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Lan Wangji woke up in Wei Ying’s bed.
Now, this wasn’t an altogether unusual occurrence. The two stayed over at each others’ houses often, and Wei Ying had a double bed that fit both of them.
The weird part was that Wei Ying wasn’t there. Usually, when Lan Wangji woke up in Wei Ying’s room, he was sprawled across the bed and clinging to any part of Lan Wangji that had strayed too close during the night. Lan Wangji woke up earlier than most and certainly earlier than Wei Ying, so he was curious and a touch concerned to find him gone.
Then his phone buzzed from the night stand, and Lan Wangji rolled over to check it only to find a text from Wei Ying.
Wei Ying
Today 6:01
-laaaaaannnnnn zhaaaaannnnnnnn
Lan Wangji rolled his eyes, but he could see that Wei Ying was typing more so he waited to respond. Wei Ying always texted way more than any one person should and Lan Wangji had learned to wait it out.
Finally, Lan Wangji received his second text.
And then his third.
And his fourth and fifth and so on.
-lan zhan i know youre awake
-you wake up at exactly six every morning
-like a farmer
-or a robot or something
-so like the best friend i am i waited to text you now instead of waking you up when i left
-were you surprised to see me gone or did you wake up when i got out of bed and just not tell me?
-if you did that i think it counts as lying
-anyway shijie talked me into going to some early morning workout class with her and you know i cant say no to her
-i wont be back until after my morning classes so help yourself to breakfast and whatever ill see you in dr qirens class have a nice morning
-also quick question can someone die doing yoga because im too pretty to die
-oh shit im here wish me luck
Lan Wangji rolled his eyes and sent back a quick text.
-Good Morning. Please don’t die.
He used to reply to every single one of Wei Ying’s texts, but he realized very quickly that doing so only resulted in more and more texts until he was overwhelmed and swarming with more notifications than he knew what to do with. He’d long since realized that the best thing to do was to just let Wei Ying say what he needed to say and then reply after he’d bombarded with his string of texts.
With the sun already peeking through the blinds, Lan Wangji should have gotten up. He should have gotten dressed, gone to his own apartment to shower, prepared lunch, and made sure he had everything together for his afternoon class.
What he did was put his phone back on Wei Ying’s nightstand and slide his hand into his boxers.
You see, Wei Ying lived alone.
He had shared his apartment with Jiang Cheng, but after a couple of months of living with him in a confined space, Jiang Cheng had moved in with Nie Huaisang across town grousing that he couldn’t handle it anymore.
Wei Ying claimed that he’d planned that from the beginning so he could have his own place, but Lan Wangji could tell that it had hurt him a little bit that his brother hadn’t been able to live with him.
Whatever the case, Wei Ying lived alone, and Lan Wangji lived with his own brother. Mostly living with Xichen was a good situation. He liked living with his brother, they operated on similar schedules, had the same level of cleanliness, neither of them were loud. They were perfect roommates.
But Lan Wangji just couldn’t bring himself to masturbate when his brother was there. It freaked him out that his brother might be in the house when he touched himself, even though they didn’t share a bedroom. Even at night when he knew his brother was asleep, he didn’t dare.
This might not have been a problem, but, this semester, their schedules lined up too well, and there was rarely a time when Lan Wangji was alone in the apartment and sure his brother wouldn’t come home as well.
Just the thought of Xichen walking in on him made him panic, so he refused to risk it.
But Wei Ying lived alone, and he was gone for the morning, and Lan Wangji didn’t have class until after lunch.
He probably should have felt bad about doing this in Wei Ying’s bed, but he was already half-hard, and all critical thinking had slipped from his mind.
Lan Wangji didn’t usually imagine anything during. Sometimes his mind would pull together the image of Wei Ying, but it made him feel dishonest to picture his best friend like this. It always felt like he was doing something wrong.
But here, surrounded by Wei Ying’s scent, and the soft light of the morning, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and picture Wei Ying’s hands on him.
He’d stared at those hands often enough to be able to picture what they would look like on his skin. The were darker than his own pale skin, and his fingers were both wider and shorter than Lan Wangji’s own.
As he teased his fingers around the head of his cock, thumb brushing over the slit, fingers trailing down, he imagined it was Wei Ying. Wei Ying teased him all the time, and he wondered if Wei Ying would tease Lan Wangji even when he had a hand on his cock.
Lan Wangji thought he might not mind being teased then.
With one last glance around the room to make sure he was alone, just in case, Lan Wangji threw the covers away and sat up so he could tug his shirt off. He was trembling by the time he lay back to pull his boxers down and toss them onto the ground.
Wei Ying’s sheets weren’t as nice as the ones on Lan Wangji’s own bed. These were old and soft, threadbare in places with knots in the fabric from years of use. They used to bother Lan Wangji, but it thrilled him now to feel them all along his naked skin.
He traded the pillow underneath his head for the one Wei Ying had used, and he wrapped his hand back around his cock.
He let his thoughts travel back to Wei Ying as he tightened his grip and started stroking. He wondered if Wei Ying was the one touching him, if he would drag it out, if he would go slow until Lan Wangji was begging for it. Or would he be just as impatient as Lan Wangji would be, desperate for a touch, a taste?
Lan Wangji’s hips bucked up, and he let out a groan as the image of Wei Ying’s lips wrapped around his cock flashed through his mind. Wei Ying was no stranger to bragging about how good he was at giving head, and Lan Wangji ached to know what it felt like.
He pulled his hand away to lick a broad stripe up his palm before returning it to his cock. The slick slide of it had him letting out another gasp as he sped up his hand, no longer teasing, desperate with Wei Ying’s scent all around him and Wei Ying’s name begging to fall from his lips.
What would it be like to fuck him? He wondered if Wei Ying liked it rough. From the one singular kiss they had shared back in high school, Lan Wangji guessed he did.
As Lan Wangji pumped his cock, his other hand drifted up his chest to pinch at his nipple until it was almost too much. He slowed down his hand again, back to teasing. He had time to savor this, and he was planning on doing just that.
As he teased over his cock, Lan Wangji pictured how amazing Wei Ying would look under Lan Wangji, writhing on his fingers, arching as Lan Wangji slid his cock inside of him. He would take it so well. Lan Wangji didn’t doubt that Wei Ying made the loveliest noises. He wondered if he could make Wei Ying scream?
Or maybe Wei Ying would ride him, stretched around his cock, gasping, moaning, desperately fucking himself down onto him, chasing his own release.
Lan Wangji dug his heels into the bed and fucked his hips up into his hand. The friction was almost too much, his own spit not quite slick enough, but it was still so good. He shoved his face into Wei Ying’s pillow and breathed in deep.
“Ah,” he gasped, bucking his hips faster. “Wei Ying!”
Something across the room dropped to the floor with a thud, and Lan Wangji’s eyes flew open at the sudden noise. He snapped his head from the pillow towards the source.
Wei Ying was standing there in the doorway, leaned against the door jam. He must have been standing there for more than just a moment because his cheeks were burning red, and he had a hand down his shorts.
He looked like he’d frozen mid-movement, and the thud had come from when his bag had fallen from his shoulder.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, voice thick with arousal. “Lan Zhan, you said my name, you—you’re...and you said my name.” He let out a moan that was almost a growl. “Fuck. Please let me touch you.”
The desperate noise Lan Wangji made was completely involuntary, but apparently, Wei Ying interpreted it as the yes it was because he didn’t even hesitate to walk over, ripping his hand from his pants to tear his shirt off, eyes never leaving Lan Wangji’s form on the bed.
It was then that Lan Wangji realized that he probably should have scrambled to hide himself as soon as he realized Wei Ying had seen him, but he was too far gone now. At the heat in Wei Ying’s eyes, he bucked his hips into his hand which made Wei Ying let out a groan.
“Oh my god, Lan Zhan,” he moaned, struggling out of his pants. “I want you in me as soon as possible.”
And Lan Wangji had to take his hand off of himself or he would have come right there. Instead, he turned his head to watch Wei Ying rip his boxers off and scramble onto the bed.
Wei Ying was already hard, most likely from the way his hand had been shoved down his pants. His cock was flushed red and leaking.
“How long were you—” He cut off with a groan as Wei Ying straddled his hips and ground their erections together.
Wei Ying was breathless when he spoke. “Ah, Lan Zhan, only a couple minutes. You looked so hot”
Lan Wangji wanted to ask him more questions, but before he could, Wei Ying kissed him hard on the lips, not wasting any time before shoving his tongue into Lan Wangji’s mouth.
Objectively it was a terrible kiss, but it had Lan Wangji bucking his hips up to meet the way Wei Ying ground down as their tongues curled together.
“Lan Zhan,” he gasped into Lan Wangji’s mouth, not really pulling away. “I like you so much you don’t even know. Please fuck me.”
Lan Wangji would have stopped to ask exactly how much Wei Ying liked him, but he was too busy grabbing Wei Ying around the waist and flipping them over so he could fit himself in between his thighs.
Wei Ying groaned deep in his throat when Lan Wangji ran his hands from Wei Ying’s knees up to where his cock lay swollen against his stomach.
“Yes, Lan Zhan, touch me,” he said, bucking into Lan Wangji’s grip.
Lan Wangji leaned down to capture Wei Ying’s lips in his own again as he worked over his cock, grinding his own into Wei Ying’s thigh.
Wei Ying wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji’s shoulder and pulling him close, bucking into Wangji’s grip as he licked into his mouth.
Lan Wangji let out a truly embarrassing whine when Wei Ying pulled back from the kiss, and Wei Ying let out a breathy laugh.
“Lan Zhan,” he laughed. “As much as I would love to never stop kissing you,” he paused to press another kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips and buck his hips upwards into Lan Wangji’s grip, “I want you to fuck me, so if you wouldn’t mind grabbing the lube that is in my nightstand.”
He didn’t mind at all.
Lan Wangji dropped his forehead onto Wei Ying’s collarbone to take a deep breath before he swung himself off to rifle through the messy nightstand drawer.
As it turned out, the lube was not in his nightstand, and they spent a good five minutes ripping apart Wei Ying’s room searching for it before they found it stuffed under his bed.
“Haha, oops,” Wei Ying said, but Lan Wangji didn’t respond, too busy coating his shaky fingers to press into Wei Ying. Wei Ying let out a long groan when his first finger pushed in, and he bucked his hips back to meet it.
“Ah, I can take it, Lan Zhan, add another, I like it when it burns.”
Lan Wangji didn’t want to hurt Wei Ying, but he was also harder than he’d ever been in his life.
“Tell me the instant it gets too much,” he said, pressing another finger in with the first.
The sound that escaped Wei Ying’s mouth was between a gasp and a moan and it had Lan Wangji dropping down to work his mouth over Wei Ying’s throat.
He was right, Wei Ying did make the most lovely noises. He gasped as Lan Wangji kissed over his jaw, and groaned when Lan Wangji scraped his teeth over his collarbone. The keen he let out when Lan Wangji slid his mouth lower and took Wei Ying’s nipple between his teeth had Lan Wangji letting out his own groan.
“Ah,” Wei Ying panted as Lan Wangji worked his mouth over his nipple and pressed his fingers deeper into him, searching for that spot. “After you fuck me, we’re going to take a shower, and then I want to eat you out.”
Lan Wangji didn’t even know that was something he wanted, but the thought sent lightening down his spine as he fucked his fingers hard into Wei Ying.
When Wei Ying arched his back with a shout, he knew he’d found his prostate.
“Ah, yes there, Lan Zhan, please. I need more.”
Lan Wangji surged up to lick his way into Wei Ying’s mouth as he inserted another finger and pressed them as deep as he could get them.
Wei Ying gasped and panted into his mouth, bucking his hips up to meet Lan Wangji’s even as he tried to fuck them back on his fingers.
“I need you inside me, please,” he gasped into Lan Wangji’s mouth.
When Lan Wangji pulled his fingers free, Wei Ying let out a whine, but it turned into a groan when Lan Wangji pressed the head of his cock to his entrance.
He paused for a moment to take in the way Wei Ying writhed underneath him. His chest was damp with sweat and flushed red, heaving on every breath. Lan Wangji never wanted to look away from how amazing he looked, eyes glassy with want, lips kissed red.
“Beautiful,” he breathed as he started pushing in.
“Ah,” Wei Ying shouted moving to meet Lan Wangji. “Lan Zhan, you can’t say things like that or I’ll come too soon.”
“Mn, it’s true,” he said against Wei Ying’s throat.
The way he was pressing in so slowly, Wei Ying so tight and hot around him, was torture, but he didn’t want to hurt Wei Ying. Apparently, Wei Ying didn’t have the same worries because he wrapped his legs around Lan Wangji’s waist and pulled his hips forward until Lan Wangji was seated completely inside him with one thrust.
Lan Wangji groaned as Wei Ying scraped his fingernails over his back with a shout.
“Yes, Lan Zhan, fuck me please. I want to feel you. God, I’ve wanted this for so long, please don’t keep me waiting.”
Wei Ying was so tight around him, and he gave them both a minute to adjust even as Wei Ying babbled and squirmed under him.
“I’m ready, please fuck me, I can take it.”
Lan Wangji pressed his lips to Wei Ying’s to stop his seemingly endless stream of begging, and pulled out almost all of the way before thrusting back in hard.
Wei Ying shouted into his mouth and arched under him, encouraging Lan Wangji to repeat the motion until he was fucking him hard and deep.
Wei Ying broke their kiss.
“Yes, Lan Zhan, please, harder, I want to feel you deep inside.”
With Wei Ying’s heels digging into his thighs, encouraging him to move faster, to thrust harder, Lan Wangji couldn’t help but obey.
“Mn, Wei Ying,” he gasped into Wei Ying’s mouth.
“Ah, Lan Zhan, do I feel good around you? You called out my name earlier, were you imagining what it feel like to fuck me?”
Lan Wangji let out a helpless moan and thrust harder,
“Yes, Wei Ying, wanted to fuck you.”
Wei Ying arched again under him and encouraged him harder with his heels.
“Ah,” Wei Ying gasped. “Is it everything you imagined?”
“Better.”
Lan Wangji kisses along the side of his face down to latch on to Wei Ying’s neck and mark him.
“Lan Zhan, that feels good. Do you like marking me? Letting everyone know I’m yours?”
“Mine,” Lan Wangji growled before biting down on another spot in the crook of his neck.
“Yes yours. Always yours. Ah, Lan Zhan,” he shouted.
His hips were bucking to meet Lan Wangji’s thrusts, and he reached down to wrap a hand around his own straining erection.
Lan Wangji batted his hand away, and stroked Wei Ying’s cock in time with his own thrusts.
“Come for me, Wei Ying,” he breathed just loud enough for Wei Ying to hear over his own gasps and pants.
It only took a couple more thrusts before Wei Ying let out one last shout of Lan Wangji’s name and came into Lan Wangji’s fist.
The pressure of his release had Lan Wangji following him over the edge, and he stroked Wei Ying and thrust against him through both of their orgasms.
When they were both spent and heaving, Lan Wangji pulled out and lay against Wei Ying’s chest, marveling at the rabbiting beat of his heart under his ear.
Wei Ying curled an arm around him and let out a breathless laugh.
“Lan Zhan, maybe I should wait to say this when I’m not reeling from the best orgasm I’ve ever had, but I am so in love with you it isn’t even funny.”
Lan Wangji didn’t really have the energy to lift his head, so he wrapped his arm around Wei Ying’s middle and pressed a kiss over his heart.
“Mn, love Wei Ying.”
Wei Ying laughed again.
“Good because as good as that sex was, I don’t think I would have been able to handle it if you only wanted to fuck me.”
“Don’t only want to fuck you,” Lan Wangji said. “Also want Wei Ying to fuck me.”
He couldn’t bite back his grin when Wei Ying buried his face in the top of his head.
“Lan Zhan,” he whined. “You can’t just say things like that.”
Lan Wangji didn’t respond, content to just listen to the beating of Wei Ying’s heart.
“So we’re dating now, right?”
“Yes.”
Lan Wangji didn’t even hesitate. He’d never really entertained the idea that Wei Ying might like him back, but like hell he was going to let this slip through his fingers.
Wei Ying snuggled in close.
“Glad to get that cleared up because I’m going back to sleep,” he said. “I was going to crash as soon as I came back but someone was doing indecent things in my bed.”
He tweaked Lan Wangji’s nipple, and Lan Wangji’s cock gave a twitch at the pressure.
Wei Ying laughed, having felt it against his thigh.
“Someone’s sensitive here. I’ll have to remember that.”
Lan Wangji stroked his hand over Wei Ying’s side, marveling about being able to touch.
“Yoga?” He asked into the hollow of Wei Ying’s throat.
Wei Ying sat up so fast that it nearly catapulted Lan Wangji onto the foot of the bed.
“Shijie slept in!” He shouted, enraged. “She made me wake up at 5:30 just to bail on me!”
Lan Wangji let out a little laugh, and Wei Ying slapped him in the arm, even as he was grinning himself.
“Don’t laugh! I’ve been wronged. As my boyfriend, it’s your duty to avenge me now.”
Lan Wangji nodded.
“Will challenge Jiang Yanli to a duel tomorrow at dawn.”
Wei Ying blinked at him before narrowing his eyes.
“Are you making fun of me?”
Lan Wangji pulled one of Wei Ying’s hands up to press a kiss to his knuckles.
“Never.”
Wei Ying rolled his eyes and threw his arms around Lan Wangji’s shoulders to tackle him back to the bed.
“Sleep now, make fun of me later.”
“Mark your words,” Lan Wangji said.
He pressed a kiss to the side of Wei Ying’s head when he let out an offended noise.
The next time he woke up in Wei Ying’s bed was a few hours later, and Wei Ying was plastered to his side. They were both still naked, Wei Ying drooling onto his chest, and there was no place Lan Wangji would rather be.