hold Lan Zhan's hips from underneath his generous thighs. Voice dropping half an octave, he adds: )
[It feels different to be looked at like something particularly delicious that the man you have been pining for for almost two years is now intent on gobbling up.
And Wangji still has no idea why Wei Ying wants him in hat particular position, but over the years, he has learned that asking Wei Ying the reason why he does thing is actually not the best way of getting any kind of answer that will make sense. Or at least, the actual sense might come later, and you'll have to sort of piece it back together. Wanji has gotten pretty good at this, but right now doesn't feel like the moment to start this type of wild goose chase.
He moves as Wei Ying allows him too, his whole body shivering at the way Wei Ying's voice just drops all of a sudden.
It doesn't take that much effort to hold the position without putting too much weight on Wei Ying either. Those abs are not just for show.]
( Those abs deserve more caresses, kisses, strokes, and worship with lips and tongue and teeth, but those abs aren't his present focus. No, now, with his hands curled around to hold Lan Zhan's hips and arms helping prop up his thighs, Wei Wuxian has no intention to pay attention to his abs beyond a glance up the length of Lan Zhan's body, trying to hold eye contact when he shifts forward and runs his tongue from below the glans over the slit of his cock, opening his mouth to exhale hotly over the whole of his head.
He doesn't pause to admire or do anything but continue on, taking Lan Zhan's head in his mouth and then finally, lazily closing his eyes, humming a note of contented curiosity as he moves his head down, taking in as much as he can. The angle doesn't let him go too deep, which is wiser for now anyway, and he keeps his teeth from pressing against the hard length of his cock. His tongue is active in this, as is the suction he creates, trying to keep himself from too much drooling and then sucking harder as he pulls his head back up, tongue swirling over the head of his dick before his lips pass over it and he comes off from his first experimental bob with an audible pop. )
Mmm~ ( he says, eyes open again and peering up at Lan Zhan's face: ) Delicious.
( He licks his lips and opens his mouth and takes Lan Zhan's cock right back in, this time holding his hips down and shifting himself forward, lifting Lan Zhan's legs a bit more back toward his core, all to better see how much of his dick he can take right now. Lan Zhan might be all the smaller sounds, but Wei Wuxian is still noisy, with the wet sounds and also the far more personal hums of ongoing appreciation. )
[The touch of fingers and tongue and lips actually makes Wangji gaps and groan, but dear lord the noises are going to be the absolute death of him.
For some reason, there was a distant part of him that just knew that Wei Ying would have fun giving a blowjob as if he were enjoying a particularly delicious popsicle. Like, nothing actually this explicit - not that he hasn't thought about getting blowjobs from Wei Ying before, ahem - but somehow he finds himself entirely unsurprised that this is happening, and that even with his mouth full he manages to still make so much noise.
Wangji tries to pay attention, to make sure that Wei Ying is taking more than he can handle, but it's not like ht can quite stop the way his own hips twitch and hump into every sensation right now. And the position means he doesn't have that much leverage. but he can still go and run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, stroke the side of his face with slightly trembling fingers, just to make sure he's alright.]
( Wei Wuxian does have enough anchored control to hold Lan Zhan's hips down so that the rocking and twitching and humping doesn't take him by unprojected surprise, but ah, he leans his head down a touch to lean into the stroke of fingers through his hair, humming a pleased note to try and demonstrate his pleasure in pleasing, that he's fine. Trembling fingers on his face get the same momentary pause in bobbing motions to put a touch more weight into leaning into them, Wei Wuxian pulling his head up entirely for a moment to let Lan Zhan's dick slip out of his mouth with a sucking, wet pop.
He swallows, licking his lips, and presses a kiss to those fingers before they're out of reach. )
Love you, Lan Zhan.
( Is totally the appropriate thing to say right now, in whatever part of his brain is functioning for words, and is what he thinks carries his meaning in reassurance: he's okay. He wants this, he's not stressed, and neither should Lan Zhan be.
He licks a trail up the underside of Lan Zhan's cock, murmuring after his tongue glides over the slit of his glans: )
You're my good Lan Zhan.
( Good to him, good for him, good in ways Wei Wuxian hadn't thought people really were, deep down, to people like him. (What are people like him? He doesn't have that answer.) Swirling his tongue around Lan Zhan's head once, he adds, voice thick: )
So come for me, okay?
( Before opening his mouth again and taking Lan Zhan's length inside, deeper than he's managed before, idly considering he's never talked about that time in his midteens where he'd tried following online tutorials to dagger swallowing due to some at the time inspired idiocy he barely recalls other than the one thing he'd gotten down was the relaxing of his throat enough not to trigger his gag reflex immediately. )
[One day, maybe, Wangji will get to demonstrate that his stamina isn't just something that applies only to physical exercise. Or rather, that it applies to all types of physical exercise, this type included.
Today is not that day.
No on a day were for the first time ever in his life, he is getting a blowjob by the person whom he has desperately wanted for so long, and who apparently has decided that deepthroating without warning is the way to go.
It's probably this, combined with how wanton Wei Ying looks with his lips swollen, plus the command - 'come for me', unexpected, sending a jolt of electricity down Wangji's spine like he never has felt before - that makes him come undone completely almost without warning.
He gives out a choked half cry, nothing very loud but still louder than any other noise he's made so far, as he spills into that warm and inviting mouth, hips twitching and legs trembling. He's not sure he'll manage to hold them up either, and Wei Ying will feel the weight.]
( Lan Zhan doesn't come apart (hah-hah) in words, so much as shattering in every physical way Wei Wuxian can feel him, all at once. He's surprised by the intensity of his satisfaction, by how sexy he finds this, even as he holds onto Lan Zhan's hips and relaxes as much as he can so he can take his release, not trying to pull off at the last moment. He does wonder what that'd be like too, having Lan Zhan come on him, but shelves the thought. Something in him wanted a greedy kind of reciprocation, and while the sensation is not quite like anything he's experienced before, the surge of warmth and peculiarity of taste once he lifts his head some, swallowing by reflex that has him sucking again at Lan Zhan's dick, isn't... unpleasant.
He finds himself mildly impressed that Lan Zhan tastes better than he does. He'd never even wondered about that before, just tasted himself when he'd been in one of his curious moods, and filed that knowledge away again. Given today's the only day it rouses out of the depths of his memory, it hasn't been all that in demand.
Still, as the weight of Lan Zhan's legs help ground Wei Wuxian, and his hips and tension of his abdomen relax in the aftermath of his orgasm, he swallows again and sets to cleaning Lan Zhan up--much as there is to clean--using just his mouth.
He's gentler, at least. No extra teasing, beyond the way his lips slide off his head and he swallows yet again, licking his lips and lifting his chin to look at Lan Zhan's face. He smiles, lashes partly lowered, every bit the satisfied cat with Lan Zhan's legs heavy and welcome over his shoulders and across his upper back. )
Good boy.
( He's not teasing, and not patronizing; he's not even thinking at that moment, just satisfied and pleased and prone to, apparently, saying silly things. He turns his head to press a kiss against Lan Zhan's thigh, nuzzling his nose against skin after. )
You taste so much better than I do.
( Then, more... shy, fingers stroking skin in small motions at Lan Zhan's hips, everything about him something of a mess (hair, swollen lips, flushed features) and his feet still up, asking in a thick voice while also... wishing for water, for multiple reasons: )
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Kept from moving, to both their benefit, silly dear puts just enough of a damper on him that he lasts longer than he thought, panting and whining out Lan Zhan before oh, gods , his hand tightens in hair, in sheets, every muscle in his abdomen contracts, even his legs, and he shudders with a moan that might have been an attempt at his boyfriend's name before he jerks, gasping, coming once, then with shudders following, twice, a third time with his toes curled tight and him desperately trying to catch his breath, lights dancing in his eyes, ears ringing, and mind and unhelpful, warm expanse of extreme contentment--minus one lingering concern.
Wide eyed, pupils blown to the point they look comically large, he faintly recalls to let go of his hold on Lan Zhans hair, fighting a losing battle against post orgasmic bliss to offer: )
Oh my gods, Lan Zhan, you're gonna need water to wash that down--
( ... just because he's a virgin does not mean he does not know exactly how he tastes.
... though Lan Zhan's cooking at least... helps... )
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He did read about all of this, he knew this was not necessarily going to be the fun part, but he wanted to try it. And yes, he can safely say this is not a taste he enjoys, for now at least, but it's also not revolting. He can definitely stand it easily if that means he gets to go down on Wei Ying more.
Anyway, for now, he's going to simply look up from where he is between Wei Ying's legs, and.... his lips twitch. Is that a smile?]
Good morning.
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Hah! Hah! You, you, you! Lan Zhan, you're incredible!
( In several ways, and his spent dick gives a sad twitch in particular remembrance of oh at least two of them. Not that it stops him from acting, which is why he curls forward to clasp his hands to either side of Lan Zhan's face. Is this all a little awkward for him? Yes, because it's not only new, it's so new it's paler than fresh snow for him, but also: )
That's how you decided to wake me up? Come up here—
( Tug, tug, seriously come lay over his NAKED SWEATY BODY he wants to kiss and also bask in his lassitude while boggling over his boyfriend's brain. )
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Looking very satisfied with himself because he definitely surprised Wei Ying with this, for sure. And that reaction is so... much. Of course he sort of expected that, but still.
He crawls up so he can lie down next to Wei Ying, and instead of laying over him, grab him to roll him on top of himself instead, closing his arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck.]
You said I could do anything.
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Lan Zhan, when I said anything, I was thinking more like stealing all the blankets or rolling me out of bed!
( He laughs again, shortly, more or less bouncing there on Lan Zhan's chest. )
You're no fair, you know that? For one, I'm way too awake now, for another, where are my shorts? I went to sleep in underwear! And for a third...
( Here he lifts up his head, so he can look down into Lan Zhan's face with a sort of pseudo-pouting expression. )
When do I get my lips on you?
( Wei Wuxian: has zero ideas about blow jobs other than what are things his brain can come up with that he himself might find interesting, plus the surreal and hot experience of being woken up by one right now. He squirms suggestively, which also has him wince, still rather sensitive himself. )
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When Wei Ying asks about his underwear, Wangji's lips twitch.]
... I'll buy you new ones.
[The unfortunate remnants of the boxer shorts are probably somewhere by the foot of the bed, wherever they landed after Wangji got them out of the way.
That pout is going to be the end of Wangji, though. And the squirming is halted by Wangji's arms tightening around Wei Ying's waist for a moment.]
You can do that whenever you want.
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Regardless, now his eyebrows quirk up, and his voice drops lower: )
Lan Zhan.
( Come on there, Hercules, did you have to sacrifice his clothing on the altar of your very surprising and sexy wake-up call? )
I liked those!
( Now, in spite of those tightened arms, or maybe because of them, his very naked boyfriend is squirming lower, or trying. )
Then right now, ah?
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[If you really like those, then he'll shake heaven and earth until he finds the exact, same ones for you. Try him.
And yes, yes, he did have to sacrifice them because they were in the way.
But then, there's more squirming, and Wangji just... strokes Wei Ying's cheek with his fingers.]
... Only if you want to. You don't have to.
[He did it because he felt like it, not out of an expectation of exact reciprocity. It's fine if Wei Ying doesn't want to do it, or wants to do something else, or even just wants to go back to sleep. He'll take everything.]
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( He leans into the cheek stroke, then puffs out his cheeks a little, not as exaggerated a pout as earlier. )
Lan Zhan. When do I ever say things just to sound nice for someone, instead of saying what I mean to do?
( He kicks up one foot, letting it sway in the air behind him, a pendulum of sorts. )
I. Want. You. I want to taste you! I want to kiss down your chest ( ignore that he's starting to turn a little red; he's keeping eye contact this whole time ) and across your stomach and I'm going to admire your abs but also those mermaid lines and everything else, ah? I want you.
( It's no less true for being slower to slide into the sexy frying pan than Lan Zhan is. )
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But then, even blushing he keeps speaking and, well, he's good at speaking, and it's. A lot. Wangji's ears are definitely very pink now. But he's not breaking eye contact either.]
Alright. Do whatever you want.
[But Wangji is wearing more than Wei Ying was, so you're going to have to unwrap your present, Wei Ying.]
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His hands trail down, and he rucks up his sleeping shirt from where it's been shifted up his abdomen then pulled down again with Wei Wuxian's squirming. )
Anything?
( He asks, all a study of "playful innocence." Particularly as he plants his elbows and shifts himself lower still, now finally nudging Lan Zhan's legs further apart so he can be arranging himself between them (he feels incredibly exposed in his nudity, and also the fact his kneeling as he does shows off his back to his arse when his hair's all shifted and fallen forward over his shoulders), nuzzling his nose against exposed skin and pressing a kiss to Lan Zhan's abdomen. )
I like the sound of that.
( He follows it up with an experimental, firm rake of teeth over skin; not biting, but switching up in no set pattern between kisses, not-quite nips, and a nuzzle of his nose as he slowly starts coaxing Lan Zhan's shirt up higher, bit by bit. His gaze travels upward, toward Lan Zhan's face, his eyes. )
It's really not fair, you wearing so much... you should have just been naked too.
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It doesn't mean, though, that seeing Wei Ying entirely naked isn't a lot, all of a sudden. He'd already felt himself getting hard while blowing Wei Ying, but honestly this is only helping things along now. Sure, he's seen bits and pieces over the years - a naked chest, or more recently, legs, on that fateful video call. He's helped him undress a little after drunken nights although never to the point of anything scandalous on his side, so this... seeing all that expense of skin, exposed just for him to feast his eyes on...]
... Beautiful.
[Because it is.
He gives in to all of the nudges, spreading his legs sucking in a breath, firm stomach muscles clearly fluttering under the attention they're being given right now.]
I did not think of taking them off.
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He's not ignorant, especially as he is now, to just how attentive Lan Zhan's dick is, but aside from one hand's lazy trailing down Lan Zhan's side to stroke over his boxers or whatever else he's wearing (Wei Wuxian has decided he doesn't remember, it's just more cloth than he wants on him, but also enough to make it interesting in other ways), but he is more insistent on provoking more flutters in those sculpted abs, and getting that damnable shirt up and up and away, already. Which is why when he settles himself and peers through long lashes to Lan Zhan's face, hands traveling slowly up under the shirt that's still in his way to stroke over Lan Zhan's nipples, thumbs tracing a circle around them even as his foot ticks again, a measure to his playful state of, ah, arousal. He can let himself think of that and not feel vaguely guilty at the same time. )
Thinking about taking anything off now, Lan Zhan?
( He moves his head to nip at the fabric of Lan Zhan's shirt, rucked up as it is, held there by Wei Wuxian's arms. )
How nicely do I need to ask, hm?
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It's all new, and yet somehow he finds that he sort of expected Wei Ying to bring that same playful, teasing energy to bedroom activities. Now though... how much is it going to take for him to get flustered all over again? Because that always happens. He starts out flirty and charming, and then something happens and he blushes and stammers and looks at Wangji with wide eyes...
But fine, fine, he'll relent, but before he does...]
You haven't actually asked anything.
[But he will remove the shirt anyway.
Wei Ying has seen him shirtless before, the rare few times they somehow managed to be at the same gym at the same time, but it is still a rare sight. Wangji prefers to be covered, and he wears long sleeves even in summer.]
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Granted, it also makes it easier to keep kissing up his centerline, Wei Wuxian taking a stride toward learning as he says: )
Thank you for taking off your shirt, Lan Zhan. You're so... ( he nuzzles his nose against Lan Zhan's stomach, covered as it is by well formed muscle, dragging his eyes upward in slow, lingering appreciation. ) ... beautiful. More than I could have imagined.
( And it's distractions, perhaps, but he shifts forward to press a kiss over Lan Zhan's heart, and then down his sternum, and then Wei Wuxian's wandering hands have slid over his chest to his sides to trace back down again, left hand only pausing because he needs some support to stay over and not just pressed against his boyfriend's half-clothed body. And that more than half hard dick tenting everything so interestingly, but ah, right, asking, asking. )
Lan Zhan, ( a little bit of a lazier drawl of his name, looking up again through his lashes, fingers of his right hand playing at the top of Lan Zhan's boxers and pants, there at his hip. ) may I take these off, too?
( Fingers sliding against warm skin, beneath the elastic, and stroking inward from his hip, along his mermaid lines. He comes very, very close to stroking Lan Zhan's head, but no, he's stopping just shy, because he wants...
He wants to hear Lan Zhan say yes. )
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Wei Ying is very, very rarely silent, and he uses words in very many ways, so it shouldn't be surprising that he's still talking while basically having his first sexual experience with another person, and truly, Wangji is kind of surprised at how not surprised he is, somehow. The only way for Wei Ying not to speak would be for his mouth to be full, and even then he might not be trusted to not try and speak anyway.
And Wei Ying has expressed interest in having his mouth full, and Wangji has a great imagination, and his cock twitches slightly at the vision it conjures.
And then the kisses and touches bring him to the very real happenings, and... Wei Ying asks this time, and stops, and Wangji stares at him for a second or two before he nods, and gives a soft 'hm' sound, and then lifts his hips to make it easier.
It's strange, because he himself would have thought he'd be shy to be bare in this way before someone else, and before Wei Ying in particular, but... he's not. It's not like Wei Ying hasn't praised his body before, and he knows for sure Wei Ying finds him attractive. Plus, no one else has seen what Wei Ying is about to see.]
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You're so beautiful, Lan Zhan. So handsome, then talented, and so bold...!
( He chuckles, but when he lowers his face now it's to gently lift up Lan Zhan's leg just enough to kiss the inside of his knee, skate fingers around the outside to then touch at the back of it, sliding up to the back of his thigh. He has to move his hand around to the font again, because what he really wants to do is something he asks even as he strokes both hands now up and along Lan Zhan's inner thighs, an angled motion with his planted elbows and his stomach now resting on the bed. )
I want to taste all of you, you know... kiss every part of you. Pretend I'm some kind of cartographer and map out every inch of you.
( Another nuzzle to his inner thigh, and one hand stops teasing, palm brushing down over his cock, toward his scrotum; oh, he has ideas, half formed as they are, but now he's looking up the length of Lan Zhan's body, past that darkened and hardened dick that has its own allure in ridiculousness and stupid, he's seen his own his whole life and he's never given thought to finding a dick attractive or appealing, and yet that's all he wants to say about Lan Zhan's in this moment, and that, too, feels delightfully absurd. He smiles, lowers his head to kiss the top of one thigh. )
Lan Zhan, would you mind if we try something? With your thighs over my shoulders, and your ankles kind of, hmm, crossed?
( It's limiting in some movements, if not others, should they do so, but something in it is deeply appealing, and so he asks without thinking too hard on it, fingers forming a loose ring that carefully, curiously, encircles Lan Zhan's cock to feel just how hard he is, just how much more coaxing he may or may not need. )
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Wei Ying's fingers and lips bring out goosebumps and shivers, although no specific noises other than Wangji's breath catching in his throat - even in this, he is not very vocal. But what a vision, to see Wei Ying lying down between his legs like this. To have their eyes meet like this, over his very hard and very present cock.
Wangji frowns a little at the request, clearly trying to envision how this would work. This is not something he has come across in his research, although admittedly he did steer clear of actual porn sites, mostly, so he's not sure what the allure or use of that would be, but if Wei Ying is asking, he'll trust him.
But just as he nods and goes to start moving, Wei Ying's hand finally touches him and he hisses softly, the muscles of his belly once again fluttering. He's... very hard. Harder than he can ever remember being. And with someone as cerebral as him, the physical stimulation, while important, matters much less than the intent, the setup, the thoughts of who is touching and why, and so he might end up coming rather faster than he usually does when touching himself.
He can't move if you do this, Wei Ying, or else he might as well just start pushing his hips into your hand.]
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Hell, he gets the devil in Lan Zhan that woken him up this way, because now he's imagining just how fun that might be, and bah, why is it Lan Zhan ends up being the one with the fun ideas first?! No fair! )
So ready, Lan Zhan...!
( He holds his hand still, tongue tracing his upper lip as he eyes Lan Zhan's dick and then drags his eyes up to hold his gaze. )
Hold me with your legs, please?
( Why he's dedicated to this particular brand of nonsense is very much not something he can properly articulate right now, but he will shimmy himself into position and let go of Lan Zhan's delightful
ly daft punkdick to be ready to wrap both hands around to hold Lan Zhan's hips from underneath his generous thighs. Voice dropping half an octave, he adds: )I really want to taste you right now...
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And Wangji still has no idea why Wei Ying wants him in hat particular position, but over the years, he has learned that asking Wei Ying the reason why he does thing is actually not the best way of getting any kind of answer that will make sense. Or at least, the actual sense might come later, and you'll have to sort of piece it back together. Wanji has gotten pretty good at this, but right now doesn't feel like the moment to start this type of wild goose chase.
He moves as Wei Ying allows him too, his whole body shivering at the way Wei Ying's voice just drops all of a sudden.
It doesn't take that much effort to hold the position without putting too much weight on Wei Ying either. Those abs are not just for show.]
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He doesn't pause to admire or do anything but continue on, taking Lan Zhan's head in his mouth and then finally, lazily closing his eyes, humming a note of contented curiosity as he moves his head down, taking in as much as he can. The angle doesn't let him go too deep, which is wiser for now anyway, and he keeps his teeth from pressing against the hard length of his cock. His tongue is active in this, as is the suction he creates, trying to keep himself from too much drooling and then sucking harder as he pulls his head back up, tongue swirling over the head of his dick before his lips pass over it and he comes off from his first experimental bob with an audible pop. )
Mmm~ ( he says, eyes open again and peering up at Lan Zhan's face: ) Delicious.
( He licks his lips and opens his mouth and takes Lan Zhan's cock right back in, this time holding his hips down and shifting himself forward, lifting Lan Zhan's legs a bit more back toward his core, all to better see how much of his dick he can take right now. Lan Zhan might be all the smaller sounds, but Wei Wuxian is still noisy, with the wet sounds and also the far more personal hums of ongoing appreciation. )
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For some reason, there was a distant part of him that just knew that Wei Ying would have fun giving a blowjob as if he were enjoying a particularly delicious popsicle. Like, nothing actually this explicit - not that he hasn't thought about getting blowjobs from Wei Ying before, ahem - but somehow he finds himself entirely unsurprised that this is happening, and that even with his mouth full he manages to still make so much noise.
Wangji tries to pay attention, to make sure that Wei Ying is taking more than he can handle, but it's not like ht can quite stop the way his own hips twitch and hump into every sensation right now. And the position means he doesn't have that much leverage. but he can still go and run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, stroke the side of his face with slightly trembling fingers, just to make sure he's alright.]
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He swallows, licking his lips, and presses a kiss to those fingers before they're out of reach. )
Love you, Lan Zhan.
( Is totally the appropriate thing to say right now, in whatever part of his brain is functioning for words, and is what he thinks carries his meaning in reassurance: he's okay. He wants this, he's not stressed, and neither should Lan Zhan be.
He licks a trail up the underside of Lan Zhan's cock, murmuring after his tongue glides over the slit of his glans: )
You're my good Lan Zhan.
( Good to him, good for him, good in ways Wei Wuxian hadn't thought people really were, deep down, to people like him. (What are people like him? He doesn't have that answer.) Swirling his tongue around Lan Zhan's head once, he adds, voice thick: )
So come for me, okay?
( Before opening his mouth again and taking Lan Zhan's length inside, deeper than he's managed before, idly considering he's never talked about that time in his midteens where he'd tried following online tutorials to dagger swallowing due to some at the time inspired idiocy he barely recalls other than the one thing he'd gotten down was the relaxing of his throat enough not to trigger his gag reflex immediately. )
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Today is not that day.
No on a day were for the first time ever in his life, he is getting a blowjob by the person whom he has desperately wanted for so long, and who apparently has decided that deepthroating without warning is the way to go.
It's probably this, combined with how wanton Wei Ying looks with his lips swollen, plus the command - 'come for me', unexpected, sending a jolt of electricity down Wangji's spine like he never has felt before - that makes him come undone completely almost without warning.
He gives out a choked half cry, nothing very loud but still louder than any other noise he's made so far, as he spills into that warm and inviting mouth, hips twitching and legs trembling. He's not sure he'll manage to hold them up either, and Wei Ying will feel the weight.]
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He finds himself mildly impressed that Lan Zhan tastes better than he does. He'd never even wondered about that before, just tasted himself when he'd been in one of his curious moods, and filed that knowledge away again. Given today's the only day it rouses out of the depths of his memory, it hasn't been all that in demand.
Still, as the weight of Lan Zhan's legs help ground Wei Wuxian, and his hips and tension of his abdomen relax in the aftermath of his orgasm, he swallows again and sets to cleaning Lan Zhan up--much as there is to clean--using just his mouth.
He's gentler, at least. No extra teasing, beyond the way his lips slide off his head and he swallows yet again, licking his lips and lifting his chin to look at Lan Zhan's face. He smiles, lashes partly lowered, every bit the satisfied cat with Lan Zhan's legs heavy and welcome over his shoulders and across his upper back. )
Good boy.
( He's not teasing, and not patronizing; he's not even thinking at that moment, just satisfied and pleased and prone to, apparently, saying silly things. He turns his head to press a kiss against Lan Zhan's thigh, nuzzling his nose against skin after. )
You taste so much better than I do.
( Then, more... shy, fingers stroking skin in small motions at Lan Zhan's hips, everything about him something of a mess (hair, swollen lips, flushed features) and his feet still up, asking in a thick voice while also... wishing for water, for multiple reasons: )
Lan Zhan had fun?
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