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“Lan Zhan,” said Wei Wuxian, meandering into their bedroom that evening. Lan Wangji had been tuning his guqin, but without a word exchanged between them, he moved his hands out of the way as Wei Wuxian naturally took a seat in his lap.
Though he felt a flutter of excitement and happiness in his chest, as he always did when Wei Ying touched him, his sensibilities forced him to say, “Wei Ying. Manners.”
He was somewhat grateful when Wei Wuxian completely ignored him. “I saw Nie Huaisang in town,” said his precocious lover. “He gave me this. What do you think he means by it?”
Wangji observed the object in Wei Wuxian’s palm. It seemed to be a packet of medicine. Lan Wangji was deeply suspicious of Nie Huaisang as a person, but at the same time even now – after knowing everything that he had done – didn’t view him as much of a threat. Apart from the fact that Huaisang admired both him and Wei Ying, he was too much of a coward to actually want them dead. Whatever it was, it probably wasn’t good, but neither anything serious.
“He didn’t tell you?” he asked Wei Ying.
Wei Wuxian shrugged. “He just said ‘try it.’ He said I’d especially like it.” He turned his face up cutely to rest on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. “He said you’d be embarrassed.”
Wangji sighed. It was just the sort of answer he expected.
“Hey. Hey. Lan Zhan.” Wangji ignored him. “Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian wiggled around in the circle of Lan Wangji’s arms as he tried to resume his tuning. When Wangji ignored his pleas, he tried different poses and faces to appeal to him, and eventually turned himself around so he had wrapped his whole body around Wangji’s torso like a cat stuck in a tree. He grinned up at him with the mischievous face that Wangji both feared and found irresistible. “Let’s try it. Mm?”
Wangji sighed. In the end, unless he had a good reason, it was very hard for him to deny a request of Wei Wuxian. Especially one that might lead to intimacy with him, which Wangji was still sometimes too embarrassed to initiate himself.
“Mm,” he said.
Wei Wuxian let out a delighted little giggle and jumped up to bring the incense burner over to where Wangji was. He cutely bit his lip as he poured the substance into the burner and watched for a reaction. In the meantime, Wangji patiently put away his guqin, settling down to observe beside Wei Wuxian.
Wangji’s eyes drifted from the younger man’s delicate wrists resting on the table, to his slim waist and ample backside beneath it, to the slightly visible muscles of his neck and outline of his collarbone, with unruly locks of hair falling down around it. Even now, he was almost nervous to look at Wei Wuxian’s face directly for too long. It made his chest ache uncomfortably. But as he inhaled the pleasant scent given off by the powder, his eyes grew heavy and he indulged in tracing the lines of Wei Wuxian’s lips with his eyes.
Wei Ying grinned sweetly as he noticed his gaze. “Lan Zhan…I knew it. You are a lecher,” he teased, crawling over to Wangji and slipping his arms around his neck.
“I’m not,” Wangji said flatly, looking away from him.
“Mm…are you sure?” Wei Ying murmured softly, his lips approaching Wangji’s ear. Wangji’s lips parted and a thrill ran up his spine as he felt Wei Ying’s breath against his neck. “Lan Qiren would have a heart attack if he saw your face right now, Hanguang Jun. You really look like you could mount a passerby, you’re so turned on.”
Wangji’s jaw tightened. “Don’t just make up stories.”
“Hm? Don’t you know that’s what I’m best at?” Wei Wuxian punctuated this statement with an affectionate lick of the smooth edge of Wangji’s jaw. Wangji’s eyes fluttered closed as he tried to control the urge to throw Wei Wuxian down on the ground and mount him just as he accused. “Mmm…Lan Zhan…you’re so warm…”
He was surprised when, rather than continue his erotic advances, Wei Ying curled up contentedly against him. Even though his heart was pounding at Wei Ying’s sweetness, Wangji looked down at him curiously. Amazingly, he seemed to already be asleep.
Wangji sighed. This was what came of staying up half the night, he thought. He would normally have carried Wei Ying to bed, but when he even thought of it, his own eyes suddenly felt heavy. He encircled Wei Ying in his arms, but slowly his consciousness faded, and they lay asleep in each other’s arms on the floor.
…
He woke what seemed to be only moments later, but to a completely different sensation than the one he had fallen asleep to. Rather than the comfortable weight of the slender Wei Wuxian in his arms, he felt suffocated by a huge body wrapped around his own. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he shifted to view the one holding him. He blinked in shock to be met with his own face.
He inhaled a gasp and immediately whirled away, snatching up Bichen from the table. But before he could even think of drawing it, his arms felt heavy and he had to put it down on the ground. It was only then that he looked at his own hands. Rather than the wide and strong ones he was used to, he was currently looking down at the slender wrists he had been admiring just moments ago.
“Wow.”
He gasped and looked up at the “Lan Wangji” in front of him who was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow in a perfectly Wei Wuxian posture.
This Lan Wangji scratched the back of his neck in an uncouth manner. “Now I see what Nie Huaisang meant. You wouldn’t much like this would you?” He stifled a chuckle, utterly ruining the grace of Lan Wangji’s facial expression. “Lan Zhan…that is you, right? Are you okay?”
“Wei…Ying…?” Wanji murmured in shock.
Wei Wuxian, who was currently inhabiting Lan Wangji’s body as he was Wei Wuxian’s, let loose a stream of low-voiced, uncontrollable laughter that shook the actual Wangji to his core. He shuddered to see his own face nearly in tears with laughter.
As his laughter faded, Wei Ying sighed and sat up, folded his legs crassly and placed a contemplative hand under his chin. “Well jokes aside, this is really an interesting proposition. Self-cest, huh…I’ve never thought about it, but I guess I’ll try anything once. After all, when you’ve been an existence of pure soul, bodies do start to seem sort of arbitrary. Lan Zhan…? Are you all right?”
Lan Wangji’s breath was coming hard as he panicked simply about his inability to hold his own sword. It didn’t help seeing Wei Wuxian acting like an animal with his body, but this all contributed to make him feel incredibly vulnerable and worried about what would happen if this were permanent. He wouldn’t be able to protect Wei Wuxian. He felt a sudden surge of fear at the thought that, if that were the case, Wei Wuxian might not need him anymore.
“This…we have to reverse it,” he said, leaving Bichen on the floor and moving to take the heat off the incense.
His own hand reached out to stop him. “Oh, come now,” said Wei Wuxian, using Wangji’s low voice for his coquettish flirting. “It’s clearly just a shared dream we’re both having like before. Come here.”
Long fingers reached out and tilted up his chin. Wei Wuxian smirked at him suggestively with his own face. “Look. Isn’t it a nice view? I’m always telling you how handsome you are. Aren’t you jealous I get to look at you all the time?”
To Wangji’s shock, Wei Wuxian grasped the back of his head and pulled him down into a kiss. He jolted and struggled, but currently he was completely outmatched by the strength of the body he himself had cultivated. Fighting disgust at being kissed by himself, he also couldn’t help the thrill inside him at being forcefully held by Wei Wuxian, which was an utterly new experience. But this was too humiliating and he pulled away as soon as he could.
“Wei Ying!” he shouted, though Wei Wuxian still grasped his wrists and prevented him from getting fully away.
Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I wonder which way would be more fun. Role play as each other? Or be ourselves as we are? Either seems exciting to me. Ahh…” he sighed in Wangji’s own deep voice, rumbling through his now slender and fragile body. “…Lan Zhan this is rough…you’re so big down there it hurts to get hard. Look.”
Wei Wuxian cast his eyes down and, against his better judgement, Wangji followed his gaze to the noticeable tent he was making in his chang. He looked away as his face felt hot with shame. This whole new body of his felt far too warm. Heat and electricity was running up his spine and the center of his body was aching with every little move of Wei Wuxian’s. Was this normal?
“Oh…so this is how I look when I’m turned on. I’m really cute,” Wei Wuxian said, pulling him close again and this time devotedly kissing his neck. Wangji still struggled in vain, but his own arms gripped him like iron bars, and he could barely move.
“Stop…Wei Ying…!” he protested, pushing at his own rock-hard chest with shaking hands.
“Lan Zhan…this is bad, you’re really cute…do you really hate it that much?” he asked pitifully.
Even though it was his own face making such a shameful expression, Wangji’s heart softened as he thought about how much Wei Wuxian wanted him, even in the wrong body. “It’s…bizarre…who would like this?” he muttered in embarrassment.
“You’ve never wondered what I feel when you hold me?”
Wangji’s face suddenly felt far too hot. His head was filled with memories of the way, when he did it well, Wei Wuxian completely lost his composure as Wangji moved inside him. Just thinking of this made all sorts of places ache in Wei Wuxian’s slender body, sending waves of excitement through Wangji’s mind. He let out shuddering breaths as he tried to calm down, but found it difficult. This body wasn’t used to holding back its impulses.
As he was struggling with this barrage of erotic thoughts, suddenly a large and powerful hand curved around his ass. He yelped, again trying to get away but to no avail. “Wei Ying…you shameless…!” he accused.
But Wei Wuxian ignored him, heedlessly using Wangji’s long, dexterous fingers to seek out all the sensitive places in that part of his body. Wangji’s breath came in ragged pants.
“This…I don’t…” he struggled to protest. “Why…this way…?!”
Wei Wuxian chuckled as he realized Wangji’s objection. “You mean why are you on the bottom? Well, basically, because my body is used to it, and yours isn’t. I’d be fine the other way too, but trust me. Your ass will thank me tomorrow.”
“No…I can’t…”
“Mm? But you’re making awfully sweet faces for someone who ‘can’t,’” Wei Ying said, nuzzling against his neck and further robbing him of sentient thought. “I’ll tell you something good. You always dive right in, you know, and I love it. But sometimes I like to be teased. Like this…”
He used Wangji’s finger to trace a circle around an area that shouldn’t be touched by another human being. He gasped and strained against the grasp of his own hands. But after only two strokes like this, his back arched and one after another, shameless moans began to escape his mouth. He panted, trying to control himself, but each stroke of Wei Wuxian’s fingers around the sensitive hole filled his body with heat and desire that seemed ready to swallow him.
“N-…no…” he growled, but only able to cling harder to Wei Wuxian’s robes by way of protest.
“Hm? You want more already?” Even while keeping him grasped firmly against him with one hand, Wei Wuxian inserted two fingers into his mouth, drew them out and fumbled with his chang. “Naughty little Wei Ying,” he teased.
The next thing Wangji knew, all his mind was taken up by the sensation of a long, moist finger entering his body. He froze and unconsciously held his breath. This was wrong. It must be. And yet…only a moment after entering, Wei Ying’s finger pressed down on the spot that Wangji always aimed for when he thrust inside him.
“Ngh!”
The strength left his body and he collapsed against his own hard shoulder, struggling to catch his breath. Again and again Wei Ying ruthlessly attacked that magic spot which seemed to be a direct line to pleasure throughout his body. Far from just there, Wangji now felt his whole body was alive with sensation and he feared what would happen if Wei Wuxian touched him anywhere else.
“Wei Ying…” he gasped, trembling against him. “Take it…out…”
“Already? Nah, it’s a bit too soon, even for me,” Wei Wuxian joked, clearly purposefully misunderstanding Lan Wangji. “Here, try another finger first.”
With that, he doubled the harrowing sensation in Wangji’s body by adding another finger. While Wangji was still in shock, he began thrusting his fingers hard inside him.
“Ahh!” Wangji cried, beside himself with sensation and embarrassment. “You can’t…don’t…I’ll remember this…Wei Ying!”
“Ohoho, that’s scary for sure,” Wei Wuxian admitted, but didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he kissed Wangji all down his neck, even burying his face in his hair. “Sorry, Lan Zhan. Forgive me for embarrassing you like this. I just love you so much, I can’t help wanting to see every part of you.”
Wangji’s breath came raggedly as he clung to Wei Wuxian. He let his face fall against his shoulder, made utterly helpless by love for him. “You…don’t even know…how to do it well…” he protested softly.
Wei Wuxian gave a loud laugh with his mouth hanging open, utterly delighted. Wangji had to admit that even if it wasn’t the face he was used to, he loved that childish, enthusiastic laugh of his. “You said it, Lan Zhan. Now I have my pride as a man to consider too. So, how about it? Are you willing to be my Wei Ying, just this once?”
“…” Wangji felt his face flush as he considered his options. He swallowed, finally unable to deny the desire that Wei Wuxian had built inside him. He let his head rest on the larger and harder shoulder before him. “There’s only one Wei Ying,” he said softly. “I’ll remind you as soon as we wake up.”
“Ha ha! I don’t doubt it. And until then?”
“……you talk too much.”
Wei Wuxian grinned impishly at him, and wordlessly continued his teasing with fingers until Wangji’s knees gave out and he crumpled on top of him. At first it was unnerving, but as he got used to it, he realized there was a sweet and warm feeling to be held by someone larger. And frankly it was hard to think of anything but the fingers ruthlessly dragging moans out of him.
“Is it good? Tell me, Lan Zhan. Are my fingers hitting the good spot?”
“…shut up…” Wangji grunted.
“Don’t be like that. I’m getting so hard imagining what you’re feeling. I want to know. Am I opening up a new door for you? Do you want to make this a regular thing? Lan Zhan…” he breathed raggedly against his ear, sending even more pleasure shuddering through his body. “…don’t ignore me. If you do, I’ll kiss you.”
Saying this, and without even giving Wangji sufficient time to reply, he pressed his lips to Wangji’s and caressed and bit at them hungrily. Wangji – who normally liked to be in control when they kissed as well – was really starting to lose his composure. He had stopped struggling, but realized his hips were moving all on their own, echoing the movements of Wei Wuxian’s fingers. His back arched and muscles tensed as he tried to hold back from crying out, and more often failed. Was it always this overwhelming for Wei Wuxian?
“Ah…I can’t wait anymore…Lan Zhan, lay down on your stomach on the bed.”
“What?” Wangji demanded, his flush increasing at the thought of such a shameful posture.
“I promise, just trust me, you’ll prefer it that way. Come on. Up you get.”
He helped Wangji onto the bed and with barely a moment to spare, pulled down just enough of both their clothing to press his firm member against Wangji’s thoroughly teased hole.
“W-…wait…” he mumbled helplessly.
But as Wei Wuxian pressed his shoulder down against the bed with overwhelming forced, he slowly slid inch after inch of the hot meat inside him. Wangji couldn’t stop the odd noises of shock and pleasure from the feeling of being slowly impaled. Despite his objection, Wei Wuxian skillfully let him get used to each new sensation and paused again once the whole length was inside him.
“Whew,” he sighed, collapsing on top of him. “This is bad, Lan Zhan…I’m shaking…Can you feel? It’s so good inside you I can barely think. Ah…I’m going to cum if I move. Can you hang on for a minute while I think of something else?”
Wangji buried his face in the bed, at least agreeing with Wei Ying that this posture was probably the least embarrassing for him. “I told you. You don’t know how.”
“Well, chalk it up to lack of experience,” Wei Wuxian quipped back. But then he used the tips of his fingers to sexily cast Wangji’s hair out of the way of his neck in order to place soft kisses there. Wangji gasped and flinched, again burying his face. “But you’re going to give me lots of that right now, right? How does it feel taking the virginity of everyone’s darling, Wei Wuxian?”
Wangji flushed again as he realized that was true. It might be somewhat more shameful this way around, but this meant there was yet another thing that only he and Wei Ying shared. With this thought, he unconsciously twitched deep inside.
“Ah!” Wei Wuxian gasped. He took a moment to restore his breath, and Wangji could tell the hand holding him down was indeed shaking. “Lan Zhan…give me a break, huh? You’ve got to be a little less sexy or I won’t last. Ahh…but it’s a shame not to enjoy you acting so cute like this. Hey, let out more moans for me. Ok?”
In between these lascivious phrases, Wei Wuxian placed kisses everywhere he could reach on Wangji’s face and the back of his neck. Wangji’s breathing steadily rose, even though he wasn’t moving yet. After only a few moments of this, he was starting to become frustrated. Wei Wuxian’s body, after all, was used to much rougher treatment.
“Then…move,” he commanded irritably.
Wei Wuxian grinned down at him, affection plainly visible in his eyes. “Tell me more of what you want, Hanguang Jun,” he whispered in his ear, as indeed he began slowly drawing out and pushing back inside him. Only two or three slow strokes like this and Wangji’s voice started rising up all on its own again.
He twisted his fingers in the sheets in desperation as fireworks seemed to explode in his mind whenever Wei Wuxian’s cock pressed deep inside him, or pressed against that good spot on the way out. And soon the precocious devil started increasing the pace.
“Ah…Wei…Ying…” he panted. “Wei Ying…Wei Ying…!”
He didn’t even notice as his own voice grew sweeter, utterly enveloped in pleasure from the man he loved most desperately thrusting inside him. He forgot his shame as his hips started bucking against the bed to stimulate the front part of his body. That part too seemed more sensitive than Wangji’s real body, so much so that just rubbing against the bed seemed it would be enough for him.
“Oh, Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian moaned, clasping him around his chest and thrusting even harder. “What should I do? I feel like I’m melting…you feel so good…I want to do this with your real body…”
“Shut…up…!” Wangji gasped, pleasure flooding his mind but his embarrassment returning at such a shameful thought.
“Can you feel me hitting the deepest part? Right…there!” Wei Wuxian slammed his cock against the inner walls of Wangji’s insides. Wangji threw back his head with a strained cry. “Too bad I can’t do this to you…but you can take mine easy. I’d show you all the pleasures you’re feeling right now, and you can wrap your legs around me and look at my cute face too. Then I’d really have all of you. Don’t you want that? Say something…Lan Zhan…mgh…Lan Zhan!”
His teeth sank down into the fleshy part of Wangji’s ear. “Ahh!” Wangji cried, unable to help himself. He even realized a moment later, as the peak of his pleasure approached, that he had clasped both hands around Wei Wuxian’s wrists behind him and was jolting against the bed with every thrust. At hearing Wei Wuxian’s desire to have “all of him,” the dam holding back his pleasure broke, and he cried out as his whole body was flooded with heat.
“Ngh!” Wei Wuxian grunted as he held Wangji so tight it was hard to breathe.
Wangji shuddered as he felt yet more warmth fill his belly. Wei Wuxian was so slender, he thought, even just cumming inside him was enough to warm him up. His eyes fluttered as the pleasure washed over him in waves before finally beginning to fade.
They both lay panting and sweating for some time, even twitching now and again. The experience had been overwhelming for both, yet neither showed any desire to break apart. Eventually Wei Wuxian began bestowing yet more loving kisses down Wangji’s neck and back, stroking his skin affectionately.
“I felt like I was going to lose my mind,” he whispered with a grin.
Wangji flicked a bitter glance up at him. “You’re still inside.”
“Mm…mhm? I mean, you never let me off with just one time, do you?”
“Wei Ying…” he growled.
Wei Wuxian chuckled, nuzzling his neck in spite of his obvious anger. “How about you get on top this time? Wouldn’t you like to ride me like a big old stallion?”
Wangji’s jaw tightened with rage. “…shameless!”
Though Wei Wuxian apparently had a lot planned for them that evening, after the second time they were both thoroughly exhausted by the range of pleasure they had just experienced, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
…
This time, Wangji woke to a more familiar sensation. He was naked in bed with the smaller Wei Wuxian snuggled up in his arms. He raised a hand before his face just to make sure it was his own. Then, before Wei Ying was even properly awake, he turned the smaller man over onto his stomach, and thrust his cock inside him.
“…mmnahh!” Wei Wuxian cried in shock as he came to his senses. “Ah! Oh…Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…didn’t you get enough?”
“Not inside you. Not enough,” Wangji grunted before biting down on his ear and mercilessly pounding him down into the bed.
“Ahh! Ah…ah…ah…oh, yes…this is really best…after all…” Wei Wuxian agreed, bucking his hips back in harmony with Wangji’s thrusts. But at one point he tilted his head cutely and panted, “But still…someday…I want to know…what the proud Lan Wangji looks like…with me inside him…”
Wangji’s brows crossed angrily. “You talk too much.”
“Ahhh…ah…ah! Yes…Lan Zhan, sorry…I was wrong, go easy on me!”
But as usual, Lan Wangji had little desire to give in to Wei Wuxian’s requests after even slightest amount of teasing. He would not find out for some time how Wei Wuxian had secretly set aside the remainder of the powder to be used the next time Wangji needed to be taught a lesson.