[[忘羡 | WangXian 3]] : Our Flesh And Bones

[Wangxian]🔞

- Undress me. I want to feel your hands on me. – Wei Ying said in a coarse voice. And he added, mumbling to himself:

- I always want to feel your hands on me... You have no idea how much....

Lan Zhan heard him well. He removed all pieces of clothing gently, carefully, as if handling a scared child. There was a time in his life when he wondered if he could love Wei Ying more. Now he knew that he loved him more and more every day. As he was doing it, Wei Ying said matter-of-factly:

- The advantage of this toy is that one is not restricted to a position and can move more. I like it. Let's see if you will like it too, Lan Zhan. I will be fucking you until you tell me all! – he smiled sweetly, making his husband blush again.

- You seem to be getting more and more shameless with age, Wei Qianbei.

- Oh, yea? Well, if you really think so, I must live up to this reputation, mustn't I?? – Wei Ying smirked.

His strong hands pulled Lan Zhan in, close, touching, skin on skin. He was looking at those exquisite lips and the golden eyes with adoration, often unable to believe that he was his, to have, to kiss, to love.

- Kiss me, Hanguang-Jun. I am drowning in your eyes. Let me drown in your mouth too... - he whispered.

Lan Wangji leaned in and his arms held him even tighter. They kissed slowly, fully, merging. There was some kind of desperation in the way they held each other, as if they both wanted to spend as much time as possible together, like the desperation from their first days together, just after they had been reunited, always craving to feel and touch the other, fearing terribly that the next morning would reveal it had all been just a dream, and they would be all alone again. Wei Wuxian felt it acutely; he whimpered:

- I love you... Hold me...Don't leave me...

- Never. I'm here. I'm yours. Yours, Wei Ying...I love you too much.

He dug his fingertips in Lan Zhan's back as his husband kissed him again, showing him, assuring him that he was loved, wanted, adored. They both panted as the kiss got deeper and more passionate; Wei Ying was fighting for air as his lover was drinking him up, as was his habit, as things got heated, but this time he broke free and pushed him away from him and to the ground.

Lan Wangji was panting, but as he looked up, ready to say something, Wei Ying jumped on top of him, pinning him to the floor with his hands and knees. He growled:

- Don't you dare move, my love.

He bit into his neck, listening to Lan Zhan's moans, and now his mouth traced the path down, kissing thirstily, licking his nipples and leaving faint bite marks on his ribs, making him hiss.

- No one touches you any more... I am not letting anyone touch you any more... You are mine... Mine. Mine.  –  he was mumbling between licks and kisses, as if in a trance.

Lan Zhan was watching him, bewildered, feeling more and more turned on; he liked this possessive side of his lover. He was fighting the instinct to get on top of Wei Ying and do the same to him – all this teasing and petting was torture. 

Lan Zhan knew he was in a strange mood, as the events from the last days had triggered a lot of emotions in him, and he needed an outlet. And now Zewu-Jun's present gave him the opportunity to act.

- So beautiful... so perfect...Mine...mine... My lovely one...my loved one... Only mine.

His hands were caressing the soft skin all over, he just didn't want to leave even a spot untouched, unloved, and Lan Zhan used the opportunity that his own hands got free to bury them in Wei Ying's hair, removing the red ribbon and letting the dark flow fall free too. He closed his eyes and whispered, his voice was dark with desire:

- Take me... I am yours... Sweetheart...