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Lotus Pier - Jiang Cheng: age 20 | Lan Wangji: age 21
Jiang Cheng could barely stand it. He’d been counting down the seconds till he could get his husband alone. It was happiness that smelt the best coming from his husband. Lan Wangji smelt of sandalwood and the waterfalls where he liked to play for Jiang Cheng in Gusu. The alpha hadn’t been there in over a month but it was so rich tonight. The few times that he’d scented Lan Wangji wasn’t enough. He was sure that his husband could smell his scent getting sweeter as the night went along.
Now he finally had him all to himself as they slipped through the corridor to their private rooms. One’s he’d designed for them out of love for his husband. Which was supposed to be a wedding gift but one he didn’t get to see as Jiang Cheng pushed Lan Wangji against the door. His hand quickly yanking the crimson gauzy veil off the alpha’s head before pulling him into a passionate kiss. One that was more claiming than the last.
Lan Wangji almost laughed at the man’s eagerness, but it was swallowed down by the passion of his husband - his husband! - was pouring into the kiss. He moaned instead and cupped Jiang Cheng’s face, holding him close and letting the man do as he wished with him. Just because he was alpha and other omega didn’t mean he didn’t want Jiang Cheng to be possessive like this. In fact, his alpha was thrilled at it.
“Wanyin,” he breathed between their lips, kissing a path down Jiang Cheng’s jaw to his neck. After that first clumsy time when they were teenagers, he’d buried his face in Jiang Cheng’s scent many times, but this almost felt new. Charged with an energy that made him shiver in anticipation. He parted his lips and kissed the scenting glands, then bit down lightly, enough to leave a mark, but not enough to hurt. “Wanyin…”
“Lan Zhan.” Jiang Cheng mururmed, tilting his head to the side to give Lan Wangji more access to his neck. He let out a deep purr as Lan Wangji’s hold tightened. His fingers moving up the alpha’s shoulders to the white ribbon strings. He smiled, tugging at it.
“It’s yours,” Lan Wangji told him, feeling something in him coil tight, ready to be unleashed with each playful tug. He kissed Jiang Cheng again, this time offering his own brand of passion, and pulled back with a gentle nibble on that already kiss-swollen lower lip. “It’s always been yours.”
“Mine?” Jiang Cheng asked, though there was no questioning it as he tugged the ribbon free. If it hadn’t been for Lan Wangji’s head piece that he’d have all of Lan Wangji’s soft black hair in his grasp. They were moving more into the room and it was then that Jiang Cheng remembered that there was a podium about another five feet with the vase that Lan Qiren had gifted them during their engagement. “Wait..” He laughed keeping the ribbon in his hand.
Lan Wangji chuckled, seeing it, and simply lifted Jiang Cheng into his arms, making it easier to bypass the breakable things and go right to the bed. He lowered Jiang Cheng down slowly, his legs coming up to brace either side of the man’s hips, kissing him passionately. “Better?”
“I don’t know.” Jiang Cheng grinned, before hitching leg around Lan Wangji’s and flipping them over. He was glad that he’d chosen the larger bed or else he’d have fallen off. Jiang Cheng leaned over him. His hair coming out of the hairpin easily, falling over his shoulder. He leaned in like he was going to kiss his husband and traced his jaw with the tip of his nose then down his neck. “Is this better?” he teased, giving Lan Wangji the same mark as he had him.
“Yes,” Lan Wangji said, sounding truly content to be under his husband. And indeed he was. His alpha was purring at the clever move and he reached up to trace Jiang Cheng’s face with his hands, marveling and in awe of his beauty and strength. “Make me yours. Just like this.”
“With pleasure.” Jiang Cheng murmured, tilting his head into the alpha’s palm before an idea took root. He took the ribbon he’d been holding wrapping it around the man’s wrist before guiding it above his alpha’s head. It was a kiss that matched the one his husband had given him when they stepped inside that allowed him to distract Lan Wangji for the other. Not that he needed too. Lan Wangji melted beneath him and he was more than happy to oblige the deep purr and flood of his spicy scent.
The sound Lan Wangji made to be tied was something he’d probably be embarrassed about in the morning, but for now it was swept away by Jiang Cheng’s kisses, tongue, teeth, and hands. Their cores connected, warmed, and flowed together, heightening the pleasure growing between them. Lan Wangji, alpha and husband, lay still as he was undressed like a present, his toes curling against the bed and his eyes shining with love as his omega took charge. His husband.
It was all he had ever wanted.