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Wei Wuxian's fingertips twitched against the rough material on the daybed, and he couldn't help but suck in a short gasp. Although it was quiet enough that nobody below the third-floor balcony would hear it, he received a reprimanding pinch and the bruising pressure of thumbs digging into his tender flesh.
"Quiet."
Prickling like static, the deep voice sent thrills up and down Wei Wuxian's spine. The exhalation against his skin was the kind of feeling to which the great poets paid fervent homage. He snapped his mouth shut; perhaps composing poems in his head would help him keep silent. After a few seconds, he dared turn his head to watch over his shoulder.
Lan Wangji's broad shoulders rose above the swell of Wei Wuxian's ass, giving way to long, muscular arms and culminating in large but elegant hands—the fingers of which pushed and kneaded at the supple flesh beneath them. His golden eyes remained transfixed on the scene before them. Rhythmically, he separated the globes of Wei Wuxian's ass and squeezed them together, revealing and concealing his entrance in turn. Right as Wei Wuxian began to turn into an impatient mess, Lan Wangji glanced up to met his eyes and in the same moment, lowered his mouth to suck at his skin.
The hands on Wei Wuxian's body relaxed their grip the smallest amount as their owner slowly kissed from the tailbone down, finding his way home. A wet tongue pressed against Wei Wuxian's hole, teasing the rim until it relaxed, drawing one long, broad sweep across it for every few short, pointed nudges seeking entry.
Staying quiet was no easy task. Although they were high up and out of the line of sight of most of the pavilion below, any errant noises filtering down might draw undue attention. Only Lan Wangji indulged in a quiet hum of gratification now and then. He had the advantage of being muffled by the willing body laid out before him, but Wei Wuxian only had the open air to hear his own pleasure, so he remained quiet. He rested his cheek on the pillow of his crossed arms and let out a gust of breath as silently as he could.
In his mind, Wei Wuxian began planning a talisman that would allow them to hear sound coming in, but which wouldn't allow any sound to get out. Then he could moan as much as he wanted with his face buried in his arms so nobody could see how well-fucked he was. Brought back to reality by the sensation of something pressing at his hole, Wei Wuxian returned to reality from his thoughts. The something was larger than a tongue and much more substantial. It had to be Lan Wangji's finger. It pressed inside and found Wei Wuxian's prostate immediately, long-practiced and efficient, direct and to the point in spiking Wei Wuxian's arousal to new levels.
Wei Wuxian barely concealed his whimper; down on the path below, a group of cultivators walked by, oblivious to the activities taking place above their heads.
"Perhaps I should let them see," Lan Wangji murmured into the skin at the base of Wei Wuxian's spine. Wei Wuxian imagined making eye contact with somebody else as Lan Wangji thrust into him from behind. His body clenched around Lan Wangji's fingers at the thought. He had no qualms about letting the world know what sorts of things his husband liked doing to him. Lovebites and bruises littered his skin from head to toe, from suckled marks behind his ears to the tender skin of his ankle bone pinched between finger and thumb. Some of them were old, some new. Some wrought by teeth, others by hands and greedy fingers. Some by the force of Lan Wangji's hips striking flesh over and over, the protruding bones digging out a place for themselves in the fertile landscape of Wei Wuxian's body. All of them given along with the devotion and consideration Lan Wangji freely paid him morning, noon, and night.
A second finger entered beside the first, and Lan Wangji's tongue returned to its service of taking Wei Wuxian apart stroke by teasing stroke. It wasn't long under those deliberate attentions—a swirl around the rim, a plunge into its depths alongside slender fingers, an insistent, languid stretch first on one side and then the other—before the first tendrils of heated arousal reached their peak and set Wei Wuxian's body convulsing against the daybed, coming inside his robes as he bit his lip to keep silent.
"Gentle with me, Lan-er-gege," Wei Wuxian breathed at last, tilting his head to the side. He quirked an eyebrow, opened his eyes, and looked back to find Lan Wangji poised above him, ready to be anything but gentle. Their eyes met as Lan Wangji removed his fingers and cleaned them with the cloth he had brought, gaze remaining on each other as he parted his robes and tucked the waistband of his pants beneath the jut of his erection.
He stroked himself just three times before he entered Wei Wuxian, barely pausing to line himself up and bringing their bodies flush together with an impatient snap of his hips. The fabric of his clothing caressed the hot skin of Wei Wuxian's ass, soft and pleasant in contrast to the hard thing inside of him jamming in so far it was probably visible from the outside. To anyone below, their joining would definitely be obvious, even if they couldn't see, by the way Lan Wangji leaned over him. It would be even more obvious by the little yelp Wei Wuxian let out right as the backs of another group of cultivators disappeared from view.
Wei Wuxian froze. The trailing cultivator's steps slowed down and their feet started to turn as Lan Wangji pulled out nearly all the way before thrusting back in with even more force than before. This was it. They were going to get caught. Wei Wuxian couldn't tear his eyes away, his mouth hanging open as Lan Wangji picked up the pace. The cultivator was from a sect Wei Wuxian recognized but couldn't recall the name of; in the split second before their eyes were to find Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, one of their martial siblings grabbed them by the wrist and tugged them along and out of sight.
The pavilion was empty.
"Lan-er-gege," Wei Wuxian moaned. Not nearly as loud as he liked to get in the Jingshi, but loud enough that somebody nearby could hear it clearly. Behind him, Lan Wangji's breathing grew ragged as his thrusting sped up, and it was no time at all before Wei Wuxian forgot himself and began chanting his name out loud. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan! Lan! Er! Gege! You're! too! much!" he whined.
"Hush," Lan Wangji said, spanking one cheek with a cupped palm so the smack! was clearly audible.
Even though there was no true rebuke in the action, Wei Wuxian hid in the daybed's scratchy cloth, red-faced. In retaliation, he twisted and turned his hips this way and that so that Lan Wangji hit a new angle every time he entered, driving him wild.
With a hissed breath and a renewed sense of purpose, Lan Wangji pounded even harder so that the bawdy echo of their lovemaking resounded across the pavilion, the muted paff! paff! paff! of his clothed hips meeting Wei Wuxian's bare behind.
"Lan Zhan, somebody's going to see! You're doing me so hard, I can't take it, you're too much..."
Wei Wuxian's rambling only spurred Lan Wangji on. Arching his back and dragging Lan Wangji's length against his prostate again, Wei Wuxian let out a high-pitched keen... right into the palm of Lan Wangji's hand! He was curled right over Wei Wuxian's body, chest pressed against back, one arm looped around the middle for support while the other kept firm hold over the mouth. He didn't even use the Silencing Spell. No, this was much more provocative. Wei Wuxian's erection, which had begun to subside, took interest once more as his husband railed into him and used him up without Wei Wuxian even being able to narrate the experience.
Lan Wangji did not last much longer. With a few more hard thrusts, he came inside and filled Wei Wuxian up, angling his hand to shove some fingers inside Wei Wuxian's mouth. Wei Wuxian readily sucked on them as his husband spent himself. Hips stilling, Lan Wangji pulled his spit-wet fingers out and dragged them down the damp column of Wei Wuxian's throat, down to his chest to pinch his sensitive nipple.
When he finally pulled out, Lan Wangji brought with him a trail of cum that dripped all over. Wei Wuxian glanced back; Lan Wangji was watching with a contented look on his face. As if sensing Wei Wuxian's eyes on him, he purposely scooped up the spend with his fingers and pushed it back inside the hole from which it leaked, holding the heel of his hand there like he could keep it inside to remind of their coupling. Finally, he stepped away, the red, angry flush of his still-hard cock starkly contrasting the pristine Lan sect robes. He reluctantly tucked it away. Wei Wuxian knew he was far from finished; they'd taken this day to spend together, after all, and Lan Wangji had expressed the desire to do Wei Wuxian against every available surface. But for now, he simply admired Wei Wuxian's body with all the little traces of himself he had left inside and across it, and traced his fingers over the untouched places that would receive marks of their own before the day was through.