WangXian

Chapter-15

--NIGHT--

LAN WANG JI AND WEI WU XIAN'S ROOM

Lan Wang Ji can feel something happening to me after he drank the liquid from the bottle given by his uncle. He sees some weird stuff, some stuff which his subconscious mind is showing him. He wants to try those, feel how it feels. So he does the only logical thing he can think with that conscious mind of his, to tell Wei Wu Xian of those thoughts.

He held Wei Wu Xian's hand, kissed each one of his knuckles and told his husband of those thoughts, wishes, desires. Wei Wu Xian listens attentively. Attentively enough to find the ideas appealing enough to try. By the end, Wei Wu Xian can not help but kiss his hubby and nodes, he too wants to try, he too wants to feel. Moreover, he wants to see through his own eyes what his hubby has in his store.

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Lan Wang Ji watches as Wei Wu Xian's mouth works behind the gag, his hands balled into fists where they are tied behind his back in soft, white ribbon. Lan Wang Ji moves to inspect his work, Wei Wu Xian's hooded eyes following him around the space of the bed. Wei Wu Xian's naked, bound, and laid on their bed in their room, his legs pulled up to his chest and secured, allowing free access to his pink asshole.

Wei Wu Xian moans, a rumble emitted deep from within his throat, as Lan Wang Ji caresses his constrained body, shivering as his hubby dips long, nimble fingers between Wei Wu Xian's ass. Lan Wang Ji ceased his parade around Wei Wu Xian, and stopped in front of the bed, where Wei Wu Xian's head angled away slightly.

This doesn't stop his golden human from twisting his head and looking up towards his hubby, dark brown irises soft and glittering, almost completely consumed by purple-grey pupils. His hands drift away from Wei Wu Xian's ass and fall into his soft hair, stroking and tugging at the black strands. Wei Wu Xian's eyes flutter, his hips shifting forward slightly, and this is what is most arousing for him – Lan Wang Ji, slowly, methodically, taking him apart and playing with his body, ignoring Wei Wu Xian's desire to rush through it all, get onto the fucking.

Wei Wu Xian's hips roll again, another unsuccessful attempt to create friction for his weeping cock, and something like a smirk crosses Lan Wang Ji's face.

Wei Wu Xian's moan is long and high, accompanied by another roll of his bound hips and a tilt to his head, nuzzling into Lan Wang Ji's hand. Lan Wang Ji cups his cheek, only to slide down to the hard lines of Wei Wu Xian's jaw, and hold him hard there, touch commanding and firm. Wei Wu Xian makes another noise behind his gag and struggles in his hand slightly – not to get away, but to feel the touch itself; feel the secure grip Lan Wang Ji has on his jaw.

Lan Wang Ji indulges him for a moment, before snapping out "cease", and Wei Wu Xian relinquishes full power back to Lan Wang Ji, becoming still, eyes still locked on him. Wei Wu Xian is panting as if he's run a marathon, sweat beading on his brows and down his back, pretty cheeks flushed pink, the color continuing down to stain his chest, and rosy his nipples. Lan Wang Ji drinks in the sight, his beautiful human making such a delightful picture.

Lan Wang Ji drops his hand from Wei Wu Xian's jaw and trails it down his neck, over his collarbones, and down to his nipples as he walks back around to behind the desk, tugging Wei Wu Xian unceremoniously towards him by the ribbon, which serves to push another delectable moan from the man beneath him. Wei Wu Xian's ass is now flush against Lan Wang Ji's still clothed crotch, and he grinds his hardened penis into the crease of Wei Wu Xian's full, pert ass, earning yet another moan.

Wei Wu Xian is wriggling in his bonds again, twisting and turning, attempting to come closer yet to Lan Wang Ji. He turns so his chest and upper body are no longer curled sideways on the table, facing upright towards Lan Wang Ji, his bound hands settled uncomfortably between his back and the hard wood of the table. His waist and lower half still curled to the left, still exposed. Wei Wu Xian rubs himself against the table, not in an attempt to gain contact on his cock, but instead to simply feel the table, the ropes, his submission; to create a sensory feedback of every little moment within the context of their scene.

Wei Wu Xian throws his head back, long neck exposed, and whines, still shifting and rolling his body, aborted little movements hindered by the ribbon which tether and restrict him. Lan Wang Ji watches him, can feel the build-up of desperation and need from his action through their bond.

There's something dark and primal within him, still leftover from ancient Lan history, that finds the idea of owning and possessing Wei Wu Xian in such a way to be attractive. And though he would never act or think in such a way in normal circumstances and contexts, within their shared moments here, the primal desire lingers.

Lan Wang Ji sits himself in the meditating mat behind the table, watching as Wei Wu Xian realises what the soft thud and creak of leather indicates, the rapturous moan loud even against the soft, red rubber ball of the gag. Wei Wu Xian shifts himself gracelessly back onto his side, head searching for where Lan Wang Ji is seated, arousal and passion burning in his eyes.

Lan Wang Ji leans back, his both hands moving towards the opening of his robe. Wei Wu Xian's nostrils flare and his hips roll forward again as Lan Wang Ji pulls out his leaking dick, thumbing the head and stroking down the long shaft. His eyes are locked onto Lan Wang Ji's movements, but raise up to his face as Lan Wang Ji releases a sigh of pleasure, his nearly-black eyes fervently boring into Lan Wang Ji's own.

"Do you want it, Wei Ying?"

Lan Wang Ji murmurs, noting Wei Wu Xian's eyes slamming shut, and the sharp intake of breath.

"Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fill you with my babies?"

"You want it?"

He asks again, softly. Wei Wu Xian moans and nods, pushes a muffled "please" from behind the gag, and nearly screams when Lan Wang Ji immediately plunges two fingers into his ass. Apparently he did not expect the intrusion so quickly.

Lan Wang Ji presses his cock against Wei Wu Xian's thighs, smearing sticky precum over the hairy area. He can feel Wei Wu Xian attempting to move from the bonds, trying to pull his legs back and away from his chest and wrap them around Lan Wang Ji, instead of behind, held immodestly open.

He pulls at the ribbon, though makes no real effort or signal that he truly wants to be released; even in Lan Wang Ji's most aroused state, he will not hurt Wei Wu Xian, will not coerce or force him into anything that the man does not want, or would bring pain or harm to him.

Lan Wang Ji stretches the two fingers, twisting them ruthlessly into Wei Wu Xian's prostate, driving the man wild with desire and need. Wei Wu Xian is whimpering, voice breaking on each sound, eyes rolling back into his skull and head tossing left and right on the table. Lan Wang Ji can feel Wei Wu Xian begging through the gag.

Lan Wang Jj thrusts once again against Wei Wu Xian's bound thighs, the "natural" slick of his penis making a mess of Wei Wu Xian's thighs, of Wei Wu Xian. Simply from the "natural", copious slick Lan Wang Ji's dick produced, they would have no use for lube, if Lan Wang Ji did not insist on both ensuring Wei Wu Xian's safety, and on repeatedly teasing and stretching him out.

Lan Wang Ji leans forward, adding another long finger, nuzzling into Wei Wu Xian's exposed throat as the man continues to whimper, whine, and moan – wavering pulses of sound exploding from his gagged lips. Lan Wang Ji bites down deep and slowly into where Wei Wu Xian's neck meets his shoulder, sucking a bruise forth, knowing how much his husband loves to be marked.

Marked as his, marked as loved and cared and wanted for. Lan Wang Ji pulls back slightly, and licks at the mess of saliva around Wei Wu Xian's stretched pink lips. Wei Wu Xian moans and leans up into the contact, another pulse of arousal through the bond, and his eyes flutter open.

"You're mine, Wei Ying," he mutters between licks. "And I'm going to stuff you full, full of my babies, our babies."

"Yes, yes, yes"

Wei Wu Xian repeatedly replies through the gag, trying his best to thrust back against Lan Wang Ji's fingers. Lan Wang Ji curls his fingers against Wei Wu Xian's prostate, ceasing his thrusts, rubbing hard against the sensitive nub. Wei Wu Xian's prostate is extremely sensitive; he is able to ejaculate without any touch to his penis. Wei Wu Xian shrieks and his toes curl, body quivering all over.

Lan Wang Ji sucks another bruise into Wei Wu Xian's neck, before pulling his fingers out. Wei Wu Xian whimpers at the loss, but immediately moans as Lan Wang Ji lines his cock up to his entrance, huffing a breath that would have been a laugh if he were not more controlled. Lan Wang Ji grasps Wei Wu Xian's exposed cheeks with lube-sticky hands, and slowly sinks into the silky heat of Wei Wu Xian's ass.