Lan WangJi seemed as if he’d been bitten by a poisonous snake, pulling violently. Wei WuXian felt a terrifying force sweep over. He couldn’t help from being pulled in.
Water splashed everywhere. Things had gotten out of hand. It was all the same, no matter who started it first. When Wei WuXian felt a bit more clear-headed, he was already sitting on Lan WangJi’s legs.
The two embraced and kissed each other in such a position for quite a long while. Wei WuXian’s arms were wrapped around Lan WangJi’s neck as they kissed wildly and inseparably. Suddenly, he exclaimed with an ‘ah.’
Opening his eyes, he wiped a tinge of blood from his lips as he scolded, “Lan Zhan! Why are you biting like a dog again?!”
His lips were kissed red in the first place. Stained with blood, they looked even more vivid. To his ill-timed dissatisfaction, Lan WangJi responded with another bite. Sore from all the biting and sucking, Wei WuXian frowned. He reached down again in vengeance and rubbed him hard again.
In all likelihood, nobody had ever done such a shamelessly brave act to Lan WangJi before. Once wasn’t even enough—Wei WuXian had to do it twice. His face changed immediately. The arm he embraced Wei WuXian with tightened, fingers leaving behind clear marks.
Wei WuXian grinned as he caught his breath, “How’s that? You angry yet? You don’t know this, Lan Zhan, but I love it when you’re angry…”
His tone was full of a fearless excitement. After he spoke, he pecked the corner of Lan WangJi’s lips and removed his drenched top.
Lan WangJi’s skin was so hot that he seemed like he’d burst into flames. One hand locked around WeiWuxian’s waist, he slammed the edge of the wooden tub with his other hand. It split into pieces at once. The room immediately turned into a mess, the sight unbearable to the eye.
The two couldn’t be less concerned with these unimportant things. Lan WangJi almost picked Wei WuXian up and threw him onto the bed. Just as Wei WuXian propped himself up a bit, he was immediately pressed down again. Lan WangJi’s gestures were more than fierce. He was nothing like the normal HanGuang-Jun, who was all righteous and sensible.
Wei WuXian’s back hurt from the collision. He yelped a few times, and Lan WangJi paused shortly. Wei WuXian immediately flipped around and pushed him onto the bed, holding him down as hard as he could. He said beside his ear, “I couldn’t tell you’d be so fierce in bed…”
The earlobe by his lips was white as jade. Wei WuXian couldn’t help himself from taking a soft bite. It was soft and cold. After he bit it, he took it into his mouth and sucked on it lightly. Lan WangJi’s fingers tightened around Wei WuXian shoulders.
The strength in his hands was abnormally strong. Wei WuXian immediately gasped from the squeeze. He turned to look at his shoulder, which was already lined with five scarlet marks. Seeing this, Wei WuXian shoved his thigh between Lan WangJi’s legs and pressed, pretending to threaten him, “What are you being so mean for? Careful, I…”
Right away, Lan WangJi reached towards Wei WuXian’s waist to untie his sash belt. Wei WuXian purposely wanted to tease him as he slapped his hand away and smirked, “HanGuang-Jun, so impatient?”
He didn’t know if it was a hallucination or not, but Lan WangJi’s eyes seemed to be bloodshot, almost glowing red. When he reached out again, Wei WuXian swiftly dodged to the side, “It’s not like I won’t take it off. I’ll do it myself.”
After he said it, he indeed untied his sash belt and took off his lower garments. Stark naked, he lowered himself on Lan WangJi again.
Both of the two were bare. Skin brushed against skin. With intimacy, they kissed, turning their heads. Wei WuXian pressed the back of Lan WangJi’s neck with his left hand, not letting him open up a single sliver of space between the two, biting and rubbing his lips. With his right hand, he chased down the graceful yet powerful lines of Lan WangJi’s back. When he felt the somewhat uneven scars, he stroked them tenderly with the tips of his fingers.
There was no less action on Lan WangJi’s part. Those fair, slender hands swam around Wei WuXian’s body with his distinct knuckles before lingering at his waist and his hips, forcefully rubbing the delicate skin at the end of Wei WuXian’s thighs. It was as though Wei WuXian had turned into a zither, plucked and strummed under the pair of hands. But the person who played him had not a single trace of the coldness and elegance of playing the seven-stringed zither. What Wei WuXian let out weren’t graceful zither notes either, but rather unbridled moans of pleasure.
However, Lan WangJi’s hands were just too strong, and he liked to pinch the sensitive regions as well. At first, Wei WuXian was able to enjoy it, but it soon became an unbearable throbbing. He gasped, moving his stinging, swollen lips away. His chest heaved up and down, “HanGuang-Jun, w-why are you like this after you take off your clothes? Where are you pinching? You really don’t deserve to be called a gentleman.”
Feigning disappointment, he removed the completely ungentlemanly hand of Lan WangJi’s. Lan WangJi let out a low growl, sounding quite dangerous. Wei WuXian, “Don’t be like this. Come on, I’ll let you pinch me. Pinch here.” As he spoke, he led Lan WangJi’s hand towards his lower region, laughing quietly as he mumbled, “Pinch however you want to. Use your muscles.”
Amidst the buzz, Wei WuXian felt he really had a self-taught obscenity when doing these things. But imagination was one thing, and action was another. He’d lived for two lives, and nobody had ever touched such a private part of his body aside from himself. When Lan WangJi’s burning palm really enveloped him, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but tremble, curling himself up slightly.
Yet, it felt too good being held within Lan WangJi’s fingers and caressed at such a rhythm. Soon, Wei WuXian unconsciously stretched his body, his arms climbing around Lan WangJi’s back and shoulders to offer his member to those hands. Lan WangJi’s movements quickened. Wei WuXian breathed shallowly, closing his eyes in pleasure. His fingers wanted to cling onto something but could only stroke Lan WangJi’s firm, bare back in vain. All of a sudden, he realized that he shouldn’t be the only one who was feeling this good, and so his right hand searched for Lan WangJi’s member as well.
Just as he touched it, Wei WuXian felt the hot, thick object swell a size larger, bouncing into his palm as hard as iron. Even touching it made his cheeks burn. He’d never thought he’d touch this particular region of a man. It was absolutely unimaginable. But whenever he remembered Lan WangJi was the one he was touching, Wei WuXian would become so excited, he almost couldn’t control his hands. He grabbed it, stroking it recklessly as he rubbed it with his slippery legs again and again.
Lan WangJi’s breaths suddenly became heavier, while what was in Wei WuXian’s hand also throbbed, growing even hotter. Beside their ears were each other’s insuppressible pants and Wei WuXian’s moans.
However long had passed, Wei WuXian felt all of the blood and pleasure in his body flood towards a single place. As his scalp tingled, a whimpering, almost broken voice leaked from his throat, “Lan… Lan Zhan, w-wait, I…” Before he could even finish, the dangerous pleasure exploded through him.
Wei WuXian’s voice froze. A moment of white flashed in his mind. Quite some time later, still dazed, he saw a few light traces on Lan WangJi’s taut abdominal muscles. He finally realized that he’d released already. On the other hand, Lan WangJi released almost the same time he did, sending forth the white fluid between Wei WuXian’s legs. As Wei WuXian moved, no matter how slightly, the embarrassing liquid slowly slid down, dripping onto his sensitive region. It felt extremely obvious. He could tell there was a mess even without looking at it. The viscosity felt a bit uncomfortable down his gluteal cleft, but what was more apparent was an incomparable sense of satisfaction.