Wei WuXian, “Yes.” He gently took Lan WangJi into his lips.
Making sure to not bite Lan WangJi with his teeth, he carefully wrapped him inside his mouth. As he tried to swallow as deeply as possible, he felt a bit strained with it rubbing against his throat. Lan WangJi noticed his discomfort at once and reached out to push him away, worried that he was forcing himself, “Enough.”
Wei WuXian moved his hand away and started to slowly suck on it.
Lan WangJi, “You…”
Soon he was no longer able to say anything.
The number of pornographic collections that Wei WuXian had read ever since he was young could add up to fill a whole room in the GusuLan Sect’s Library Pavilion. As he was also quite a clever person, he used his lips and tongue according to what he’d seen and learned, diligently attending to the burning erection. With the most sensitive part of his body held inside warm, moist lips and treated with such effort, it was terribly tormenting just for Lan WangJi to control himself from doing some awful act of violence.
Wei WuXian felt Lan WangJi’s breaths become faster. The fingers that gripped his shoulders tightened as well. Speeding up, just as his cheeks and his neck were starting to feel sore, he finally felt a warm stream pour into his throat.
The fluid was thick and steaming, full of the strong odor of musk. As it suddenly hit the walls of his throat, Wei WuXian choked on it and immediately let the shaft out of his mouth. Lan WangJi patted on his back as he coughed, speaking in a surprisingly discomposed manner, “Spit it out, quick. Spit it out.”
Wei WuXian covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head. A while later, he took his hand away and stuck out his tongue toward Lan WangJi, showing him the inside of his mouth, “I swallowed it.”
The tip of his tongue was a bright red while his lips crimson, corners brimming with a speck of white and many traces of a smile. Lan WangJi stared at him blankly, unable to produce any words.
He was one of the most disciplined cultivators, yet at the moment, his usually cold composure was completely crushed. Even the tips of his eyes and brows were tinted a soft shade of pink. With a few touches of color added, it made him seem as if he’d been bullied in some cruel way. Seeing his appearance, Wei WuXian was more than delighted. Stripped to the waist, he put his arms around Lan WangJi’s shoulders, kissing the corners of his lips and the lids of his eyes, “Good boy, don’t be scared. Next time, when it’s your turn to taste mine, you’ll need to perform as good as this, understood?”
His lips were stained with Lan WangJi’s ejaculation. After the kiss, it dotted the corner of Lan WangJi’s lips as well. On top of his somewhat glazed expression, he seemed quite pitiful. Wei WuXian kissed him again, “Lan Zhan, I love you so much.”
Lan WangJi turned to him slowly.
Wei WuXian didn’t know if it was an illusion or not, but there seemed to be a layer of red over his eyes.
Wei WuXian didn’t notice the forced, almost insufferable endurance in his gaze. He thought he hadn’t had enough yet, adding, “Let’s forever be like this from now on, yeah?”
Suddenly, Lan WangJi flipped him over and forced him down onto the grass.
In the instant, the two switched positions. As he felt Lan WangJi begin to bite all over his body, Wei WuXian pushed his head away with a grin, “There’s no need to hurry so much. I said next time you can…” With a sudden throb from below, he exclaimed with an ‘ah’, frowning slightly, “Lan Zhan, what did you put inside?”
He could tell that it was someone’s slim finger, only asking out of convenience. Involuntarily, he drew his legs together, but the foreign sensation felt even stronger. The second finger went in as well.
Wei WuXian had viewed quite the selection of pornography, but he hadn’t seen any on the topic of homosexuality. He never thought he had such interests or was curious about it, and thus he naturally thought that was all there was to the love-making between men—kissing, hugging, at most with hands or lips. As he was pressed onto the ground by Lan WangJi, being massaged finger by finger, he finally managed to realize that it wasn’t the case. On top of the slight pain, he found it somewhat surprising and perhaps funny as well.
But at the addition of the third finger, Wei WuXian couldn’t laugh any longer.
He was already feeling quite sore and uncomfortable, yet the three fingers were still quite a few sizes smaller than what he’d been swallowing. He interrupted, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, uh, s-stop for a bit. Is it really alright like this? You sure you didn’t get it wrong? It’s here? I think it’s a bit…”
But it seemed like Lan WangJi was no longer able to listen to Wei WuXian’s words, curtly muffling Wei WuXian’s mouth with his own. Sinking down, he thrust inside.
Wei WuXian widened his eyes. His legs sprang up. The two lay flesh against flesh, their hearts and their breaths racing.
Lan WangJi’s voice was hoarse, “… Sorry… I could not hold back.”
Seeing his blood-shot eyes, clearly from holding himself back, Wei WuXian knew that it was all because of his teasing. He clenched his teeth, “Don’t hold back if you can’t… Then what should I do now?”
Only out of desperation did Wei WuXian ask him of all people. Lan Wangji, “… Relax.”
Wei WuXian murmured, “Okay, relax, relax…”
He relaxed a bit, and Lan WangJi tried to push inside some more. Immediately, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but tense the muscles around his hips and abdomen.
Lan WangJi, “… Does it hurt?”
Arms clinging to him, Wei WuXian couldn’t help from shivering, holding back tears, “Yes, it’s my first time—of course it hurts.”
With this, he felt Lan WangJi grow harder within his body.
One could easily imagine what it’d feel like when the soft, fragile insides were forcefully invaded by a hard, foreign object. But the moment he thought of how Lan WangJi reacted to just those simple words of his, Wei WuXian burst out with a laugh again.
As a man, he knew how uncomfortable Lan WangJi felt right now, stuck inside yet still constraining himself from forcing his way in. Wei WuXian felt his heart go soft. He took the initiative to draw his neck forwards, whispering by his ear, “Lan Zhan, my good Lan Zhan, Er-gege, I’ll tell you what to do. Kiss me right now. It won’t hurt if you kiss me…”
A bright red flushed Lan WangJi’s fair earlobes.
He spoke through much difficulty, “… S-Stop calling me like that.”
Hearing that he even stammered a bit, Wei WuXian broke into laughter, “You don’t like it? Then I’ll call you something else. WangJi-didi*, Zhan-er, HanGuang, which one do you… Ahhhnmff!”
TN: Younger brother.
Biting his lips, Lan WangJi sent it all the way inside.
All of Wei WuXian’s cry was sealed within his throat as he clutched tight onto Lan WangJi’s shoulders, brows knitted, tears seeping from his eyes. His legs wrapped stiffly around Lan WangJi’s waist, afraid to move. Mind finally clearing up a bit, Lan WangJi breathed in a few times, “Sorry.”
Wei WuXian shook his head, forcing a smile, “You said before. Between you and me, there’s no need for this.”
Carefully, Lan WangJi went to kiss him, his movements somewhat clumsy. Wei WuXian closed his eyes, opening his mouth to let him in deep. After a while of tongues twirling around, out of the blur he saw the brand mark below Lan WangJi’s collarbone.