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For a while, the scene in the Hanshi remained stagnant.
With how tightly Lan Xichen was holding him, Wei Wuxian thought the healing balm that had just been applied to his back would end up staining the front of Lan Xichen's robes instead.
Seeing that there was still no sign of Lan Xichen loosening the embrace, Wei Wuxian suddenly said, "Why? You feel sorry for throwing me against the tree, but you don't feel sorry for being so aggressive afterward?"
The body behind him palpably froze.
He clarified, "I...I did that because..." Lan Xichen began, but the words faltered.
After struggling for a moment, he found himself unable to give an explanation.
What was there to say?
Saying that a certain staggering incident happened, and I became awfully jealous out of nowhere, feeling contrite for one second, apprehensive for another second, having an unreasonable tantrum at another moment, and throwing an inexplicable fit on my own, unable to control the surge of emotions after?
It sounded unreasonable even to himself.
Not only could he not admit so plainly that he had lost control without cause, but selfishly, he also had no wish to reveal the incident that had driven him to act that way.
Last night, as both the groom and the Sect Leader, he had to remain at the banquet, dealing with the various antics of the guests.
Some cousin of Jin Zixuan—whose name Lan Xichen did not even know—actually attempted to toast him with liquor.
It was unclear where the man had obtained it. Having already formed a poor impression of Lanling Jin’s conduct, Lan Xichen found this behavior to be yet another provocation testing his patience. None of the other guests had questioned the absence of alcohol; all respected GusuLan’s customs. Yet a mere nobody from Lanling Jin dared to act so presumptuously.
So he politely judged this person to be "in a complete stupor" and had him escorted out of the Cloud Recesses at once.
To his surprise, the farce at the banquet allowed him to return early to the Hanshi.
There was no Wei Wuxian inside. The outermost red robe hung on the screen, and the boots he usually wore were missing. Lan Xichen immediately knew he must have gone out.
He sat in the empty room feeling restless. No matter how much he tried to avoid thinking, his mind still wandered to the most glaring issue—how this wedding night would unfold. Judging from Wei Wuxian's teasing earlier, and what he did in Yunmeng, entering his inn room uninvited to sleep with him, the young man clearly was also attracted to him.
In that case...there should be a wedding night, right?
Lan Xichen poured himself a cup of cold water and drank it, attempting to calm his mind.
Shortly after, he noticed someone approaching the front entrance of the Hanshi.
"Wei-Gongzi?" His eyes lit up as he rose immediately from his seat, intending to welcome the person.
Unexpectedly, it was Lan Wangji who came alone, entering without a word.
Seeing it was his younger brother, Lan Xichen greeted him, "Wangji? What brings you here?"
He could not help but wonder why Lan Wangji had come without prior notice.
However,
"?"
"??"
"!!!"
Lan Xichen stood dumbfounded as Lan Wangji brushed past him, entering the Hanshi, and sauntered brazenly toward the inner chamber.
The person didn't even give him, the owner of the residence, a glance, as if he didn't exist.
His shock was momentary, and Lan Xichen soon hurried to chase the person who dared to trespass.
"Wangji? What are you doing? Why are you here?"
He found his younger brother rummaging through the bedroom, as though searching for something.
Lan Xichen grew even more bewildered. Whether it was the Hanshi or the Jingshi, both were private residences. Even between brothers—or even with their uncle—they would not enter uninvited, much less step into another’s bedchamber unless there was an emergency.
Therefore, what kind of emergency could possibly justify Lan Wangji barging into his room like this?
And it's still the bedroom for his bridal chamber, no less!
He called again, "Wangji?"
Only then did Lan Wangji pause and turn to look at him, as if just noticing his presence."Xiongzhang?"
"It is me. What has happened?"
Lan Wangji stared at him blankly for a long time.
Lan Xichen then asked again, "What are you looking for? Why are you here?"
As he heard Lan Xichen's question, he suddenly responded, "Wei Ying. Where is Wei Ying?"
"Hm? Wei-Gongzi? He seems to have gone out for a while. Do you have anything important to say?"
"I..." Lan Wangji faltered, looking at a loss.
Seeing him like this, suspicion stirred in Lan Xichen’s heart. "Wangji, you..." He stepped closer, and when he got near the other party, Lan Xichen immediately picked up a strong aroma of wine from his body.
His eyes widened as he examined his younger brother more carefully. As expected, his forehead ribbon was crooked, his robes were rather disheveled, and even a hair was sticking out from his jade crown.
Lan Xichen looked at him in surprise. "You, did you drink some wine? Are you drunk?"
Lan Wangji suddenly frowned and denied it. "I am not!"
Lan Xichen, "..." Yes, you are.
But wait a moment!
You got drunk, but why did you come to my bridal chamber looking for my groom?!
Taking a deep breath, Lan Xichen stepped forward once again, intending to pull Lan Wangji out. "Alright. There is no Wei-Gongzi here. Come, let me take you back to the Jingshi."
Hearing there was no Wei Wuxian here, Lan Wangji looked downcast. He allowed himself to be led out of the inner chamber. As they walked out from behind the screen, however, Lan Wangji suddenly caught sight of Wei Wuxian's red outer robe being hung on top.
At that moment, the previous obedience was thrown aside.
Lan Wangji turned abruptly and seized the robe.
Lan Xichen, "Wangji—!"
He quickly tried to prevent Lan Wangji from taking it, but the other person had already snatched the robe and hugged it tightly to his arms.
The person who was so reluctant to come out just now suddenly spun around and ran outside, bringing the red robe with him.
Lan Xichen, "!!"
Lan Xichen automatically followed him outside, running as well, ignoring the fact that they were both breaking the rules.
Keeping his voice low so as not to alert others, he called after him, "Wangji! Wangji! That is Wei-Gongzi's robe. Where are you taking it?"
The person slipping through the dark mountain looked like he didn't hear Lan Xichen at all. Lan Xichen gritted his teeth and quickened his pace to catch up. Fortunately, the direction led back to the Jingshi.
He followed closely behind as Lan Wangji entered the courtyard.
As he came in, he found his younger brother rummaging around in front of a chest in the room. The red robe he took just now was folded neatly and placed inside, on top of what looked like an old, stained white inner robe. However, as if dissatisfied with how the robes were arranged inside, Lan Wangji took them out and began to fold them all over again.
Lan Xichen’s gaze fell upon the white robe in the box.
"...That inner robe," he asked quietly, "is it Wei-Gongzi's?"
Lan Wangji frowned at his question, as if he disagreed with it. He said, sounding petulant, "Wei Ying gave it to me!"
"He gave it to you?" Lan Xichen was taken aback. "When did he give it?"
"...Xuanwu Cave." Lan Wangji replied, smoothing the robes one more time.
Lan Xichen murmured, "Ah...since back then..."
He hesitated.
"Wangji...you..." Lan Xichen felt his throat dry. "You, toward Wei-Gongzi..."
'Have you always liked him?'
That question remained unspoken.
As if when Lan Xichen had said it, he would have been unable to bear the consequences.
Lan Wangji paid him no heed. His attention fixed entirely on the two robes—one red, one white—carefully aligning the sleeves, smoothing each crease, as though striving for something that could not quite be made perfect. It was unknown what he wanted to achieve.
Perhaps,
Perhaps what he wanted was actually the person who should wear these robes...
It was also unknown when Lan Xichen decided to silently leave the Jingshi, no longer caring whether Wei Wuxian's red wedding robe was still inside.
He walked silently back to the mountain path to the Hanshi.
Suddenly, it was as if everything had been explained.
No wonder.
It was no wonder Lan Wangji seemed mad right after he told him about the accident in Jinlintai involving Wei Wuxian. No wonder he initially insisted on being the one responsible. No wonder he looked so remorseful as he confessed his regret in the Ancestral Hall with him back then.
After all, he, Lan Xichen...had been a thief.
Had been a robber.
Someone who had stolen the person Lan Wangji cherished in his heart.
When this realization hit him, guilt pressed down upon his conscience like a mountain.
'But then, what about Wei-Gongzi himself?' Lan Xichen was suddenly struck with this question.
What about Wei Wuxian?
Did Wei Wuxian also harbor feelings for Lan Wangji?
Now that Lan Xichen thought on it...
Wei Wuxian had always been teasing Lan Wangji.
The rabbits were given to him.
The loquat was offered to him.
Even the forehead ribbon… he had taken Lan Wangji’s first before his own.
Before all this, had Lan Xichen ever existed in his eyes?
Before the Flower Banquet, had he, Lan Xichen, been no more than a passing shadow?
Whenever ShuangBi appeared, Wei Wuxian’s attention had always been drawn solely to Lan Wangji.
Had he agreed to the marriage not out of concern for Lan Xichen’s reputation, but because he worried for Lan Wangji’s? If GusuLan were to be disgraced, Lan Wangji would inevitably be implicated as well.
Did he...
At Jinlintai, had he accepted him back then only because he bore such a resemblance to Lan Wangji?
If it had been someone else, would Wei Wuxian have accepted them as well?
If it had been the lady designated to him, would this very night have become their wedding night?
Lan Xichen’s breathing suddenly turned ragged.
A sourness welled up within him, as if bitter bile rose to choke his throat.
It was awfully uncomfortable.
In his daze, he heard Wei Wuxian humming happily, the sound drifting from the other side of the mountain.
All of a sudden, Lan Xichen was engulfed in an inexplicable agitation.
'You still dare to hum so happily! If it were your wedding night with another, would you still be so carefree, so cheerful?'
'You were not in the Hanshi when I returned...you left the Hanshi and wandered outside like this...Is it because you are so unwilling to have the wedding night with me?'
'Very well. If you leave because you do not want me, then let me see whether you can still leave now!
Thus, he flung that person against the tree, blindfolding him tightly.
In any case...
If it were not him… Wei Wuxian would not care… would he?
However,
when Wei Wuxian gasped and called out to him, "Zewu-Jun, you—"
Lan Xichen froze in shock.
Wei Wuxian....recognized him?
Does this mean...he was willing because it was him, Lan Xichen?
Just when Lan Xichen was about to calm down, the other person spoke, "...Why don't you hide me in a room nearby?"
'Do you dislike the Hanshi so much? Or did you not want to see the Bridal Chamber so badly!'
'Hide you, do you mean to hide you the way Wangji hides your robe?'
'Go to a nearby room, do you mean the Jingshi instead!'
A shadow of gloom clouded Lan Xichen’s expression.
'Well then. Since you dislike the Hanshi...then we shall go to another room, as you wish.'
So he took Wei Wuxian to the courtyard the Clan had originally prepared for him before their union. A pity that it ended up unused, as Lan Xichen had kept him in the Hanshi regardless.
The wedding night.
Their-should have been-wedding night.
‘Or… was it meant to be your wedding night with someone else…?’
'Very well.'
'I will not say anything, '
'I will not let you see me,'
'Since you probably would have been happier...if it were Wangji...would you not?'
'After all, he has loved you so deeply.'
'And you have adored him so dearly.'
'I...,'
'What could I possibly compare to him…'
'Even what I feel for you...'
'This fondness I feel just from two months of getting along with you...'
'Seems unbearably shallow compared to what Wangji held for you...'
'However,'
'Even then,'
'I still selfishly wish you to know,—
"—Wei-Gongzi...my heart delights you..." Lan Xichen finally whispered at the end of their passion.
'I know I cannot compare.'
'But still, I am not willing to give you up.'
Knowing that someone like you should be mine, and only mine,
How could I possibly let go?
Recalling what had transpired the previous night, Lan Xichen fell into a trance once more.
The more he recollected, the tighter his embrace became.
Wei Wuxian let out a small scoff. "I told you not to bite, yet you still bite! I told you to return to the Hanshi, and you dared to ignore me!"
The one behind him fell silent, burying his face into the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck, like a child who had committed a grave mistake.
Wei Wuxian was quite satisfied with this reaction. Having delivered the necessary scolding—so that the child might know right from wrong—the adult surnamed Wei finally granted his obedient charge a sweet reward.
"If you're this remorseful for hurting me, why don't you do it all over again?" —— With a suggestive tone, he said, "This time, do it gently."
As expected.
Wei Wuxian curled his lips faintly when he felt the arms around him loosen for but a moment, only to tighten even more firmly the next.
His inner robes had already been pulled down, leaving his upper body bare. One of the hands encircling his waist slowly drifted upward, wandering across the smooth expanse of skin. From his flat abdomen, it trailed higher, inch by inch, until it reached his distinctively shaped collar bone.
As it brushed past the exposed part of his chest, it was either deliberately or not, the palm lingered, passing over it several times, back and forth.
"Mhh..." Lan Xichen heard Wei Wuxian let out a soft sigh.
He slowly loosened his arms from the tight embrace. His gaze fell upon the other’s back—the slender form curving in a graceful arc from shoulder blade to hip. The skin still glistened faintly with the healing balm, and Lan Xichen could not help but lift his other hand, letting it wander, tracing along that same path, following after the one at the front.
Looking at the bruise around his spine, Lan Xichen leaned forward, suddenly dropping kisses on them one by one. Wei Wuxian shuddered from the sudden touch. The feeling of a soft lip tracing along his spine from the back down to his waist made him arch his back slightly.
He spoke in between his gasps, "...Zewu-Jun, you're doing this, are you going to kiss the pain away?" He asked teasingly.
The kisses paused for a moment. Wei Wuxian felt the lip move in what seemed like a smile.
Lan Xichen hummed in agreement, "Umm."
He said afterward, "Where else do you feel pain?"
Wei Wuxian's eyes lit up, and he veered around, looking at the person smiling behind him. "If I said, I feel pain all over, will you kiss me all the way?"
Lan Xichen didn't reply. He turned Wei Wuxian to face him instead. His lips fell to the corner of his eyes, still red from last night's blindfold.
Wei Wuxian's eyelashes fluttered from the delicate kisses, and he heard Lan Xichen later answering, "Yes."
He was pushed back gently on the bed, with Lan Xichen hovering over him.
Glimpsing at the red cover of the bed beneath and the red bed canopy above, Wei Wuxian suddenly laughed.
He raised his arms, circling them around Lan Xichen's neck, and said, "Now this feels more like a wedding night. I can see you properly and the red decorations."
Lan Xichen’s movements stilled for a moment.
He lifted his head slightly, lowering his gaze to the person beneath him. Wei Wuxian was looking back at him, eyes bright and glimmering. The corners of his eyes curved gently, his lips lifting in tandem—his entire expression illuminated by a radiant smile.
Lan Xichen leaned down and pecked his lips.
One time.
Two times.
Three times.
And many more after.
His lips were still hovering on top of the other person's, but Lan Xichen suddenly raised a question, "Last night...I, I have treated you that way...Did you hate it?"
"Hmm?" Wei Wuxian hummed.
Feeling that Lan Xichen had stopped kissing him, he lifted his own chin instead and started nipping playfully on the pale pink lips of the other man.
He replied in between his nibbles, "...It's not like I dislike it. I can't see anything, and it's more exciting. But..." His hands, clinging to Lan Xichen's neck, moved toward his head, cupping his face with both hands.
He said, "——But I think if it's a wedding night, I prefer to see the decorated Hanshi. It's not like I care about the custom, but after all, it's been decorated so nicely, I think it's a pity not to use them well." He smiled teasingly at the end.
"Besides," Wei Wuxian leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead. "I prefer to see your face properly."
Lan Xichen sucked a sharp breath.
Wei Wuxian laughed and began to tease him, "Look at you! Yesterday, you looked so dashing that you stole all the guests' attention away."
Lan Xichen's pupils dilated slightly. 'You think, I..."
"Of course, you are!" Wei Wuxian's fingers moved to scratch his chin. "You smile so beautifully. You speak so nicely, your voice as mellow as the notes of Liebing. Zewu-Jun, tell me, how can you be so breathtaking? Hmm?"
The more Wei Wuxian spoke, the more Lan Xichen felt his face heat up. The fair skin on his cheekbones began to turn pink. When Wei Wuxian noticed the blushes, he felt even more complacent and started peppering kisses all over his face.
He had said before that he wished for his pain to be kissed away—but now, he found himself wanting to kiss Lan Xichen all over instead.
And he did exactly that.
Wei Wuxian flipped over and pushed Lan Xichen onto the bed instead.
Bracing his arms on either side, caging him beneath, his eyes gleamed with a playful light as his lips curved into a teasing smile.
“You’ve had enough time to please me. I may not have done this before, but let me make you feel good.”
He leaned down, nudging his nose against Lan Xichen’s, making a muffled kissing smack.
Startled, Lan Xichen huffed a small laugh.
It was the first time he played this way, and he couldn't help but nudge more, following the motion, rubbing their noses together. Both people have distinct and exquisitely shaped facial features. When their two pointed noses prodded against each other, it produced a beautiful picture.
At such close proximity, Wei Wuxian let out a soft sigh, unable to resist offering further praise.
He couldn't help but speak his mind, "Zewu-Jun is truly worthy of being the number one Beauty!"
On such a close inspection, the handsome face had no blind spot at all but looked even more attractive.
He rubbed their noses together again, a little more insistently, as though to convey his adoration.
After feeling satisfied from the little fun at the start, Wei Wuxian began to kiss his thin lips.
Unlike Wei Wuxian, who was known as FēngshénJùnlǎng —someone with a red lip and white teeth—when he smiled, he would look especially bright and charming; Lan Xichen was more of a ZhīlánYùshù. A gentleman as elegant and refined as jade. His lips were light in color but had a beautiful, firm shape.
Sucking lightly on the cold lip, Wei Wuxian stuck out his tongue, prompting the other man to open his mouth. Lan Xichen also parted his lips obediently, receiving the incoming soft muscle inside. The kiss was not intense. It was simply light nibbles before. Even when the tongues met each other, the kiss didn't become as fierce, but lingering. The two entangle slowly, teasing each other, chasing and re-entering each other's mouth cavity.
When they parted, a silvery translucent thread was bridging the tip of their tongues, before finally breaking and falling mostly on Lan Xichen's chin below.
Wei Wuxian smiled and brought his thumb to wipe the corner of his lip all the way to his chin.
Looking at Lan Xichen's Adam's apple bobbing up and down from the kiss, Wei Wuxian bent down and took a bite of it, earning a low groan from the owner.
"Zewu-Jun, it's always unfair that you undressed me first before yourself. Why don't you help me now and take off these robes of yours, hmm? "
Lan Xichen blinked his eyes. "Oh...Um."
He braced one forearm against the mattress, lifting himself slightly, and helped Wei Wuxian loosen the sash at his waist, peeling away the layers of robes one by one. As the final garment slipped off and fell to the far side of the bed, Wei Wuxian parted his lips faintly. He couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him.
It was the first time he truly took a good look at Lan Xichen.
Back at Jinlintai, his mind had been clouded. His memory became rather hazy afterward. As for the previous night, he couldn't even see his own hand, much less any part of Lan Xichen's body.
Regardless-,
...It truly was the manifestation of the finest jade.
Wei Wuxian caressed his shoulder and planted lots of kisses across his torso. His fingers trailed from his prominent collarbone to the valley between the bulge of his chest and down to the tight muscle on his abdomen. He felt the body underneath him shiver slightly from the touch.
He bent his body downward, moving his kisses to Lan Xichen's abdomen, and gnawed slightly at his protruding muscles.
In another moment, however, his head suddenly dipped, and his mouth captured the bulge in the other person's pants.
He looked up, grinning mischievously as he mouthed Lan Xichen's manhood through his pants' fabric. His saliva was staining the silky cloth, forming a wet patch around the bulge.
"Wei, Wei-Gongzi, you..." Lan Xichen felt difficulty breathing when he saw this exact scene.
Wei Wuxian nommed at the bulge and witnessed that the lump below seemed to swell even more.
His hand yanked the pants down, finally releasing the Lan Family jewel.
After it was finally exposed to the sight, Wei Wuxian had to take a second look and snickered.
Tentatively, he held the shaft in one hand, rubbing it up and down, using the technique he had learned from the reference book.
Eventually, he leaned his head closer and gave a teasing lick on the tip.
Lan Xichen gasped sharply.
The manhood in Wei Wuxian's hand also jerked up.
Wei Wuxian, "..."
Laughing, Wei Wuxian propped himself up for a while, pecking Lan Xichen's quivering lips, saying, "Good Gege, I told you I would make you feel good."
He moved back down again, continuing to circle his tongue, licking all over Lan Xichen's shaft.
Every time he gave a lick, he would grin and look at Lan Xichen, calling him, "Zewu-Jun?"
Another lick, "Lan Xichen?"
A swirl of the tongue, "Xichen-Gege?"
"Or..." He took a mouthful of the entire head, sucking it before releasing it in a loud pop. "Huan-Ge?"
Lan Xichen collapsed onto the bed, covering his face with his arms. His manhood, however, had straightened up proudly.
Wei Wuxian was cackling so hard.
"Hahahahaahahaha! So you like it? Being called that way? Hmmm? Huan-Ge? Why don't you answer me, Huan-Ge?" He teased in between his laughter.
Lan Xichen didn't answer, but instead flipped the two positions back on the bed.
"I-," He started.
Wei Wuxian beamed teasingly, "Hmm? What are you? Do you not like the way I call you? Or is it...because you felt good from my mouth?"
Lan Xichen closed his eyes, unable to bear the shamelessness of Wei Wuxian's words.
He said with difficulty afterward, "All of it."
"Hm?"
Lan Xichen opened his eyes and looked directly at Wei Wuxian's eyes. "I like you addressing me as such...and I like you...doing that." His words became muffled at the end.
Wei Wuxian laughed some more and finally grabbed his upper arms, intending to flip their position back. "If you like it, then let me continue."
Yet, Lan Xichen refused to budge, instead trapping him beneath him.
"There is no need." He refused.
However, the next moment, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly added, "...Next time. Do it next time."
His voice was very soft, from both shyness and wishful feelings altogether.
Wei Wuxian felt his heart melt from his adorable reaction.
Lan Xichen's hand struggled to reach the top of the cabinet next to the bedpost where he put the previous healing balm.
When Wei Wuxian saw him opening the balm again, he finally recalled the cold sensation he felt when Lan Xichen used his fingers to open up the path back at Jinlintai. It turned out to be from the balm. No wonder he didn't feel any tearing pain from the rim back then. Only the slight pain from the ridiculously huge rod penetrating him for the first time ever.
Last night, what was used to lubricate his entrance seemed to be his own precum. No wonder that didn't work as well as the healing balm. While he did experience the tearing pain, but Wei Wuxian subconsciously also liked the intense feelings from both pain and pleasure.
Nevertheless, he also liked it when Lan Xichen gently prepared him. He liked the feeling of being paid great attention to. And they had decided to go gently this morning anyway.
Wei Wuxian saw that Lan Xichen's manhood had already been standing straight for quite a long time; he should be unable to bear it any longer.
So after a short preparation, as the posterior hole had begun to loosen, he said, "It's enough. Just come in."
Wei Wuxian sat up and reached out to hug Lan Xichen's shoulder, positioning himself directly to welcome the threatening murder weapon. Even today, Wei Wuxian still had a cold sweat, thinking that such a huge thing would penetrate inside. Bit by bit, the erected gland was pushed into the slippery entrance until it was all swallowed.
The moment he was engulfed inside the warm and humid place once again, Lan Xichen automatically closed his eyes. He bent forward, putting his head on the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck, grunting lowly from the sensation. The fact that it was Wei Wuxian himself who actively ushered him inside gave him a whole other level of stimulus. The feeling was so pleasurable that he had almost disarmed himself early just from entering.
But that wouldn't do!
So Lan Xichen started to calm himself down, braking his desire from reaching its peak.
He lifted his head and tilted it upward, looking at Wei Wuxian's face inches away from him. The other person's eyebrows were also furrowed slightly, and his eyelids were half-closed. Those clear and sharp eyes finally opened once again, locking directly to Lan Xichen's, and soon were filled with a hint of a smile.
The moment he saw those eyes flutter open so closely in front of him, Lan Xichen thought in his heart,
'Ahh...as expected, I really like these eyes...I prefer them to look at me directly rather than being obstructed by something else.'
Thinking like this, Lan Xichen encircled both his arms to embrace the young man completely.
Wei Wuxian started to proceed first, moving his body up and down, slowly, as if teasing the Jade pillar inside. With every movement of his, the muscle of his back hole squirmed along with him to wrap the gland inside. Lan Xichen's previous effort was blown away by just this action. All of a sudden, a stream of semen was shot inside without any precaution.
Wei Wuxian, "..."
Lan Xichen, "..."
What could I say? I've been way too aroused already since you do me with your mouth, the fact that you're voluntarily fucking yourself to my crotch didn't help at all afterward?
"Pfft..." Wei Wuxian stopped moving and suddenly chortled. "Ahhhhhh...Zewu-Jun, you, why are you so amusing?" He exclaimed fondly and began to pepper kisses all over Lan Xichen's madly blushing face.
Lan Xichen refused to respond and hid his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian's neck once again. The young man was still shaking in his arms from laughter. Lan Xichen had to tighten his embrace once again.
At this time, Lan Xichen, who was hiding his face, tilted his head slightly to lean on Wei Wuxian's back instead. His sight soon was attracted downward. Below were the soft and perky buttocks he was rather familiar with, since he had been bathing and changing Wei Wuxian's clothes for a month in his coma.
During the next month after Wei Wuxian woke up, whenever he put his hands on the young man's waist, Lan Xichen had always endured the urge to slip his hand downward to grab a handful of the round buttocks. The fact that the person had such a lean waist really didn't help it at all.
This time, his hand could finally slip down justifiably.
His arms shifted from enveloping Wei Wuxian's back. Both hands suddenly strayed to his rear. The next moment Wei Wuxian knew, his behind was being kneaded slowly.
He jerked up in surprise, calling Lan Xichen, "Zewu-Jun? What are you...?"
Lan Xichen smiled secretly and kept squeezing the pair of round buns. His sight inadvertently caught a glimpse of the finger-shaped bruise on Wei Wuxian's waist, and his eyes glinted in a mischievous light. His hands began to press harder, and finger marks also began to appear on the white buns below.
Wei Wuxian shifted around, feeling rather weird yet pleased.
At some moment, when Wei Wuxian leaned forward, and Lan Xichen's kneading movement was also upward, Lan Xichen suddenly caught sight of where he and the person in his embrace were being connected, in the crack between the two mounds.
It was obviously such an obscene sight, but he felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken. Inevitably, the gland inside started to become hard once again from the erotic view. Unable to bear it, he began to thrust his pelvis upward. His hands stopped kneading on the buttocks and supporting them instead, moving them in the same rhythm as his own hips.
"Uh...mmhhh..." Wei Wuxian moaned, feeling the familiar pleasure again.
The moment the curved end of the glands entered deeply into the flesh wall, it hit the prostate and sent him a wave of pleasurable sensations all over his body.
Following the movement of his hips downward, Wei Wuxian suddenly bent his head, and his warm and moist breath hit Lan Xichen's neck. Looking at the trickle of sweat on the fair and slender neck, he stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick it.
Lan Xichen shuddered from the touch. "...Wei-Gongzi..." He panted, his voice was low and mellow.
His brows were taut. His hands on the rear parted the butt cheeks even more. The movement of his hips became faster, and every thrust was filled with a strong momentum.
With each movement, a wet squelching sound was heard. A monstrous gland was moving in and out of the tender entrance. Drops of white fluid from Lan Xichen's prior come, flowed out from the hole whenever the gland was pulled out a little.
"Zewu-Jun..." Wei Wuxian sighed softly, leaning his face on the person in front of him.
His own manhood had not been touched the whole time, yet it went erect and was ready to come at any time just from the stimulation on his back entrance.
'It's really over!'
The more Wei Wuxian thought about it, the more doomed he felt. He was a man, yet he could actually come just from being penetrated at his rear hole. His head was disoriented at the shocking realization.
He rubbed his cheeks on Lan Xichen's, expressing his whine.
But this spoiled-like action made Lan Xichen's pupils dilate instead, as if his heart was being scratched with a catkin.
He suddenly shifted their position, pushing Wei Wuxian onto the bed mattress.
He lifted one of Wei Wuxian's legs to his shoulder, parting his lower body apart.
Wei Wuxian had flexible muscles from his training, so he could move swiftly and perform an impossible feat in martial arts. Lan Xichen found that when the legs were parted in a split pose, they moved along, pliant and without resistance. Thinking back at the impossible folding of his waist in one of the rounds they did at Jinlintai, Lan Xichen couldn't help but feel his manhood swell even more.
The change of the shaft inside was also felt by Wei Wuxian.
He laughed, his neat fingers scratching the broad white expanse of chest muscle on top of him, teasingly calling, "What's the matter, umm, Huan-Ge?" His voice lingered at the end.
It was a fatal combination.
As the last words were being spoken, it was as if the last string had been snapped. Lan Xichen forgot his intention to be gentle and soon moved forward vigorously. He seemed about to nail Wei Wuxian to the bed.
Wei Wuxian gasped out, "Slow...ahh...you, slow down, uhhh...Huan-Ge..." His eyes twinkled in the end, showing that his begging for mercy was simply fake, and he wanted to rile up Lan Xichen even more instead.
And he was indeed fucked harder afterward.
It was already past Chenshi when they finished their love affair first thing in the morning.
Wei Wuxian realized it from the distinct sunlight; he was so familiar with this, as it was his usual awakening time.
He looked to his side. Lan Xichen was still lying on the bed. Their lower bodies were still connected. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but sigh, lamenting, "It's truly over this time for both of us."
Lan Xichen blinked his eyes slowly, still feeling slightly lazy after the climax. "What is it this time?" He asked gently, his hand reaching out to comb Wei Wuxian's side bangs to his ear.
Wei Wuxian said, "Shouldn't there be a tea offering to the elder on the first day of marriage? Look at the time, do you think your Uncle would still consider this morning?"
At the reminder of this custom, Lan Xichen did not reply at once. His hand, which had been gently combing through Wei Wuxian’s hair, paused briefly before resuming its motion.
Then, Lan Xichen smiled. "It is fine. I informed Uncle earlier, while you were still asleep. We will offer the tea tonight instead."
Wei Wuxian doubtfully wondered, "Lao Lan actually agreed?"
He was so surprised that he forgot to refer to him as Lan-Xiansheng, slipping into the usual joking address instead.
Lan Xichen nodded. "Uncle agreed."
"Oh. He agreed, but you must have received an earful from him in return, right?"
Recalling how Lan Qiren had blown his beard and reprimanded him with indignation, telling him not to be so promiscuous, it's forbidden to indulge in desire, you have to restrain yourself, so on and so forth, Lan Xichen let out a soft chuckle.
He admitted, "Well...I did receive a little...just a bit. Though I did not pay it much attention afterward."
Wei Wuxian burst into laughter, turning to smack a kiss on his lip.
"Good! You, Zewu-Jun, you've started to learn badly from me! Your Uncle must have been furious right now."
Lan Xichen corrected him, "It is your uncle as well."
Wei Wuxian thought about it and laughed even harder, "I think he may have another Qi Deviation if I started calling him Uncle."
Lan Xichen huffed a light laugh.
After a moment, he suggested, "Let us bathe first. You should be cleaned up."
Wei Wuxian was confused, "Clean me up?"
A faint trace of embarrassment surfaced on Lan Xichen’s face. "Your...inside, if mine there, if it is not cleaned properly, you may develop a fever."
Wei Wuxian blurted out, "How is that possible? I didn't even get a fever after blowing up in cold wind at night every day."
Lan Xichen replied seriously this time, "This and that are different. You won't get influenced by external factors, but this matter is related to the organ of your body directly."
"Oh...." Wei Wuxian responded.
Only then did it occur to him, on those two occasions when he had lost consciousness after the deed… had it been Lan Xichen who cleaned him up?
But there's no need to feel shy.
They had been like this; what else was there to feel shy about?
If anything, it only stirred Wei Wuxian to tease Lan Xichen once again, "You've been the one cleaning me up all this time, why don't you do it again?" He whispered in a secretive tone, "This time, I will take a reaaaaally proper look...at how you do it."
And it was the fuse of their second round in the bathtub afterward.