When Lan Wangji returned from his walk, he froze as he heard the unmistakable, breathy moan from their rented room. He swallowed and his grip on Bichen got so tight the handle bit almost painfully to the palm of his hand. While he might not have experience on carnal pleasures himself, there was no mistaking of what he was hearing.
He also knew that whatever had been building between Wei Ying and him since they’d found each other again was still new and so fragile he wasn’t sure he would dare naming it yet. He didn’t even know if Wei Ying felt the same as he did.
Another bitten-off groan reached his ears and Lan Wangji closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. He wanted to storm in and drag Wei Ying away from whomever he was in bed with, wanted to cover his body from anyone else, wanted to hold him close and keep him. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t his place.
As he turned away to give Wei Ying his privacy, he heart a soft whimper.
”Ahh…Lan Zhan…”
Eyes wide, Lan Wangji whirled around and stared at the closed door. His heart was beating wildly in his ears and it suddenly felt hard to breathe.
Had Wei Ying just—
Why did he—
He couldn’t help himself and took a careful step closer. There was a small rip on the sliding door and, feeling both ashamed and incredibly drawn to it, he took a careful look inside.
Wei Ying was alone.
The rush of relief nearly made him lightheaded—or it perhaps it was the way Wei Ying’s naked skin glowed softly in the candlelight. He was laying slightly on his left side, his right leg bent at the knee and drawn close to his chest, and the angle gave Lan Wangji a perfect view of his exposed behind and how Wei Ying had his own fingers inside of him.
Lan Wangji shuddered as pure, unadulterated want hit him. Wei Ying was stunning, breathtaking, as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out, letting out soft moans as he panted. His hips twitched like he was trying to hold himself still but didn’t quite manage. Lan Wangji wanted to cover all that soft skin, to press down with his fingers so that he left marks behind, wanted to rub his face against the silky, soft hair spilling on the bed, and just breathe in Wei Ying. He wanted to lick his way down the knobs of Wei Ying’s spine, bite the round globes of his behind and then soften the sting with kisses. He wanted to cover Wei Ying’s more slender body with his own, blanket it, press it on the mattress so that the lines between them got blurred. He wanted to push his own fingers inside Wei Ying and feel him flutter and contract, marvel at the silken feel of his most private part against his fingers. He wanted—
Wei Ying gasped. His body shuddered and trembled as he twisted himself slightly, the movement of his hand getting rougher, more desperate as his hips undulated. It looked like he was oscillating between two points of pleasure and it was mesmerizing to watch. Lan Wangji imagined himself on his knees behind Wei Ying, how it would be to bury himself into that welcoming, beautiful heat, to feel all that wild energy milking pleasure from him as much and for as long as he was able to give. He wanted to reach his climax in Wei Ying and mark him from inside out so that there would be no part of him that didn’t belong to Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji's lips parted as Wei Ying stiffened and let out a soft keen, arching beautifully on the bed like an exquisite instrument. He watched greedily as Wei Ying shuddered through the aftershocks of his pleasure until he slowly withdrew his fingers, resting his hand on his hip. It left Lan Wangji a clear view of the red, puffy hole that glistened in the flickering light. Unconsciously, he drew closer to the rip on the door as Wei Ying’s hole fluttered slightly as if its sudden emptiness was a problem that needed solving. And oh, Lan Wangji knew what he’d do to solve it—he’d part Wei Ying’s cheeks and gently rub his thumb against the stretched rim to soothe it and then he’d bend his head and blow warm air over it to cool it down and then…then he’d bend down more and bury his face in the heat and worship Wei Ying until he was pliant and senseless with pleasure. And then—
”Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying purred. Something about his voice was different.
Lan Wangji tore his gaze from the enticing view of Wei Ying’s hole and realized Wei Ying had turned his head and was now looking over his shoulder straight at him through the rip on the sliding door. His glittering eyes were dark as his lips drew into a small, amused smile.
”So…are you going to stand there all night or are you going to come in and claim what’s already yours?”
Oh, yes.
Lan Wangji was going to devour Wei Ying.