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Wen Ning lets out a choked sob as he struggles against the restraints. Wei Ying only hums in return, licking another broad stripe over his trembling pussy. With the hand he's not using to keep himself elevated over his treat, he's gently swiping a thumb up and down the younger man's trembling thigh. Wen Ning tastes sweet under his tongue, almost overly so, the fragrance overpowering and heady, and Wei Ying can't get enough of it. He laps and sucks at it like a man seeking his last drops of water in the desert, and revels in the quivers and the bitten off whimpers he is rewarded with.
Wen Ning yelps when Wei Ying circles his clit with his tongue, trashing in his restraints as the nub is massaged and sucked on. His legs quivers and spams with the effort he makes not to accidentally kick Wei Wuxian.
"W-wei-gon- ah Wei-gongzi, I- I need..."
"Mm?"
Wei Ying allows himself a few more seconds to lick the drops of slick trying to escape his hungry mouth before he relents, pushing himself up and away from his feast to look at the younger man.
Wen Ning looks wrecked. Wei Ying smacks his reddened lips with a self-satisfied smile.
"I thought I told you not to call me that, A-Ning"
Wen Ning gasps, and Wei Ying doesn't know whether it's because of the words, or the way he's started swiping his thumb on the inside of his thighs.
"Wei... gege," he mumbles, eyes tightly closed as his lips quiver around the name, "please- ah !"
The tense skin of his belly jumps as Wei Ying slips two fingers inside his wet hole, circling and teasing his sensitive labia, and then sinking deeper. The digits meet hardly any resistance. If any, the pulsating walls of Wen Ning’s sex only seem to be encouraging Wei Ying to push deeper into him. Wen Ning can’t help the way his stomach tenses up and jump at the sensation, and its only Wei Ying’s hand on his hips that keep him from arching away from the intensity of the touch.
"A-Ning, baobei, you're so sweet" he bends forwards and Wen Ning keens when it changes the angles of the fingers plundering his hole. He reflexively tries to close his legs around the intrusion, overwhelmed at the sweet pressure at the most intimate part of him. Wei Ying’s waist is in the way, though, and he ends up curling his limbs around his gentle tormentor, with the only effect of getting Wei Ying closer, getting him to press harder into him.
"Such a good boy for me. So cute and open for me." Wei Ying keeps praising him in between featherlight kisses on his chest and collarbone. There’s a roaring inferno inside Wen Ning, and it’s only made worse with every sweet word, and with every shift of the fingers inside him.
“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” Wei Ying whispers against his skin.
He looks up as if he’s expecting an answer, even stopping the movement of his fingers for an instant.
“I-“ Wen Ning tries to draw breath to respond. “I- ah”
Wei Ying ruins his effort by suddenly biting his nipple, snickering when Wen Ning’s carefully gathered words are lost to the moans the sudden sensation elicits. For a moment, he amuses himself with Wen Ning’s sensitive nipples, apparently endlessly endeared by the moans and buck of his hips it provokes.
“P-P-P-“
Wen Ning nearly cries when Wei Ying robs him of his fingers, just as he feels himself ready to implode from the delicious pressure. His master silences him with slick fingers.
“It’s okay, baobei. I’ll give you exactly what you need. Anything for my perfect little A-Ning.”
Despite the words, he gets no closer to granting Wen Ning the pleasure of getting him to come, instead settling for fingers trailing the inside of his thighs, and teasing his now overly sensitive nipples while he looks down at him.
“You’re so lovely like this” he sighs dreamily, fingers tracing Wen Ning’s jaw and mouth. “I want to keep you forever.”
A burning mouth takes the place of his fingers and he bites lightly at Wen Ning’s neck, at his collarbone, on the meat of his shoulders, then back up again, trailing up and up and up until Wei Ying’s lips brush against his when he speak.
“You’d let me, wouldn’t you?”
His lips are as sweet as his words when he presses them to Wen Ning's, and Wen Ning can do nothing but greedily try to taste them, surging up as well as he can with the rope around his arms to lick into Wei Ying's mouth. Graciously, his master allows it, letting him taste himself on Wei Ying’s tongue.
He gasps when he feels Wei Ying’s cock rub against his leg, sliding down and down as Wei Ying lowers himself between his legs.
"Do you want it, A-Ning?" Wei Ying pants against his ear. There’s a hand between Wen Ning’s leg again, and it’s guiding Wei Ying’s dick right to its target, making them both groan. “Tell me you want it, baobei.” His mouth is wet and hot against his skin like the head of his dick, rutting against Wen Ning's clit, pushing on it with his burning cockhead, the feeling both overwhelming and not enough.
He can only moan in response, trying to buck into Wei Ying, trying to get his pleasure from both their body, in any way he can.
"Baobei" Wei Ying warns playfully.
He tries to play it cool, Wen Ning can tell, but his hips are still rocking forward in hitching, halted motions, like he can’t stop himself. No matter how much Wei Ying wants to play at being teasing and mean, he craves this just as much as Wen Ning does, even as he waits for Wen Ning to beg for it.
"Wei-g-gege," Wen Ning barely manages to get the words out at all, his stutter made all the worst by the embarrassment and desperation clogging his throat. Speaking more than his master’s name seems impossible, and so he tries to express himself with his body, rutting under Wei Ying to try and close the distance between their body.
Wei Ying pushes back, his hand clenching around his thigh. Wen Ning can feel those long, strong fingers flexing around his flesh as if Wei Ying is nearing his limit. Their eyes meet, both trying to get the other to break first. Wei Ying’s eyes are a little wild around the edges, blood red leaking into his black pupils.
His voice - when he growls out the next words - is almost that of the Yiling Patriarch, low and dangerous.
"You need to ask, A-Ning"
The impulse to surrender and obey his every whim has nothing to do with the energy his master is pulling on. If Wei Ying asked, Wen Ning would give every bit of himself willingly, with a smile.
"Ask me, baobei.”
The fingers around him dig into his flesh, almost cruel.
Wen Ning would give him everything, tear himself apart to please this man. Wei Ying asks so little of him. Wen Ning forces his uncooperative mouth to form the words he knows Wei Ying wants to hear.
"Gege. P- please fuck me."
A sharp intake of breath, like Wen Ning punched him, and Wei Ying blushes, losing all the sharp edges of the Yiling Patriarch in an instant.
“A-Ning, you’re spoiling me too much.”
They both moan when Wei Ying breaches him, gently but unrelenting, pushing at his sensitive walls to nestle himself deeper, deeper.
"You feel so good baobei,"
Wen Ning tries to respond, but it gets drowned out in a gasp as Wei Ying starts to fuck him in earnest. It feels so good, better than Wen Ning had ever imagined. The most sensitive part of his body is being stroked and pressed by the unrelenting, warm pressure of Wei Ying's cock, and the man himself is wrapped all around him, his torso wide and warm as it is draped over Wen Ning.
From a logical point of view, he knows himself to be wider and more muscled than Wei Ying, but right now, under him, it feels as though he's free to let himself be small and defenseless, protected as he is by the Yiling Patriarch's slim yet powerful frame. Wei Ying has sworn to protect him, to protect all the Wen remnants, and Wen Ning had already loved him then - would have loved him no matter what - but like this, despite everything, Wei Ying still feels like the most solid shelter; like no matter what, as long as Wei Ying is willing to protect him, he can be safer than he's ever been.
It doesn't matter if Wen Ning has to die, and disappear into the ether. He did it once already, and he'll do it again - to protect those he loves - having been held by Wei Ying, having been sheltered by him so fiercely, so lovingly, despite everything, is enough. There's nothing Wen Ning wouldn't give this man. His life, his death, his soul, his body, his love… each one of these Wen Ning will be happy to offer, and to be loved in return - however fleeting that may be (Wen Ning saw the way Wei Ying looks at young master Lan, although he doubts Wei Ying himself knows it) - is yet another gift Wei Ying is bestowing upon him.
His arms are still bound, so instead he wraps his legs around Wei Ying. He knows he’ll have to relinquish Wei Ying someday, that the promising Wei Wuxian does not belong in the muddy, cursed land of the Burial Mounds, and he’ll gladly release his master to his glorious destiny when the time comes. When the time comes, he’ll free his master of all the obligation he’s decided to shoulder, and send him along to be loved by his intended soulmate, no matter if his heart shrivels at the thought, no matter if his body returns to dust the moment he lets go of its master.
When the time comes, Wen Ning will be happy to fade away, if it means ensuring Wei Ying’s happiness, and he’ll stay grateful for all the time he’s been granted by his side.
But Wen Ning is selfish after all. He’s greedy. And so he wraps his legs around Wei Ying to keep him close, keep him trapped inside of his body. No matter his future of noble sacrifice, Wen Ning wants to keep his master and lover forever, to be the sole receptacle of those punched out sounds when he presses inside him; the only one to bear the mark of his teeth on his shoulder, on his neck, the mark of his nails around his hips, between his thighs.
Maybe, a voice whispers – and Wen Ning doesn’t know if it comes from the dead around them or if it’s the voice of hope he thought dead long ago – maybe if he keeps Wei Ying close enough, if his arms are strong enough, if his mouth is sweet enough, if he can protect his master long enough, Wei Ying’s promises will start ringing true, and they can rise again, return to glory with him still at their side.
Maybe Wen Ning can have him.
Wei Ying is panting in his ears, mumbling praises and repeating Wen Ning's name as he crashes into him over and over again. Wen Ning tries to rock into him in tandem, tries to get him to reach deeper into him.
"Do you want me to come into you, baobei?" Wei Ying pants, and smiles when Wen Ning answers him with a helpless moan.
"You want me to give you a baby, uh? You're so good with A-Yuan, don't you want to give him a sibling?"
He thrusts harder, the movements of his hips almost violent, but Wen Ning can only whimper as he is assaulted by the intense pleasure.
"I'll give you as many kids as you want, baobei. I'll give you everything you wan - ah - A-Ning !"
He keeps talking, but Wen Ning can barely hear him. Pleasure is overtaking him, his senses blinded by the rocking pressure at the most sensitive point of his body.
He can feel his mouth moves in incoherent noises as he crests on the wave of his pleasure, and Wei Ying growls in response, shuddering against and into him, filling him with warmth as he comes in a long shudder.
Wei Ying falls over him, his body warm, and his heart thumping in his chest hard enough that Wen Ning can feel it against his torso. He focuses on it calming down as Wei Ying unties his hands – gently massaging feeling back into his wrists – and drowsily rests his head on his shoulder.
With his hands freed, he can finally close his arms around Wei Ying’s body, relishing the weight of his body over him. Here, Wen Ning can keep him safe, at least for a moment.
He drifts off.
He opens his eyes to Wei Ying passing his fingers through his hair, gently untangling them.
"You alright, baobei?" he asks softly, and Wen Ning is ready to melt again. It's the first time Wei Ying has called him that way outside of their… activities, and he doesn't restrain the urge to press back into Wei Ying's gentle hands.
"Yes," he says simply. He doesn't untangle himself from Wei Ying, doesn't free himself from under the weight of his body.
Not yet. He still wants to hang onto Wei Ying for a while longer, wants to feel his warmth pressed against him.
"I should get up to clean you up," he says softly, but he doesn't move, his head slowly leaning back down into the crook of Wen Ning's neck.
"It wasn't too weird, was it?"
It's quite obvious what he's talking about.
It is a bit weird, maybe, but not as much as Wen Ning would have thought. He thinks about it, about growing Wei Ying's child inside of him, birthing them and raising them alongside A-Yuan. It's terrifying, imagining bringing another child here, in the Burial Mounds, where food is scarce and resentful energy is plentiful. It’s another hope Wei Ying cannot give him, not really, not when Wen Ning knows the lives of his whole clan are hanging by a thread.
But there's a longing sort of ache to it, too, and Wen Ning's tired heart gives a jump when he thinks about a young child with Wei Ying's gentle, teasing smile.
"Ah, sorry, sorry I didn't think" Wei Ying is now trying to retreat, to leave his arms, a light flush on his face and his eyes looking anywhere but in Wen Ning's direction.
He only feels a bit bad about reeling him in again. Hanging on to him while he still can.
"I don't mind. Really. I," his stomach somersaults at the notion but he doesn't let his tongue turn to lead, and instead pushes the words through. "I would be happy to… b-"
Fingers on his mouth stop him, gently shushing him.
Wei Ying has so many smiles. Sometimes he smiles like he wants to cry. It breaks Wen Ning’s heart than his impending death does.
“Ah, you’re too nice to me, baobei. You shouldn’t let me take advantage of you.”
Wen Ning tries to growl, but it comes out more as a whimper, and he rolls them, trapping Wei Ying under him.
“You’re not…” he breathes around the anxiety, pressing into Wei Ying’s body to avoid his gaze. He can feel Wei Ying’s dick under his legs, still half-hard. It’s reassuring somehow. “You’re not taking advantage.”
He wants to coax Wei Ying into fucking him again. He feels greedy, ready to trap this man inside of him, to bear his children if he can, to tie him tightly by his side. He’s ravenous for more of those gasps Wei Ying breathes out when he has his dick inside Wen Ning, for the wet shine of Wei Ying’s sex after it’s been inside Wen Ning... Maybe Wei Ying should worry about Wen Ning taking advantage, instead.
He looks Wei Ying directly in the eyes when he says it, fiercely fighting against the knot in his throat to make his point.
“A-Ying should let others take care of him, too.” His treacherous tongue butcher the words at the end, but his determination doesn’t waver, and Wei Ying is looking at him in a way he’s never seen directed at him, like Wen Ning just offered something he can’t even fathom to be true.
(Wen Ning thinks he understands. He doubts Wei Ying knows what he did stumbling into the life of a young, shy, and painfully lonely Wen disciple back then)
“Ah…” Wei Ying is blinking too fast, his smile frayed and unsure “then I guess… just stay like this? For a bit.”
Wen Ning smiles. Then, so that neither of them have the time to hesitate, he turns to let Wei Ying rest against his side, making no comment when his lover hides his face in his neck, eyes suspiciously shiny before they disappear under a curtain of black hair.
He’ll stay as long as he can, as long as Wei Ying wants him there. He’ll hold on to him until the very end.