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As he flies higher over peaks and passes, Wei Wuxian mentally rehearses what he will say to the dragon once he arrives at—well, he doesn’t know exactly where. Jin Guangshan hadn’t been more specific than ‘Qionglong Mountain’ and ‘dragon’ and ‘eggs.’ Obviously, when a dragon shows itself for the first time in a thousand years, shrieking and causing terror for the valley villages, there must be eggs involved. That’s what all the rumors say, and everyone knows to trust those.
There’s glory to be had, and Jin Guangshan’s favor, and—ah, Wei Wuxian daren’t forget to mention—a hefty purse to any fool who manages to snag an egg for the Jin sect leader. Surely, there are other ways for cultivators to earn glory, and a lot less riskier ways for them to die honorably.
Wei Wuxian isn’t seeking glory, nor does he want to die.
Who wouldn’t want to meet a dragon? Never mind that the mountain’s in Lan sect territory, and it would have been a terrible breach of propriety to send a bunch of random idiots there to hunt down a dragon. The Lan sect have already taken in any frightened evacuees from the nearby villages with immense grace, offering no explanation as to the dragon’s behavior or any of their own sightings. Most fascinating, none of their disciples nor their sect leader had seemed interested in getting to the root cause of the dragon’s appearance.
Instead, Lan Xichen had been placid and bemused, letting Jin Guangshan wile his way onto Lan sect territory. Such danger! Such opportunity! And, of course, the Lan sect could have one of the eggs, if any such cultivator managed to bring them both back.
Wei Wuxian shakes his head at the memory. A shame, then, that Wei Wuxian will be the only one to reach the dragon, and that he’ll be bringing no eggs back for anyone’s coffers (if they even exist at all!).
Around him, the mountain’s fog grows unnaturally dense and heavy—just like Lan Xichen told him it would. He grins triumphantly. Soft blue droplets of spiritual energy plick like rain onto his arms and body as he flies through a barrier shielding the peak of the mountain. It’s too old and attached to the land to remove without consequence, Lan Xichen had said. It will only allow someone of high morals and pure intentions to pass through. And then! The Lan sect leader winked at him!
Wei Wuxian scratches his nose and focuses on flying. As the fog lifts, revealing the rocky cliffs near the peak, he raises his cultivation higher until Suibian is buzzing softly under his feet and the cold yin energy of the mountains steams off of his skin. Up this high, the mountain’s rock face has been scored, little moist rivulets as if eroded by rain. If Wei Wuxian didn’t already have dragon on his mind, he may not have thought twice about them.
He focuses his senses, searching for any unnaturally high collections of energy inside of the mountain, eventually swooping and landing at the cliff’s edge of a cave. It’s hidden down, as if dug by some giant mountain worm. Sensing no killing intent within, Wei Wuxian lights a talisman and sends it forward.
There’s very little inside. Claw marks on the floor. A musky animal scent that permeates from everywhere. Nonsensically, some old scrolls and books lay in neat little piles. One of them lists every single rule of the Lan sect, and Wei Wuxian puts it back quickly in disgust. Of all the boring things to find in a dragon’s lair! What about treasures? Stolen virgins (he does not count himself as one, obviously). Eggs?
Wei Wuxian scratches at the top of his head, following the glowing talisman deeper into the cave until he finds the edge of a massive nest. It’s old but lovingly crafted; the evergreen branches are flaking and brittle, wild grasses dead and brown, the flowers woven alongside everything withered and dry. He dare not touch it. Instead, he pulls out his nub of charcoal and tanned hide booklet, sketching everything with precise wrist flicks.
After, he snaps his book closed and sighs, speaking aloud, “Jin-zongzhu will be so disappointed! Ah, it’s what he deserves.”
Wei Wuxian cannot staunch all of his curiosity. He goes on his tip-toes to peer over the edge of the nest, leaning on it lighter than a dragonfly. “Oh? Well, that makes sense!”
Give or take thirty years, maybe, whoever told those rumors may have been correct. Inside of the nest are the cracked remnants of two eggs. Their shells, even broken, are ethereal, iridescent and robin’s egg blue. A low throb of power remains attached to them—as old as the barrier around the peak and very dangerous.
Wei Wuxian hums to himself. They’d make a fine seal of power, imbued with so much natural energy from the mountain and the dragons themselves. He licks his lips once, then draws away from the nest. Only a few steps, far enough away to be able to hold his book open to draw an image of the scattered pieces. The talisman floats by his shoulder, giving the pages an eerie red wash.
“Well!” he chirps, tucking his book away once done. “Hopefully you’re both living very fine lives by now and nobody else ever stumbles upon this place with good intentions. This Wei Ying will leave you and be on his way now, ah? I saw nothing; I report nothing, everyone goes back to their normal lives and—”
Ominously, rocks fall from the mouth of the cave inward, disturbed suddenly by something. Wei Wuxian whirls with Suibian unsheathed, knocking the rocks that bounce inside into explosions of powdery nothing. The hiss of a massive, heaving creature comes nearer to the mouth of the cave. Wei Wuxian glances over his shoulder for an escape and sees nothing but cold rock. Ah, so this is why foxes dig exit holes in the backs of their dens.
At the last second, he tosses Suibian to the side and stands completely disarmed, dialing his cultivation all the way down to nothing and snuffing out the talisman. He also halfway considers jumping into the nest, but. Judging by the loud snuffling and breathing sounds, the dragon already knows he’s here. Her head twists into view at the entrance, followed by her neck and then her two front feet, claws clicking smoothly on the stone below.
Automatically, Wei Wuxian bows low. He holds the bow despite the back of his neck growing taut with fear, his inner knees and armpits prickling with sweat. The dragon pauses its slow creep towards him as he does so, making no sound.
“My name is Wei Ying, courtesy Wei Wuxian, first disciple of the Yunmeng Jiang sect,” Wei Wuxian introduces, lifting his head and showing his palms. He laughs quickly, unable to stop the rise of hysteria when his eyes meet the golden slits of the dragon above him, its pupils dilating.
“I… really hope you aren’t going to eat me,” he continues. “I’m all gristle. Not very good for that sort of thing. But if you would sit there and let me draw you, that would be a much better idea. Ah?” Slowly, he goes for his belt and the booklet and nub, wagging them at the dragon. “You’re very beautiful, after all.”
He means it. She’s white all over except for the pale blue of her belly and throat and paws, whiskers and white ruff flowing constantly with the same magic that allows her to fly without wings. Wei Wuxian opens the booklet, musing to himself. She seems to be observing him in return. Her unnatural stillness and piercing gaze belies intelligence, until the first press of his charcoal down onto the page. The growl she lets out vibrates down into the bones within his chest. “Easy, easy,” he murmurs, as if soothing a horse. Which. She’s a bit taller than the biggest Jiang carting horse, and of course much longer. At his words, she stills again.
Wei Wuxian relaxes minutely. Intelligence means escape—talking to or annoying people into doing what he wants happens to be his specialty. A dragon could prove to be no different. While his hand jumps all over the page, she shakes out her ruff and the fluffy end of her tail and walks even closer, the long middle of her body swaying. Every inhale wooshes; each exhale heats the air between them. In furtive glances, he draws the dark intelligence in her eyes, the widening pools of her pupils, the shading of redness around each golden iris—how drool has started dripping from the corners of her mouth. Wei Wuxian’s thighs tighten. He fights the urge to take multiple steps back.
By the time she’s close enough to bend her muzzle to the top of his head, he’s scribbled out a barely passable sketch and his fingers are twitching for Suibian. After training as a cultivator under Yu Ziyuan for so many years, the frozen fear response of adrenaline has long since been beaten out of him. He counts each breath, asking casually, “Were those your eggs, back there?”
The dragon’s eyes shift away dismissively. She begins walking around him, head twisting over his shoulders and leaving a line of viscous drool across his chest. Their gazes are level, but the rest of her body continues moving, encircling him. Trapping him.
Their eyes meet again. She shakes her head once, deliberately, no. “Are you going to eat me?” Again, no. The musky smell off her body is making him dizzy, cut through with something smokier, colder. Sandalwood? A low rumble goes through her directly into his chest. He spreads his fingers wide, laughing nervously as her nose pokes against his neck and then down his body to between his legs, where she breathes in. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen, taking a sudden step back and into the hard softness of her body.
“Wait—” he begins. In front of him, the end of her body lifts, tail twisting sideways to reveal a swollen, oozing slit. “You’re. Entire villages have been evacuated because of you.” This dragon has intelligence. It can speak to him, if not in words. He thinks of the warmer seasons, when the Jiang marshes and Nie mountains are full of cries and chirps and screeches of all manner. Why should dragons be any different? “Is it—your mating season? You’re in heat?”
The dragon huffs at him. She nips the folds of his robes and slings him down forward by his chest. He catches himself in an awkward sprawl, legs spread wide, face right next to the dripping slit. The sweet odor of it reminds him of his own scent before he comes. Has she been desperate? Are there no male dragons left for her to mate with?
As he’s pondering, claws dig into the back of his robes and tear up, exposing him from behind. He yelps as he’s bared to the cold air, their positions reversed so her belly and slit are tucked in front of him. Although the stone is cold under his hands and knees, her body pulses with heat, bathing him in it. To scramble forward would be to ruin his knees; he's got no idea why she'd want him naked and facedown anyways, his brain moving so fast his body goes completely still.
The dragon makes another sound, a grumble growl of hunger, and spreads his cheeks wide open with her claws. He hisses. In the same moment that the pinpricks of pain pierce him, her tongue dips against his hole, a warm swipe massaging where he's confusingly sensitive. “Ah!” he shouts. “W-wait, why are you—”
Wei Wuxian can’t go forward with the claws holding him, and he can’t go up without bumping his head against her body. Something wet drips onto him. He muffles a whine into his elbow before looking up. Her slit has opened, revealing the pink insides and two openings on each side. As he watches, two small appendages start to emerge. They grow and grow, ridged and dripping, until their shape becomes unmistakably phallic. Wei Wuxian winces back as they throb, leering dangerously close to his face and mouth. He’s made a mistake.
“You’re male,” Wei Wuxian says wretchedly. He’s twitching back there against each flick of the dragon’s tongue and the heat is blistering through the rest of his body. It suddenly spears into him, pulsing across somewhere intensely sensitive. “Mmm—ahhh!” he strangles out, lurching forwards right into the dragon’s two cocks. Turning his head, he accidentally licks a bit of the slime that smeared off of one onto his lips and tries to close his legs.
The dragon hasn’t even paused for breath, making him absurdly wet and slippery feeling inside and out, drool thick and hot. “Stop,” he gasps, “Stop, it’s too much, too much!” He works his hole, not knowing what else to do, and the dragon’s hips twitch forward.
Wei Wuxian turns his head again. One of the cocks still manages to catch on the corner of his mouth, smearing slick across his bottom lip and cheek. He blushes harder than he ever has in his entire life. If he allows it, this dragon will definitely try to put one or both of those in his mouth!
“Why are you doing this!” Wei Wuxian gasp-yells, clenching down as hard as he can on the tongue. The dragon just works it through the tight clutch of muscle, sending sparks flying up his spine. Against his rim, the dragon groans, and humps at his face.
This time, he’s mid-gasp himself. A giant cock pierces the back of his throat, painting his esophagus with globs of that slimy liquid, before pulling away. He coughs and swallows at the same time. Dreams of returning to Lotus Pier with a lofty swagger have long since faded from his mind. The little doodles he did seem childish now. How will he ever show them off knowing this is what followed?
Knowing that he got used like this by some huge creature that doesn’t seem to care whether he gags or coughs or cries? Wei Wuxian lowers himself down onto his hands, head bowed. This way he can no longer be face fucked. The dragon rumbles against him and pulls its mouth away from his ass. He flexes around the emptiness, tender and sore. A small hiccup hitches out of him.
The dragon turns around and uses a single claw to roll him over. He covers his face for a moment before glaring openly at the creature, embarrassment twisting in his belly. Nonplussed, the dragon bends his head, tongue flicking out over Wei Wuxian’s lips, tasting himself and reminding Wei Wuxian where he was just licking.
“Don’t treat me like this!” Wei Wuxian snaps, head spinning, pushing the velvety-soft muzzle away. “I’m Wei Wuxian, head disciple of the Yunmeng Jiang sect, master of the six arts! I didn’t come here to get—molested! By some brute like you! What sort of dragon performs cutsleeve acts on the floor of a cave with a complete stranger—you can’t even speak to defend yourself, either. This is so—ah! Don’t!”
The dragon, having listened to his entire tirade as blank-faced as its reptilian face can get, suddenly bites down on the robes still tied across Wei Wuxian’s chest and shreds them apart and open. Wei Wuxian clings furiously to the two pieces and yanks them closed again, blushing. He thinks of Suibian and calling her into his hand as the dragon puffs hot air at him, like he’s being funny trying to protect his modesty.
Who said I do not speak? The voice rumbles right into Wei Wuxian’s skull. While Wei Wuxian clings, briefly struck silent, to the remainder of the robes over his chest, the dragon knocks his knees apart with its muzzle. The voice continues, with some censure, I apologize. I cannot entirely control myself when I am like this.
Wei Wuxian blink-blinks. It’s kind of a nice voice, huh. He doesn’t know what he would do if the voice happened to be ancient or garbled, as he once imagined. “I was right? You need a mate?”
It is natural to react, the dragon replies confusingly. His tongue tickles the tip of Wei Wuxian’s half-hard dick; in response, Wei Wuxian flinches automatically with pleasure. The dragon continues, You do not like my taste? I enjoyed yours.
Wei Wuxian gasps, lurching a little when the dragon breathes that dangerously hot air against his balls and lower, where his arousal has gathered; the aching desire to continue being eaten out is almost as surprising as how much comfort he feels in finally being spoken to. But he shouldn’t forget himself that easily. This is still a dragon.
“I’d rather you didn’t shove them into my mouth without asking,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. “Beast. Do you have a name? A greeting would have been nice.”
Amusement oils the next words into his mind, You may call me Lan Zhan. A pause. Allow me to put my cocks into your mouth?
Wei Wuxian covers his nipples and crosses his legs, eyes squeezing shut. He wishes he could somehow close the part of his brain that understands speech as well. That dragon just said cocks and it was so—so hot! “No,” he snaps, turning his head away but peeking one eye open.
Lan Zhan’s gaze darkens again, red-tinged around the white edges of his eyes. His pupils dilate. A growl shakes the cave around them. Wei Wuxian nearly calls Suibian before Lan Zhan fwumps his neck and head down so he can shove his tongue back into the tight crease of Wei Wuxian’s ass, pushing insistently until he butterflies his legs open with a moan. Like this, Wei Wuxian can watch the motions of Lan Zhan going deeper, biting his lip and whimpering little breaths in the bottom of his throat. His cock, softened slightly, fills back to full hardness and beads with precome.
From where Lan Zhan has curled the length of his body, Wei Wuxian can see the twin cocks still pushed from their slit and drooling onto the stone below. Unbidden, a vision of them replacing the tongue inside slices through his thoughts. One of his hands shoots down, grabbing and holding his dick because he’s gonna come. It jerks, thickening up in his grip. Lan Zhan thinks at him again: inside, inside, inside. The two of them twined together, mating, pleasure to make them both ascend to the heavens.
“No, you can’t,” he gasps, breaths humid against his palm as he mashes his hand to his face, unable to contain how much he’s feeling. “You’re too—ahhfuckcoming!”
Lan Zhan leaves one last sloppy lick against his pulsing hole and then drinks up the release splashed across Wei Wuxian’s heaving, concaving belly. Colors swirl in Wei Wuxian’s vision. Small blue lights, like the energy of the mountain’s barrier, float around them, illuminating the darkness of the cave. Ah, that’s what he was seeing. There’s a loud heave of movement—Lan Zhan is breathing louder, eager-sounding. It trills a burst of fear through Wei Wuxian. If Lan Zhan were a dog, surely he’d be panting. Before his mind can go any further down that rabbit hole, his eyes cross, realizing the two cocks are hanging down heavy over his face.
Lan Zhan’s body is so long, he must twist off to the side to be able to achieve this position. It doesn’t seem very comfortable. Wei Wuxian hesitates to touch the cocks, but Lan Zhan hasn’t yet shoved them in his mouth, so at least he’s listening and being polite. It gives Wei Wuxian time to think, mind projecting to all the different spring books he’s ever seen in his life. He swallows and asks, voice hoarse already, “Can you get in a different position?”
Awareness, like the confused hum following a question, seeps across his mind.
“I’ll suck you,” he clarifies. “That’s what you want, right?”
With a low growl of mn, Lan Zhan steps over Wei Wuxian’s face to turn and sits up against the cave wall, body looping twice as he holds himself upright. Wei Wuxian goes and sits on his bare knees in front of him. He’s suffered worse.
Do not do it if you think of it as suffering, Lan Zhan replies, eyes narrowing above him.
That makes Wei Wuxian laugh and shake his head. “Even you cannot make me do something I do not truly wish to do.” Lan Zhan’s eyes narrow even further. A hot lick of emotion touches Wei Wuxian briefly, then gets tucked away.
Shaking his head again, Wei Wuxian takes a moment to let down his hair and re-tie it as tight as it can go. He spends these transitional moments trying to rationalize why the sight of the heavy dragon cocks engorged out of their slit is making his stomach growl, mouth water, and balls tighten with arousal. Another breathy giggle escapes him. His hand wanders down the smooth, shiny bands of Lan Zhan’s underbelly to the hot, dripping slit. Scooping, he tests the weight of one cock. Like a turgid white radish. It leaks sticky on him.
“Don’t worry,” Wei Wuxian demurs, soothing. “This Wei Ying will take good care of each little Lan Zhan.”
He sucks the tip in. Lan Zhan, with a fierce growl, bucks his hips and hits the back of Wei Wuxian’s throat immediately. His esophagus contracts, making an embarrassing hurk sound as he gags. The dragon pulls slightly out, then thrusts back in again. Teary-eyed, Wei Wuxian’s hand frantically grabs around the cock and holds it tight around one of the ridges. Unfortunately, this tight grip only seems to spur Lan Zhan on. He quickly ruts against Wei Wuxian’s face.
The other cock rubs against his cheek and ear, and he switches them out when Lan Zhan will allow it. Wei Wuxian forgets theory and the images of all the spring books he’s ever seen; he went to some dark and quiet place after Lan Zhan put one giant clawed paw onto the back of his head and used it to push. Every time he chokes, Lan Zhan lets out a low, soothing noise of his own, musical rumbles like praise. Like, good boy, gag some more around me.
Enough, Wei Ying, the dragon says after a shimmery amount of time.
Wei Wuxian’s jaw creaks as the claws tighten to peel him off the cock, mouth and throat softened and slick. He takes quick, gurgly gulps of fresh air, lips throbbing. The darkness slowly opens back to light as he becomes aware of the stiffness of his spine, lower back and knees needling pain. But he thinks if he touched himself right now, he would come within two strokes. His thighs tense as he holds himself off. Lan Zhan nuzzles against his cheek and twines his upper body around Wei Wuxian’s. I will go inside of you now.
Wei Wuxian shudders. Something about him has been irreparably changed. Arousal builds in his cock and balls, as usual, but there is an emptiness inside, where he hadn’t realized he could be filled. Where he hadn’t realized he could ache, and want. “Be gentle with me,” Wei Wuxian says, voice like grinding two rocks together. “I’ve never done this before.”
Lan Zhan’s head hangs over his shoulder, whisker tickling his cheek. He peers at Wei Wuxian with one hunger-filled golden eye, nudging at his raw lips with a sort of tenderness. It will be even more difficult for me to control myself once I am inside, he says. The way he’s holding Wei Wuxian up underneath his arms, he seems to intend to spear him directly on one or both cocks. Wei Wuxian trembles. “J-just one, I think. The first time. Yeah? Lan Zhan, have mercy.”
You will learn, Lan Zhan replies, ominous. Then he lowers Wei Wuxian down, held within the warm grip of his body, both of them panting and excited in their own ways. The tip of the first cock slides up, catching on his hole. Wei Wuxian squirms on it; Lan Zhan groans encouragingly. From the view Wei Wuxian has of the dragon over his shoulder, he sees as the next crest of heat overtakes him. Drool slips from between the peaks of Lan Zhan’s teeth, sliding down Wei Wuxian’s chest. He growls, pupils blown wide into unseeing pools.
Wei Wuxian gasps, “Lan Zhan—” and it breaks off to a squeak when Lan Zhan drops him to meet the thrust of his first cock.
Words abandon him. Wei Wuxian tries to shoot upright to escape the burning shaft and cannot, impaled and trapped as he is with his legs swinging rather uselessly in midair. He moans helplessly. “Lan Zhan! Too big! Take it out!” His chest shakes with every breath, Is he crying? He’s too warm everywhere, unable to tell.
Apologies, Lan Zhan says again, strangled even in Wei Wuxian’s mind. I cannot—I must—
Wei Wuxian digs fingers into the soft hard flesh of Lan Zhan’s body where it's wrapped around his middle, trying desperately to catch his breath. He throws his head back as Lan Zhan begins to pump into him. It stirs up some of the wetness inside where Lan Zhan ate him out. The cock, too, pours warm globlets in. Before Wei Wuxian can even fully process what has happened, the slide slickens up enough to lessen the burning stretch of it, and Lan Zhan fits in more.
“Don’t do this,” Wei Wuxian babbles, struggling lightly. “I’m a virgin, gege, I’m not, we can’t do it like this.”
How would you prefer we do it? Lan Zhan replies, winded but slightly more cognizant now that he’s been inside for longer than a few seconds. Wei Wuxian winces again when Lan Zhan grows bigger inside at the mention of him being a virgin, gege. Wei Wuxian shakily flings a piece of sweaty hair off of his shoulder and back in line with the rest. He arches his back, body aching, and knows what he wants. “You’re holding me so tightly, gege. Think you can let me go? Sit me on top?”
Lan Zhan sends a flicker of an image to ensure they’re both thinking of the same position. Wei Wuxian nods frantically, a bit abashed at how Lan Zhan imagined him: flushed down to his navel, dripping in sweat, eyes huge and hungry, dark nipples tight. Gently, Lan Zhan unwinds, letting Wei Wuxian cling to his belly instead. He loops up, like he did before, to remain close.
Wei Wuxian presses both palms to Lan Zhan’s scalding stomach, taking a moment to catch his breath. It won’t be long to savor this. Surely, another wave of heat will strike Lan Zhan and he will be unable to control himself. They stare at each other.
Wei Ying, Lan Zhan says, voice heavy with subtext and praise.
Flinging his ponytail back again to catch onto the sheen of sweat across his shoulders, Wei Wuxian gives him a bold little smile and begins sitting up straight. The grin falters as he slides back deeper onto the cock. Lan Zhan watches intently as he struggles with it, before ordering, touch yourself. Without thinking, Wei Wuxian does so. He rolls his hand fully down the soft squeeze of his own cock while writhing further onto Lan Zhan’s. “It’s too hard,” he gasps, overfull even though he has more to go.
You asked for this, Lan Zhan reminds him.
“I didn’t!” Wei Wuxian cries. “You came in here—tore my clothes off—stuck your tongue inside of me! M-made me come. Made me like this. I never would have done anything like this in my life if you hadn’t—” He gasps as his ass touches Lan Zhan’s underbelly all of a sudden, fully seated. Automatically, he reaches down to touch where the fullness has gone so deep, and jolts when his free hand brushes against the bulge poking out his belly from inside. Head bowing, he groans, “Ohhh, fuck.”
Lan Zhan makes a crooning, agreeable sound. Wei Wuxian tilts his hips forward and tries to rise up onto his knees, to get more of that friction, to fuck himself like his instincts are telling him to do. But he can barely inch off the cock. He whines in frustration. Easy, Lan Zhan says. The fluffy end of his tail brushes across Wei Wuxian’s middle, teasing the throbbing end of his cock, and wraps around him.
Wei Wuxian sighs happily—he did miss being held, although now he’s in much the same position as before, with Lan Zhan able to lift and move him at will. He finds—maybe he doesn’t mind it so much? His hips roll of their own accord, following the natural rhythm his body craves. The tail offers leverage, easing the strain of his thighs and knees. “Like that, yeah,” he sighs, pleasure building the more he rides.
Lan Zhan sends him an image of how he looks: fucking himself on Lan Zhan’s cock like he was made for it, mouth hanging open as he pants with abandon. He remembers working his hole around Lan Zhan’s tongue and how good it felt and does so again. They both flinch; Lan Zhan’s lips pull back from his teeth, a low growl slipping through. Wei Wuxian can feel every single ridge rubbing raw against his inner walls. Rubbing, all of a sudden, over the sensitive little nub Lan Zhan found earlier and then never again.
Wei Wuxian’s entire cock pulses wildly alongside his heartbeat. Touch yourself, Lan Zhan demands. Wei Wuxian sobs, obeying as fast as he can. When he strokes down his length to the tip, he finds it dripping constantly with every push across that spot. The liquid pools onto Lan Zhan’s belly, oozing down his body. Wei Wuxian strips his cock, fucking his fist frantically, so close to the best orgasm of his life that he can’t focus on or see anything else, doesn’t notice the haze falling over Lan Zhan’s expression. The riding is no longer enough for him.
Wei Wuxian, somehow, gets dumped back down onto all fours. He wails. The images Lan Zhan sends next are blood smeared, full of unrestrained wildness. They are all of Wei Wuxian: his broad shoulders bitten and clawed, the twin globes of his ass marked much the same, his hole stretched around two cocks and taut to the point where it looks like it will break. He moans down into the damp crease of his elbow as Lan Zhan snarls and mounts him. The first cock goes in smoothly, returning where it's already made a home. The second one catches, but then just rubs uselessly against the soreness of his ass.
“Both,” he moans wretchedly. “I want them both! Like you showed me—I want them—”
Grinding on top of him, Lan Zhan has gone even deeper, but he’s still missing that spot. Wei Wuxian sobs, cock spitting up a little dribble in memory of before. He plants both hands down onto the stone and glares up at Lan Zhan, twisted backwards to watch himself fucking Wei Wuxian. “I can take it gege, I can, I promise.”
The empty, only-live-to-fuck look clears from Lan Zhan’s expression again. Earlier, you said you could not take even one. He continues drilling that one cock into Wei Wuxian as his hole goes practically numb from it. It is forbidden to lie. Wei Wuxian shivers, clenching down in retaliation for the teasing lilt in the dragon’s voice. He smirks when Lan Zhan snarls as his hips stutter in their rhythm.
“Keep going with just the one, and I’ll make you come—and then I’ll leave—and you’ll never know what it’s like for me to take both,” Wei Wuxian says, panting and looking obstinately up at Lan Zhan. His golden core burns bright, muscles reenergizing. Power flows through him; he flexes his inner muscles and rolls back into Lan Zhan’s thrusts, watching as the dragon struggles to continue speaking and hold his pace. He sighs again, groaning as Lan Zhan slams into him particularly hard. “I know it feels good inside of me, gege. Let them both have a chance…”
You do not know what you’re asking for, Lan Zhan replies, gritting out the words even in the mind space. Wei Wuxian arches his back as far as possible and wiggles his ass shamelessly. He’s never thought about his ass in any sort of sexual way, but marked up and stuffed full from Lan Zhan’s point of view, it did look rather tempting. ”So what… you’ve already ruined me, gege. I’ll never be the same, I’ll never want anyone else ever again.” Blinking at himself, he realizes he’s telling the truth. Lan Zhan senses it, too.
With a gut-twisting snarl, Lan Zhan rears his hips back far enough for the second cock to align and become flush with the second. Both their tips rest comfortably in the soft gape of Wei Wuxian’s hole, before sinking in together.
Wei Wuxian bites down onto his own forearm, the low noise that trembles out him just as animalistic as Lan Zhan’s groans. About halfway, Lan Zhan loses his wits for a slow, gentle opening. He plunges them both inside at once. Wei Wuxian’s vision whites out. If he screams, he does so without any sound. The swollen spot inside of him gets rubbed against mercilessly and his cock, also swelled to the point of hurting, begins to jerk and come without permission.
Lan Zhan pulls the front of his body backwards until his spine arches toward the ceiling and he can sink his front claws into Wei Wuxian’s hips. “LanZhan, LanZhan,” Wei Wuxian slurs. He paws weakly at the ground. “Feels so much, I—I can’t even—” His hole throbs softly, unable to even try and clench anymore. “Finish in me—I wanna take you home with me, gege, carry you inside of me for—”
Teeth sink into his shoulder, a savage bite that bursts pain into heat into warmth. Wei Wuxian surprises himself by shrieking loudly, cock dripping a few more droplets of spend, as Lan Zhan licks the bite and stiffens and then spills a flood deep inside of him. Wei Wuxian grabs a hold of his belly as it swells with cum. He lays there, gasping like a fish out of water, until Lan Zhan deigns to pull out. The wet slurp that follows is truly embarrassing—but Lan Zhan sends an image of the gaping pink rawness of his hole and the creamy gush bubbling out, rumbling with approval.
His tongue flicks out, brushing against Wei Wuxian’s puffy rim. Amusement rolls through him as Wei Wuxian gasps and full-body flinches. “Enough, you beast,” he says. “Aiya, this bite! How could you!”
Lan Zhan doesn’t reply. There’s suddenly a brighter light up the walls of the cave, brighter than the blue sparks Lan Zhan summoned for them earlier, and then the most handsome man Wei Wuxian has ever seen is crouching next to him and patting at the bite with a white handkerchief.
“You were not all gristle,” this man—Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen’s younger brother, says.
Wei Wuxian stares at him, mouth open, until Lan Zhan’s face softens into a little smile and he squeezes at the bite, making Wei Wuxian wince. “Ow! Y-you! Lan Xichen practically served me to his brother on a silver platter! His brother, a dragon! You could have killed me! Ow!” He lays back down on his side and covers up his burning face, willing his golden core to work faster to heal whatever taking two massive dragon dicks did to his asshole. “This is so…”
Lan Zhan pets his hair. “Brother is meddlesome,” he agrees. “I apologize. Does it hurt badly?”
“Yes, of course,” Wei Wuxian moans. He peeks at Lan Zhan, somehow dressed fully in his Lan sect robes post dragon-shift, and crinkles his brow scoldingly. “Take responsibility. I made a big scene about coming here just in case there was a dragon and some eggs because nobody should have any business bothering them, but all I got was one of the Twin Jades in dragon form trying to fuck me to death during his heat.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan replies, staring down at him with complete fondness. “I believe we must be married, now. Dragons mate for life.” He takes off his outermost layer and drapes it over Wei Wuxian’s sweat and cum-covered form while Wei Wuxian chokes and coughs, “Excuse me!?”
Lan Zhan nods at him. “Have you met my uncle, Lan Qiren?”
Wei Wuxian covers his face again, forced to think of Lan Zhan’s family while cum continues oozing out of his ass, belly sloshing full of it. He just did so many dirty things at once, and now he’s to be married to a dragon who is actually a gorgeous man when he didn’t even know he was a cutsleeve. Whining, he nods slowly. Tilts his head up at Lan Zhan. “Before we get married, can I ask you something?”
Rather pathetically, Wei Wuxian manages to sit upright. Lan Zhan watches him just as intently as he did in dragon form, head dipping in agreement. Wei Wuxian sidles closer, touching a hand to Lan Zhan’s chest, hot enough that it burns him through the five layers that remained on. Underneath them, his future husband’s heart is racing. “Will you kiss me?”
Lan Zhan breaths out a soft laugh at him through his nose. “I will do anything you ask from now on,” he says, leaning in so their lips barely touch, eyes burning with passion. “Starting with this.”
They kiss.
THE END
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