The kisses distract him enough from the feeling of being inside of Wei Ying as his hands move to the other man's hips, grasping them gently before he's moving them, so Wei Ying is under him when he starts to move.
And breaking the last kiss has him dropping his head so he can suck another mark on Wei Ying's neck.
Wei Ying doesn't resist the movement, holding the kiss for long as he can as Lan Zhan lays him back exactly where he'd been studying for class not too long ago, gasping for air when it releases. He exhales again when his lover starts sucking on his neck again.
He's going to have quite a few marks in the morning, bitten and otherwise, but he doesn't mind. In fact, Wei Ying would be happy to show and tell the world about them and who gave them to him. They're proof, solid evidence that someone out there really, truly wants him.
Wei Ying's never done this before or even really looked at gay porn before so he's not quite sure what he should do with his legs here. Once Lan Zhan starts to thrust inside him, he lifts his legs, holding them clumsily in place so as not to hinder these pleasurable movements.
He's not rushing it this time either, his thrusts slow and steady, adjusting the angle to find that one spot inside of Wei Ying before he really picks up the pace. Wangji lifts his head from Wei Ying's throat, gaze settling on his face before he drops a hand, guiding one of Wei Ying's legs around him before he's leaning down to kiss him again.
"Mine." It's quiet, spoken against his lips as he finally starts picking up the pace, his eyes half closing, one hand moving to stroke Wei Ying.
It's not the first time Lan Zhan's said that to him in an intimate situation before. Of course, none of the other ones had quite been as intimate as this. Either way, it feels like Wei Ying's hearing that word and fully comprehending its meaning.
Lan Zhan wants to be with him in a way that's more than just physical?
That's wonderful!
His thoughts scatter in all directions when Lan Zhan's hand closes around him and starts to stroke. Between this and the way his lover's thrusts keep hitting a spot deep inside him, Wei Ying's breathing is shallow, his forehead sheened with sweat. His legs cling weakly to Lan Zhan's waist, his trembling hands sliding up to caress his back. Wei Ying lifts his head to whisper three simple words in his ear as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.
He's been waiting for this day, for Wei Ying to finally realize what he's been trying to tell him in more ways than he can count for the last two years but the words breathed against his ear are enough to have him stopping.
Lifting his head to meet Wei Ying's eyes, as one hand comes up to cup his cheek, his expression going soft in a way that he's never shown to anyone else. Not even his brother.
There's no jokes here. No uncertainty. Not anymore. Not about this. For all of Wei Ying's guileless, casual flirting these aren't words he takes lightly or says unless he absolutely means them. And he truly understands now what Lan Zhan has been trying to say.
"I love you, Lan Zhan," he says again, tone genuinely sweet and doting in a way no one has ever heard from before, not even his beloved sister.
Wei Ying takes one of his hands off of his lover to place it over the hand on his cheek, resting it there gently.
"I want to be with you, too."
Probably a conversation they should've had long before the sex toys and they began climbing into bed together in any capacity but better late than never...?
And this time when he starts to move again, there's no holding back, his thrusts slamming into Wei Ying, aiming to hit that spot each time as he dips his head for another kiss, this one possessive and demanding.
This is suddenly way fiercer than Wei Ying had been expecting, considering how gentle Lan Zhan's been with him all night. He's going so deep right now, it's making him a little dizzy, but he opens his mouth to accept that kiss and everything it represents. Wei Ying just hadn't understood enough to be able to accept his feelings properly, that was all.
Honestly, he probably still doesn't but it's not stopping him from entering this relationship with Lan Zhan anyway.
"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, more, more," he says greedily against those demanding lips, grunting with pleasure as each thrust pounds against that spot.
It's his first time and with Lan Zhan fucking him as hard as he is now, he's not going to last much longer but oh, will it be worth it.
"Harder, make it so I never want to leave your bed, Lan Zhan!"
Control has been the only thing he kept in this relationship, the defense he held against Wei Ying as long as he needed it.A form of protection because it wasn't like Wei Ying had any awareness of what lay behind his own actions. And Wangji had held to that, let it shape their interactions and locked himself away behind it.
But now, he didn't have to.
Every word out of Wei Ying's mouth just has his movements becoming more rough, more erratic even if he's still trying to hit that spot, to push Wei Ying just that much closer to the edge, Wangji's teeth sinking into his shoulder.
The rougher and more erratic he gets, the closer it pushes Wei Ying to the edge. And finally he can't take it any more, letting out a cry as he comes, shooting sticky fluid over both of them. Wei Ying's pulling Lan Zhan's face to his, giving him a hard, brief kiss as he continues to ride out his orgasm.
"Finish in me," he mumurs blissfully against his lover's kiss swollen lips before pecking them softly. "Come in me. Come hard. You know you want to."
The words have him breathing Wei Ying's name before he pulls, out, his hands turning the other man over, lfting him up into a better position and then he's got one hand on his back, holding him there as his first thrust drives into Wei Ying again.
Each of the ones that follow are just as rough, until he shudders through his own orgasm, and settles forward over Wei Ying's back.
Wei Ying lets him move him around again, melting bonelessly into the bed with his ass in the air for Lan Zhan to take how he wants. He continues to moan with each thrust into him, shuddering with Lan Zhan as he complies with Wei Ying's request.
After Lan Zhan collapses onto him, he lifts his hand to cup his lover's cheek, a happy, content smile on Wei Ying's face. He can't remember a time in his life where he's ever felt so peaceful and satisfied with his life and existence.
"That was really good, Lan Zhan," he says after a moment, his face all aglow. "You're really good at this! If I didn't know any better, I'd wonder if you'd been with someone other than me!"
But Wei Ying does know better. After tonight, how could he not? It sure took him long enough...
The comment has him still for a long moment before he pulls back, sliding off him to sit on the bed and clean himself up, his expression slipping back into the neutral look he normally wore.
"...Shower." Because Wei Ying needs one before he sleeps and he needs a few moments to himself after that comment.
"Yeah, I should go do that now, huh? I'll be back soon."
Maybe he could use a few minutes to himself, too, to unwind a little It'd all felt really good but a lot sure did change between them very quickly just then, hadn't it? Just standing in the shower and focusing on that for a bit might help.
Wei Ying gets up off the bed and goes to do just that.
A few minutes later, the sound of the shower running can be heard.
After about twenty minutes or so, a freshly clean Wei Ying returns to the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair falling loose and damp around his shoulders.
"Alright, Lan Zhan, I'm back! Where do you want me?"
His tone's cheerful, if slightly nervous. This is still uncharted territory between them and he's a little worried about saying the wrong thing again.
The first response that comes to mind is the one he discards almost immediately. They'll have time for that later and for the moment, it's likely better to let him adjust to the change in status slowly.
He's stretched out on the bed though, having taken the time while he was showering to strip and remake the bed for them. "....Come here."
Wei Ying does as requested, approaching the bed. After a moment, he takes off the towel and stretches out on the bed beside him, his eyes seeking Lan Zhan's almost shyly. Moments like these are a ltitle different from sex, not that his expertise on the subject honestly extends beyond what he's done with Lan Zhan or seen in pornography.
After a moment, he closes the distance and cuddles up to him.
It's definitely a new and slightly odd position to lay in but Wei Ying doesn't mind it. It's just different and will take a little bit to get used to. It's soothing to just lay here and listen to Lan Zhan's heartbeat, though. His eyes drift closed, fatigue from their earlier activities beginning to catch up to him now.
A hand smooths up over his back slowly, the gesture repeating until he's almost sure Wei Ying has fallen asleep. Then his own eyes close, arm staying wrapped around his partner until morning.
Eventually morning arrives and Wei Ying's still tangled up in Lan Zhan. As he comes to, he's aware of a stiffness and soreness from how he'd been sleeping, as well as the fact he's not in his own bed or even his door room. While he's laying there, parts of the night before come flooding back.
He'd been studying at Lan Zhan's. They'd been fooling around with rewards again and things went too far. An impulsive confession in the middle of sex and they weren't just friends anymore. They're together now.
It's still a lot to process.
Wei Ying stirs and starts to sit up. his hair a tousled and untidy mess falling across his shoulders and down his shoulders. He doesn't look confused or upset or anything, just thoughtful and a little bit sure. He doesn't really know what he's doing here and he knows it.
He's already been awake, for a while but when Wei Ying moves, Wangji shifts as well moving to sit up slowly, gaze drifting over to Wei Ying for a moment before he slides from the bed to pull on pants so he can go start breakfast.
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And breaking the last kiss has him dropping his head so he can suck another mark on Wei Ying's neck.
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He's going to have quite a few marks in the morning, bitten and otherwise, but he doesn't mind. In fact, Wei Ying would be happy to show and tell the world about them and who gave them to him. They're proof, solid evidence that someone out there really, truly wants him.
Wei Ying's never done this before or even really looked at gay porn before so he's not quite sure what he should do with his legs here. Once Lan Zhan starts to thrust inside him, he lifts his legs, holding them clumsily in place so as not to hinder these pleasurable movements.
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"Mine." It's quiet, spoken against his lips as he finally starts picking up the pace, his eyes half closing, one hand moving to stroke Wei Ying.
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Lan Zhan wants to be with him in a way that's more than just physical?
That's wonderful!
His thoughts scatter in all directions when Lan Zhan's hand closes around him and starts to stroke. Between this and the way his lover's thrusts keep hitting a spot deep inside him, Wei Ying's breathing is shallow, his forehead sheened with sweat. His legs cling weakly to Lan Zhan's waist, his trembling hands sliding up to caress his back. Wei Ying lifts his head to whisper three simple words in his ear as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.
"I love you."
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Lifting his head to meet Wei Ying's eyes, as one hand comes up to cup his cheek, his expression going soft in a way that he's never shown to anyone else. Not even his brother.
"Wei Ying"
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"I love you, Lan Zhan," he says again, tone genuinely sweet and doting in a way no one has ever heard from before, not even his beloved sister.
Wei Ying takes one of his hands off of his lover to place it over the hand on his cheek, resting it there gently.
"I want to be with you, too."
Probably a conversation they should've had long before the sex toys and they began climbing into bed together in any capacity but better late than never...?
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And this time when he starts to move again, there's no holding back, his thrusts slamming into Wei Ying, aiming to hit that spot each time as he dips his head for another kiss, this one possessive and demanding.
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Honestly, he probably still doesn't but it's not stopping him from entering this relationship with Lan Zhan anyway.
"Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, more, more," he says greedily against those demanding lips, grunting with pleasure as each thrust pounds against that spot.
It's his first time and with Lan Zhan fucking him as hard as he is now, he's not going to last much longer but oh, will it be worth it.
"Harder, make it so I never want to leave your bed, Lan Zhan!"
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But now, he didn't have to.
Every word out of Wei Ying's mouth just has his movements becoming more rough, more erratic even if he's still trying to hit that spot, to push Wei Ying just that much closer to the edge, Wangji's teeth sinking into his shoulder.
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"Finish in me," he mumurs blissfully against his lover's kiss swollen lips before pecking them softly. "Come in me. Come hard. You know you want to."
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Each of the ones that follow are just as rough, until he shudders through his own orgasm, and settles forward over Wei Ying's back.
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After Lan Zhan collapses onto him, he lifts his hand to cup his lover's cheek, a happy, content smile on Wei Ying's face. He can't remember a time in his life where he's ever felt so peaceful and satisfied with his life and existence.
"That was really good, Lan Zhan," he says after a moment, his face all aglow. "You're really good at this! If I didn't know any better, I'd wonder if you'd been with someone other than me!"
But Wei Ying does know better. After tonight, how could he not? It sure took him long enough...
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"...Shower." Because Wei Ying needs one before he sleeps and he needs a few moments to himself after that comment.
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Wei Ying's smile fades just a bit but he nods.
"Yeah, I should go do that now, huh? I'll be back soon."
Maybe he could use a few minutes to himself, too, to unwind a little It'd all felt really good but a lot sure did change between them very quickly just then, hadn't it? Just standing in the shower and focusing on that for a bit might help.
Wei Ying gets up off the bed and goes to do just that.
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"...Sleep here." It's quiet, his gaze meeting Wei Ying's for a long moment.
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"...Alright. If you're sure."
The smile returns, a little less uncertain.
"I'll stay tonight. It is pretty late and I'm little worn out after that, Lan Zhan."
He cups Lan Zhan's cheek a moment, stroking it with his thumb, before stepping back.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. Right after I'm done. Promise."
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"Shower."
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A few minutes later, the sound of the shower running can be heard.
After about twenty minutes or so, a freshly clean Wei Ying returns to the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair falling loose and damp around his shoulders.
"Alright, Lan Zhan, I'm back! Where do you want me?"
His tone's cheerful, if slightly nervous. This is still uncharted territory between them and he's a little worried about saying the wrong thing again.
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He's stretched out on the bed though, having taken the time while he was showering to strip and remake the bed for them. "....Come here."
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After a moment, he closes the distance and cuddles up to him.
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It's definitely a new and slightly odd position to lay in but Wei Ying doesn't mind it. It's just different and will take a little bit to get used to. It's soothing to just lay here and listen to Lan Zhan's heartbeat, though. His eyes drift closed, fatigue from their earlier activities beginning to catch up to him now.
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He'd been studying at Lan Zhan's. They'd been fooling around with rewards again and things went too far. An impulsive confession in the middle of sex and they weren't just friends anymore. They're together now.
It's still a lot to process.
Wei Ying stirs and starts to sit up. his hair a tousled and untidy mess falling across his shoulders and down his shoulders. He doesn't look confused or upset or anything, just thoughtful and a little bit sure. He doesn't really know what he's doing here and he knows it.
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...Morning.
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Later that day/early evening.
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