บท 121: Incense Burner (1)
Wei WuXian found an old incense burner in the treasure pavilion of the Cloud Recesses—the 'Chamber of Ancients.'
The incense burner had the body of a bear, nose of an elephant, eyes of a rhinoceros, tail of a bull, and limbs of a tiger. With its stomach as the main unit, it spouted soft smoke from its mouth after the incense was lit up.
In the Jingshi, Wei WuXian played with it for a while, "This thing looks kind of fun. It's got no killing intent or malicious energy, so it's definitely not something used to harm people. Lan Zhan, do you know what this is for?"
Lan WangJi shook his head. Wei WuXian sniffed the scent. He didn't find anything wrong with it either. Since neither of the two saw it as suspicious, they put the incense burner away and decided to investigate it further at some later date.
Yet before the two had laid down for long, they felt extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep. An unknown period of time later, Wei WuXian woke up and discovered that he and Lan WangJi weren't at the Jingshi of the Cloud Recesses, but rather amidst the wilderness of a forest.
Wei WuXian crawled up from the ground, "What's this place?"
Lan WangJi, "Not the real world."
Wei WuXian, "Not the real world? No way," he shook his sleeve, feeling it quite clearly, "What could this be if not reality?"
Lan WangJi didn't answer. He walked in silence towards a river and gestured for him to look down. Wei WuXian walked over and glanced at his reflection. He was immediately startled.
Reflected against the river's surface was how he looked in his past life!
Wei WuXian immediately looked up, "Because of the incense burner?"
Lan WangJi nodded, "Likely so."
After staring for a while at the familiar features in the water, Wei WuXian finally averted his gaze, "It's fine. I tested the incense burner. There's no resentful energy, so it's definitely not a weapon of evil. Some master probably made this either to cultivate or just for the sake amusement. Let's walk around for now and look into our situation."
And the two began to stroll within this forest that was an illusion or otherwise. Soon, a small, log cabin came into their view.
Wei WuXian saw the log cabin and exclaimed with a 'huh'. Lan WangJi, "Yes?"
Wei WuXian scrutinized the cabin, "The cabin looks a little familiar to me."
The cabin was a home that looked more than common, which was why even though he was suspicious, he couldn't determine if he'd seen it or not. At this point, the squeaks of the loom came from the cabin.
The two exchanged a glance with each other. Without more words, they approached together. But at the door of the cabin, as they looked inside, both of them stopped in surprise.
What was within the cabin was far from even the worst case scenario they imagined. There were neither villains nor beasts. In fact, there was only one person, and a person they were both rather familiar with, at that.
In the cabin sat a 'Lan WangJi'!
This 'Lan WangJi' had the same handsome features and the same tall build as the one beside Wei WuXian. The plain yet not at all crude garb of blue and white cotton, when over his body, seemed to become the heavenly robes of a renowned cultivator. At the side, the loom moved on its own like it was manoeuvred using a spell, squeaking as it weaved cotton. On the other hand, he himself sat at the side with a book in his hand, reading attentively.
The two had already walked in front of the door and even made quite some noise, while 'Lan WangJi' seemed as though he didn't notice anything. With a distant expression, he flipped over a page with fair, slim fingers.
Wei WuXian looked at the Lan WangJi beside him, then at the 'Lan WangJi' inside, reaching an epiphany, "I see, I see!"
Lan WangJi's brows raised just a bit. The slight motion meant that he was surprised. He asked, "What?"
Wei WuXian, "Th-Th-This, this is my dream!"
Before he finished, a slender figure clothed in black swept into the cabin, extending his speech, "Er-gege, I'm back!"
Looking at the beaming 'Wei WuXian' who carried a hoe on his shoulder, a creel in his hand, and a straw in his mouth, Lan WangJi was even more silent. If this was Wei WuXian's dream, it was only natural that the people inside the dream couldn't see them. The weaving 'Lan WangJi' finally looked up. When he saw 'Wei WuXian', he even curled his lips slightly, but the smile faded at once. He stood up and poured him a cup of water.
'Wei WuXian' spat out the straw in his mouth and sat down at the wooden little table, grabbing the cup and downing it in a few gulps. He finally began, "Today the sun's way too bright outside. I'm absolutely scorched. I left the things at the field. Not gonna work anymore. Maybe I'll pick it up again later."
'Lan WangJi' replied, "Mn." Then he took out a snowy towel and handed it to him. 'Wei WuXian', however, moved his face over with a grin. It was more than obvious that he wanted 'Lan WangJi' to wipe his face for him.
And 'Lan WangJi' didn't refuse either. He really began to wipe his face, earnest and dedicated. 'Wei WuXian' enjoyed it as he rambled on, "I played around over at the river and got two fish. Cook me fish stew tonight, Er-gege!"
"Mn."
"How are crucians usually cooked over at Gusu? Do you know how to cook chilli pickled fish*, Lan Zhan? I like that. But please don't make it sweet. I tried it once and almost threw up."
"Mn. I do."
"The weather's getting hotter and hotter. There's no need to boil the bathwater so hot today, so I only cut half the usual amount of firewood."
"Mn. That is fine."
"…" Lan WangJi stared at the two making casual conversation, "Your dream?"
Wei WuXian was laughing so hard he might suffer from an internal injury, "Pwahahahahahahahaha, uh, yes. For a certain period of time, for some reason, I keep on having these dreams. I'd dream that we retired to seclusion to the countryside. I go out to hunt and farm, while you stay at home to guard the house, weaving and cooking food for me. Oh right, you're also in charge of my money and doing accounts for me. At night you even mend my clothes. Every time I dream about telling you to boil the bathwater so that we could bathe together at night, but every time we were about to take off our clothes I'd wake up. What a shame, hahahahahahahahahahaha…"
He didn't at all feel embarrassed that such a dream was seen by Lan WangJi. Instead, he was quite pleased with himself. Seeing how giddy he was, Lan WangJi's eyes grew soft, "One might as well."
This dream of Wei WuXian's was full of trivial odds and ends, like cooking, eating, feeding chicken, cutting firewood. As expected, when the bathwater had finished boiling, the dream halted abruptly. The two walked just a few steps out of the cabin and arrived at an elegant pavilion. Outside stood a magnolia tree with branches drawn out, effusing a quiet, refreshing fragrance.
The dream's location changed, this time somewhere both of the two should definitely recognize. This place was the Library Pavilion of Gusu's Cloud Recesses.
Candlelight leaked out a wooden window on the second floor, along with indistinct voices. Wei WuXian looked up, "Let's go inside and check things out?"
For some reason, Lan WangJi had surprisingly stopped. He stared at the window, lost in thought, as if he was hesitating. Wei WuXian found this strange. He couldn't think of a reason why Lan WangJi might not want to go in, asking, "What's wrong?"
Lan WangJi shook his head vaguely. After some silence, just as he was about to speak, a string of unrestrained laughter suddenly exploded from within the Library Pavilion.
Hearing this, Wei WuXian's eyes lit up. He dashed into the Pavilion and leaped up the stairs in just a few strides.
Now that he entered, of course Lan WangJi wouldn't stay outside all by himself either, so he went in as well. Together, the two walked into the lamp-lit chamber, and they indeed saw something very interesting.
On a light-colored sitting mat beside a surface set for the punishment of copying scriptures, a sixteen-year-old Wei Ying was roaring with laughter as he slammed the desk, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Thrown onto the ground was a yellowing booklet, which a similarly young Lan Zhan treated as if it were a snake or scorpion. He had already backed away up to a corner of the Pavilion, currently howling in anger, "Wei Ying——!"
Young Wei Ying laughed so hard he almost rolled under his deck. He finally managed to raise his hand, "Here! I'm here!"
And over here, Wei WuXian was also splitting his sides with laughter. He tugged at Lan WangJi who stood beside him, "What a nice dream! I can't anymore, Lan Zhan, look at you, look at how you were back then, that expression, hahahahahaha…"
For some reason, Lan WangJi's face looked even stranger. Wei WuXian pulled him over to sit on a mat at the side, grinning as their adolescent versions fought and argued, propping his chin on his hand.
There, young Lan Zhan had already unsheathed Bichen. Wei WuXian hurriedly grabbed Suibian, revealing a few inches of its sheath as he reminded, "Manners! Second Young Master Lan! Watch your manners! I brought my sword today as well. If we start fighting, do you think your Library Pavilion will end up fine?"
Lan Zhan raged, "Wei Ying! Just… Just what sort of person are you?!"
Wei Ying raised a brow, "What sort of person could I be? I'm a man!"
"…" Lan Zhan lashed out, "You have no shame!"
Wei Ying, "So I have to feel ashamed about this? Don't tell me you've never read something like this before. I won't believe you."
After trying to hold it back for a while, Lan Zhan charged over with his sword, face cold as frost. Wei Ying was astonished, "What, you're really gonna fight?!" He attacked as well. Just like this, the two really began to spar within the Library Pavilion.
At this point, Wei WuXian exclaimed with a 'huh'. He turned sideways to look at Lan WangJi, musing, "Is this what happened? Why don't I remember us actually fighting back then?"
Lan WangJi didn't make a single sound. Wei WuXian looked at him, but he unnoticeably averted Wei WuXian's gaze. The feeling that something had been off about him tonight deepened within Wei WuXian.
Just as he was about to ask, he heard young Wei Ying joke as he fought, "Nice, nice, nice! Firm yet free, curb after release—beautiful swordsmanship! But Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan, look at how red your face is. Is it because of fighting with me, or is it because of what you just looked at?"
Young Lan Zhan wasn't blushing at all. He swung his sword across, "Nonsense!"
Wei Ying leaned backwards with extreme flexibility to dodge the attack. Then he straightened up and nimbly pinched Lan Zhan's fair cheek, "How was it nonsense? You should feel yourself. Your face is almost burning, haha!"
Lan Zhan's face switched between red and white. He was just about to slap the hand away when Wei Ying retreated first. His slap landed on nothing as he almost ended up slapping himself. Turning around, Wei Ying continued with all the ease, "Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan, no offense, but look at the other people your age. Is there any one of them who blushes so easily? Can't take it after just this tiny bit of thrill—you're such an amateur."
If this situation was neither something that really happened nor one of his dreams, it had to be one of Lan WangJi's dreams. Wei WuXian enjoyed the spectacle, "Lan Zhan, you get me so much. This is indeed something I'd say."
Yet, he didn't notice that the current Lan WangJi almost looked somewhat anxious.
Over there, Wei Ying rambled on, "Copying scriptures is so boring. Why don't I teach you about these things while you copy them? Let's just say it's to thank you for supervising me…"
Having endured his blather for so long, Lan Zhan finally couldn't take it any longer. Bichen zipped forward. The two swords clashed, and both were knocked out the window. Seeing that Suibian fell out of his hand, Wei Ying was slightly surprised, "Hey, my sword!"
As he shouted, he was about to leap out the window and grab his sword when Lan Zhan plunged toward him from behind and pushed him onto the ground. Wei Ying's head bumped against the ground. He hastily began to struggle, and the two quickly became a brawling mess. Wei Ying kicked as hard as he could, elbows thrashing, but he couldn't break free from the constraint of Lan Zhan's limbs no matter what, almost as if he was wrapped inside an impenetrable net of iron, "Lan Zhan! What are you doing, Lan Zhan! I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Why are you so serious?!"
Lan Zhan grabbed his wrists, pressing his body onto his back. His voice was low, "What, did you, want to teach me?"
His tone sounded cold, but it seemed volcanoes were about to erupt within his eyes.
The were originally quite matched in terms of skill. Out of carelessness, Wei Ying had been pinned down on the ground, vulnerable. He could only feign ignorance, "No? Did I say something?"
Lan Zhan, "You did not?"
Wei Ying replied with confidence, "I didn't!"
He began again, "Don't be so straight, Lan Zhan, don't take every single thing I say so seriously. I can't fathom how you'd believe all that nonsense. What's there to be angry about? I'll stop, alright? Hurry up and let me go. I haven't even finished copying today's scriptures. I'll quit, I'll quit."
Hearing this, Lan Zhan's face calmed as he seemed to relax his arms slightly. Yet, right after Wei Ying pulled his wrists out, he grinned mischievously and struck with his palm.
However, almost as if he was long since on guard, Lan Zhan caught Wei Ying the moment he attacked, holding him down once more. This time, he went even harder, and Wei Ying's wrist was twisted into a even greater curvature. He exclaimed, "I already said I was kidding! Lan Zhan! Can't you even take a joke?!"
Flames seemed to dance within Lan Zhan's eyes. Without saying anything, he tore off the ribbon on his forehead and wrapped it thrice around the hands of Wei Ying who was underneath him, locking them in place with a fast knot.
With such a turn of events, Wei WuXian was absolutely dumbfounded, watching from the side!
A few moments later, he finally turned around to look at Lan WangJi beside him, only to find that although Lan WangJi's face was still snowy white, tinged with not a single trace of red, his earlobes had already become pink.
Wei WuXian slithered over, up to no good, "Lan Er-gege… something seems to be wrong with this dream of yours, huh?"
"…" Lan WangJi suddenly stood up, "Stop looking!"
Wei WuXian immediately grabbed him, who was just about to get up and leave, "Don't go! I still want to see what would happen in your dream. We haven't even arrived at the best part yet, have we?"
By the desk in the Library Pavilion, Wei Ying howled for a while, tied up by Lan Zhan. After he quieted down, he tried to reason with the other, "Lan Zhan, a gentleman uses his tongue instead of his fists. You'd be narrow-minded if you're like this. Think about it. Did I say anything about you?"
Lan Zhan breathed soundlessly, his voice cold, "Think on your own, what you said about me."
Wei Ying protested, "I only said that you were an amateaur, that you didn't know about some things. Isn't it the truth? There are some adult things that you really don't understand, right? Treating me like this just because you were exposed—what could you be if not narrow-minded?"
Lan Zhan was indifferent, "Who said I do not understand?"
Wei Ying raised a brow, smirking, "Ohhhhh, really? Stop being so stubborn. It'd be beyond mind-blowing if you actually do hahahahahaha… Ah!"
He suddenly exclaimed, for Lan Zhan suddenly gripped a part of him down below.
Lan Zhan's handsome yet still somewhat callow features were cold as he repeated, "Who said I do not understand?"
Wei WuXian clung onto Lan WangJi, almost biting his earlobe, "Yeah, who said you didn't understand? What you think about in the day you dream about at night. Lan Zhan, tell me the truth, you really want to do this to my past self, don't you? I can't believe… that you're this kind of HanGuang-Jun."
Although Lan WangJi was still expressionless, the pink had already snuck up to his fair neck. The fingers resting at his knee also curled up unnoticeably.
Over there, with his manhood having been seized, young Wei Ying gasped a few times, "What the Hell are you doing, Lan Zhan?! Are you mad?!"
Lan Zhan's entire body had already jammed between Wei Ying's legs. Such a position indeed made one feel threatened. Seeing his disadvantage, Wei Ying immediately changed his words, "… No, no, no! Nobody said you didn't understand! L-L-L-Let go of me first—let's talk things over!"
He swung his arms agitatedly, but the GusuLan Sect's forehead ribbon was made of fine cloth. No matter how he floundered about, he couldn't break out of the bondage. With a few more swings, he saw the book that landed nearby and grabbed it immediately, throwing it onto Lan Zhan in hope that the holy illustrations would knock him sober, "Calm down first!"
The book first crashed into Lan Zhan's chest before it landed between Wei Ying's wide open legs, flipping a few pages. Lan Zhan looked down, and he could no longer move his eyes.
Coincidentally, the page just so happened to land on an illustration that depicted an extremely obscene position in an extremely bold way. On top of that, both of the illustrated figures were men!
Wei WuXian remembered that the collection he showed Lan WangJi back then had nothing to do with cut-sleeves, so there definitely wasn't such a page. He couldn't help but once again marvel at this. The details within Lan WangJi's dream were… so comprehensive that he could almost gasp in admiration!
Lan Zhan looked down, staring at the page without a single blink. Wei Ying saw the illustration as well. Immediately, he felt a bit awkward, "… Umm…" He wailed again and again within his heart. Insisting that actions were more powerful than words, he used all his strength to pull out a foot and kick forward. Yet, with only one hand, Lan Zhan grabbed the back side of his knee and opened his legs into a wider position. He stripped Wei Ying's belt and trousers with just a few motions.
Wei Ying only felt his bottom half go cold. Looking down, he felt as if his heart went cold as well, exclaiming, "What are you doing, Lan Zhan?!"
Over at the side, Wei WuXian was absolutely engrossed as he watched, so excited that he shouted in silence, What do you think?! He's gonna do you!
Stripped of his pants, Wei Ying's legs, slim and white, were stark naked as he kicked them around. Lan Zhan pressed his legs down. Referring to the illustrations, his right hand searched for the tight, fleshy spot within the two snowy cheeks.
Wei Ying's entire lower half was restrained firmly. Even when such a private region was forcefully touched, he had nowhere to hide. With two fingers, Lan Zhan rubbed the pink spot. Wei Ying shivered. A flash of embarrassment buzzed across his face, yet he forced it down and struggled as hard as he could, writhing madly. The youth on top of Wei Ying, however, continued to massage the region calmly with his right hand, eyelids lowered and lips sealed shut. Slowly, he exerted more strength, until the spot gradually softened. From the rubbing, a pink slit opened slightly, swallowing a small segment of the fair finger almost shyly.
Wei WuXian glanced at Lan WangJi with a smirk, "So this is why you refused to come in here earlier on, HanGuang-Jun. To do such a thing to me in your dream and have it seen by me—you're really gonna want to go hide in a hole, huh?"
Lan WangJi sat straight by his side. He looked down, and his eyelashes seemed to tremble.
Resting his chin on his hand, Wei WuXian faced the scene, watching his young self be pinned down fingered by a young Lan Zhan. He grinned, "If you were able to dream about it afterwards, HanGuang-Jun, you should've just did it to me back then. I…"
Before he could finish, Lan WangJi grabbed his hands and pushed him onto the ground, covering his lips with his own. Wei WuXian could feel his boiling cheeks as well as the fiercely beating heart within his chest. He found it somewhat amusing. As the moist lips parted, he murmured, "What, embarrassed again?"
Lan WangJi's breaths were abnormally rough. He didn't answer. Wei WuXian, "Or… Are you hard instead?"
At the same time, Wei Ying let out a long, crying moan by the desk.
Lan Zhan had already leaned his entire body on top of Wei Ying. The two were tightly connected below, clearly in the process of intrusion. As the hard, foreign object penetrated his body bit by bit, Wei Ying felt so uncomfortable that both his legs curled up, yet because his hands were tightly bound by the forehead ribbon, he couldn't move at all. In pain, he slammed his head loudly against the wall a few times. Lan Zhan put his hand under Wei Ying's head to act as cushion. At the same time, he sent his member entirely inside Wei Ying's body.
In the beginning, it was difficult for the fleshy spot to even take in a single finger, yet now it was stretched open with a large object both hot and hard. The delicate creases were also spread smooth. Wei Ying was still somewhat dazed, as if he didn't know what was going on. But when Lan Zhan slowly began to thrust, consulting the illustrations, Wei Ying began to let out soft, subconscious whimpers.
Wei WuXian turned to Lan WangJi, "You were small back then, Lan Zhan, but your size definitely wasn't. 'I' am a virgin, after all, so I say this is gonna be a rough round."
He spoke as he rubbed and nudged his knees against Lan WangJi's legs on purpose. Now that he'd seen with his own eyes a live session with him being the protagonist, he was very much turned on and wanted to experience the prowess of the erection again.
Before long, Lan WangJi ripped apart his trousers and the lower hem of his clothes without saying a word, while Wei WuXian naturally parted his legs and coiled them around his waist. Lan WangJi held the shaft of his erection and kneaded it against the entrance.
The two made love almost every single day. Both Wei WuXian's body and heart were long since acquainted with Lan WangJi's. He hugged Lan WangJi's neck tightly and drew in a deep breath, and he was pierced through by the blade.
The entry proceeded quite smoothly. The soft entrance and the warm, moist inside tightly sucked on the intruding object, almost as if he was born to hold the one on top of him. Soon, from where they were connected came moist squelches and the sound of flesh beating flesh.
Lan WangJi's member was quite impressive in its weight, and the shape of its shaft also curved slightly upwards. With every thrust, it'd accurately grind against the weakest, most sensitive spot on the inner wall. Every time the spot was hit, it was a whirling wave of pleasure for the both of them.
Wei WuXian felt light-headed from Lan WangJi's thrusts, his insides contracting sporadically. He shivered from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, arching his neck with relish. From this angle, he could just barely see the sixteen-year-old Wei Ying of Lan WangJi's dream, who was also in the middle of suffering such pleasure.
He lay amongst the books scattered on the ground, wrists bound together and weakly fixed above his head. His red ribbon had long since disappeared. Hair disheveled, he was on the verge of crying, tears blurring his squinting eyes. Atop him, Lan Zhan worked for a while. As if he thought Wei Ying's legs weren't far enough apart, he held Wei Ying's leg and put it over his shoulder before plunging in again. The leg couldn't hang any longer, and fell to the curve of his elbow. Both the smooth lines of the leg and the muscles at the inner thigh twitched slightly. It was obvious that Wei Ying was also driven mad by the curved, burning object that drilled through him ceaselessly. This being his first time, he could do nothing but hold tightly onto Lan Zhan's shoulders as though he was drowning. He probably couldn't even figure out where he was right now, much less recall that his current agony was afflicted by the one wreaking havoc within his body.
As he watched his sixteen-year-old self blush and tremble while being fucked by the sixteen-year-old Lan Zhan, Wei WuXian felt that it still wasn't enough. Young Lan Zhan should be even rougher, even fiercer, and bully young Wei Ying until he cried out loud. Right now was far from enough.
Within the small area of the Library Pavilion, the two titillating acts played out. Wei Ying, who had been feeling quite hazy, seemed as if he was somewhat brought back by the sounds of the slapping meat. Staring at the ceiling of the Library Pavilion, he shivered before he slowly shifted his gaze down, as though he wanted to see what the situation below his body was like but didn't have the courage to do so. Coincidentally, after Lan Zhan toiled for a while, he raised both of Wei Ying's thighs and hung them at his shoulders. After he leaned forward and charged again, Wei Ying's waist was bent into a flexible curvature. Through the blur of the tears, he could see what it was like between his buttocks.
The clean little spot of pink was now a ripe shade of deep red from the work of Lan Zhan's member, its edges so swollen that it almost seemed pitiful. The weapon, long and hard, was still thrusting in and out. The milky secretion, the thin streaks of blood, and a clear fluid of unknown origin swished around where the two connected, making a mess of things. And in the front, his own member was also raised slightly, spouting some white at its head.
Seeing the horror, Wei Ying was shocked speechless. Soon, he suddenly struggled as hard as he could, conjuring up all his strength, and fought out of Lan Zhan's grip. Flipping around, he crawled forward on his knees, wanting to escape.
For a long while he'd been fucked roughly, pressed on the ground. He'd long since lost all energy. His thighs and his knees quivered as he fumbled only a bit forward before he straight-up collapsed on the ground. The position displayed his round, snowy buttocks high in the air. White and red instantly dribbled out of the opening, rolling down the thighs. Inside the thighs was covered with red and purple handprints, able to induce one's sadism with just one look.
And all of this fell right inside the eyes of Lan Zhan right behind him. With searing eyes, he chased after him without saying a word. Wei Ying felt something tighten around his waist. He was locked in place, and the place that had been empty for a few seconds was immediately filled again.
He moaned, whispering, "No…"
Having endured so much torment, he was already soft and slick, easily able to swallow whole the erection that had just been violating him. Wei Ying groveled on the mat, his body shifting forward with each thrust. Terror flashed across his face. In the past, when he went out into the mountains to fool around, he always saw beasts mate in this position. And thus, being entered from behind, it was only natural he felt even more embarrassed, his insides clenching tight. Pinching his waist, Lan Zhan fucked even harder, still without any method. After a while at such a level of intensity, Wei Ying finally couldn't take it any longer.
Half his face and his upper body were pressed down on the ground with extreme force. He rambled incoherently, "S-Spare me, spare me… Lan Zhan, Second Young Master Lan, spare me…"
Apart from bringing about deeper and faster dives, of course this kind of plea was utterly useless. Wei WuXian laughed, "Good Heavens, I'm almost gonna get hard. Please don't spare him no matter what. The right thing to do is to fuck him all the way… Ah…"
Lan WangJi picked him up so that Wei WuXian sat on him. The weight of his body made Wei WuXian swallow the rod even deeper, so deep that his brows knit together and his face twitch slightly. He quickly diverted his attention to riding Lan WangJi, adjusting his position. He no longer had the spare energy to spout shameless comments.
As the squelches and the sounds of body slapping against body became even louder, Wei Ying's cries also became more miserable, "Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan… Did… Did you hear me… It's too deep… Don't come in all the way… My stomach hurts…"
Every time Lan Zhan went in, it was as if he was going to pierce him through. The absolute force was the exact opposite of that face of his. Wei Ying was already all red and numb from the onslaught. His entire lower body almost couldn't feel anything anymore. He tried hard to move forward, but every time he'd be dragged back roughly, forced to take Lan Zhan's shaft into the depths of his body. With a few such repetitions, he mumbled almost as if he was on his last breath, "Listen… Listen to me, outside, o-outside there are people waiting for me. Jiang Cheng and the rest… are still waiting for me outside… Ah!"
Hearing this, Lan Zhan withdrew from his body all of a sudden and turned him over.
Wei Ying let out a tear-streaked whimper and immediately curled into a ball, almost as if he wanted to hide himself like an infant. He was mostly erect at the front, on the verge of coming. Fluids were sprawled across the end of his thigh, trickling down. It was quite the spectacle. The hole that'd been forcefully used for so long was swollen, yet it still opened and closed intermittently, seeping white and red. It was as if it was hungry and didn't want Lan Zhan to leave his body.
Wei WuXian, on the other hand, had his waist and hips be supported by Lan WangJi as he rode atop his body. Even now, Lan WangJi's face was cold and elegant. If not for his somewhat scattered breathing, it was impossible to tell what he was doing just by looking at his face. It'd be even harder to guess that right now, he cupped Wei WuXian's buttocks with both hands as he squeezed and kneaded without at all controlling his force, leaving blue and purple prints on the two round halves. He then lowered his head and held the spot of red at Wei WuXian's left chest into his lips, nipping gently. As Wei WuXian swallowed his member in and out, the wet, purplish rod disappeared again and again into the deep crevice. It felt so good his scalp tingled.
Over there, Lan Zhan stared for a while at Wei Ying, who seemed like he was about to pass out. Suddenly, he tore apart the clothes in front of him and pinched the pink at his left chest before burying into his body again.
Wei Ying finally got the time to catch his breath. Right now, his entire body was sensitive to an extreme. How could he be treated like this? With a whimper, his insides squeezed tight. Tears immediately rolled down.
It seemed as if Lan Zhan was angry at the two buds on his chest, rubbing and pinching them so hard that they were erect and swollen red. Every time he was touched. Wei Ying's inner walls contracted fiercely. The warm, delicate flesh sucked the blade tightly, perfectly outlining the shape of Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying cried, "Lan Zhan, I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn't have called you an amateur, I shouldn't have said you didn't understand, I won't teach you anymore. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan did you hear me? Second Young Master Lan, Lan Er-gege…"
Hearing the sweet, nasal tone of the last word, Lan Zhan's motions slowed slightly. He indeed showed some mercy. With blurred eyes, he drew towards Wei Ying's face and gently kissed his thin, pleading lips.
Wei Ying felt as though his entire lower body had been crushed by a boulder. He felt searing hot down below and sore around his waist, while his nipples were still being teased. He was just starting to drift off when he suddenly felt the attacks below him slow down somewhat. The two's foreheads bumped against each other as two cold lips approached. They tasted a bit sweet. He opened his eyes. As he saw how Lan Zhan's long, dark eyelashes were less than inch away as he kissed him dedicatedly, he somehow felt a tinge of comfort.
And so, Wei Ying opened his mouth as well, sucking on Lan Zhan's lips softly. He murmured, "… I want more…"
What he meant was the kiss, yet Lan Zhan understood him wrong, increasing speed. Wei Ying gasped a few times. He quickly hugged his neck and took the initiative in the kiss.
In the beginning, Wei Ying only thought that it was absolutely terrifying for such a long, hard object to jab around his insides. But after so long, he also discovered a sensation apart from soreness, pain, and fatigue, gradually getting aroused. Especially when Lan Zhan's somewhat curved erection pressed hard against a certain spot inside him, it felt as if currents passed through his entire body, sending so much pleasure that he trembled. He got harder and harder in front, secreting more and more of the white fluid. He couldn't control his body from moving his hips,. Sometimes when even Lan Zhan didn't hit the right spot, he'd send his lower half forth and try his hardest to accommodate. What went out of his mouth also ceased to be pleas.
Wei Ying, "… Ge… Er-Gege… Lan Er-Gege… Pl-… Please…"
Lan Zhan caught his breath, his voice deep, "What?"
Wei Ying cupped his cheeks and kissed unstoppably, whispering, "Do it up there, just like before, hit that spot, alright…?"
As he wished, Lan Zhan ground his hips in the direction he wanted. These few thrusts seemed especially heavy. Wei Ying cried in surprise, limbs wrapping around his body as he called, "What…"
Lan Zhan had already blocked his lips, concentrating on the kiss.
Wei WuXian also lingered in the kiss with Lan WangJi, his tongue sketching the outline of the other's lips. Hearing what happened over there, Wei WuXian spoke, "HanGuang-Jun, you came over there."
A sweaty Lan Zhan embraced a similar Wei Ying, lying quietly on the mat that had already been wrinkled. Wei Ying's chest heaved up and down, his eyes still somewhat hazy. The two hadn't parted yet. He was still sucking tightly on Lan Zhan's member. The semen was sealed tightly inside and not a single drop had leaked.
Wei WuXian grinned, "Look over here. Shouldn't we also…"
Lan WangJi nodded and laid him flat on the mat. Hips steady, he lunged a few times before letting it out inside Wei WuXian's body.
Wei WuXian let out a breath of relief. It felt wonderful, yet his back and buttocks weren't made of steel. After messing about for so long, watching the two younger ones, he was pretty much drained of all energy. Yet, Lan WangJi didn't pull out just yet. Instead, still inside of him, he adjusted him into another position.
Wei WuXian, "HanGuang-… Jun?"
Lan WangJi let out a small smile. He approached his ear and said a few soft words.
Wei WuXian, "… Umm, wait? By fuck him all the way, I meant for the young Lan Zhan in your dream to fuck the me in the dream all the way? I didn't mean… Lan Zhan? Er-Ge-… Ge? Spare me!!!"
บท 122: Incense Burner (2)
The second morning, Wei WuXian somehow woke up earlier than Lan WangJi did. His legs were shaking throughout the entire day.
The tapir* incense burner was seized and scrutinized by them for a long while. Wei WuXian took it apart and put it back together, but he still couldn't understand the mystery behind it.
*TN: This refers to the mythical animal in the shape of which the incense burner was built. These creatures are often connected to dreams.
Sitting beside the desk, Wei WuXian pondered, "If it's not a problem with the incense, then it has to be a problem with the incense burner. What a thing. It feels so real even Empathy might not compare to it. Was it ever recorded in the Library Pavilion?"
Lan WangJi shook his head.
If he shook his head, that meant it was certain nobody had ever recorded it. Wei WuXian, "Oh, well. Its potency has already passed. We should store it properly for now so that other people don't come into contact with it by accident. If some master of spiritual tools ever visit us, we could take it out again and ask them."
They both thought that the incense burner's potency has passed already, yet what happened was beyond what they expected.
At night, after a round between the sheets, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi fell asleep side by side, lying within the Jingshi.
Soon after, he opened his eyes again only to discover that he was again lying below the magnolia tree outside the Library Pavilion. The sunlight spilled onto his face through the flowering branches. Wei WuXian squinted, covering it with his hand. He slowly got up.
This time, however, Lan WangJi wasn't beside him.
Wei WuXian cupped his right hand around his lips, shouting, "Lan Zhan!"
Nobody answered. Wei WuXian wondered, Looks like the incense burner's potency hasn't passed yet. But where's Lan Zhan? Don't tell me I'm the only one affected by the incense burner's leftover powers?
Before the magnolia trees was a small path of white pebbles. A group of the GusuLan Sect's disciples, wearing white clothes and forehead ribbons, passed carrying a few books each, as though they were about to attend their morning lectures. None of them spared Wei WuXian a single glance, still unable to see him. Wei WuXian went up the Library Pavilion and stole a look. Lan WangJi wasn't inside, no matter the big one or the small one. And so he got down again, beginning his aimless stroll throughout the Cloud Recesses.
Not long afterwards, he managed to make out the whispering voices of two boys. He walked closer, finding that one of their voices sounded quite familiar, "… Nobody had ever kept any within the bounds of the Cloud Recesses. To do such a thing is unheard of."
After a moment of silence, the other boy answered, somewhat dejected, "I know. But… I have already made my promise. I cannot go against my word."
Wei WuXian picked this up. He sneakily glanced over. As expected, conversing amidst a clearing of green grass was Lan XiChen and Lan WangJi.
It was a spring day vibrant with soft winds. The young brothers seemed to be two immaculate pieces of jade, reflected against each other. Both were dressed in snowy robes, their wide sleeves and forehead ribbons flapping in the wind, almost as if they were a painting. The Lan WangJi at this point in time was also just about sixteen. He frowned slightly, as though he was worried about something. What he held in his arm was a white rabbit, sniffing its pink nose, and beside his foot was another rabbit, its long ears perked up as it stood clinging to his boot, trying to climb up.
Lan XiChen, "How could the casual remarks between two boys be considered a serious promise? Is it really because of this?"
Lan WangJi looked at the ground and said nothing.
Lan XiChen smiled, "Fine. Then if by any chance Uncle asks of this, you must explain things to him properly. These days, you have been spending just a little too much time on them."
Lan WangJi nodded solemnly, "Thank you, Brother." With a pause, he added, "… They will not affect my studies."
Lan XiChen, "I know, WangJi. However, you must not tell Uncle who gave these to you. Or else, out of rage, he would make you send them away no matter what."
Hearing this, it seemed as though Lan WangJi hugged the rabbit in his arms even tighter. Lan XiChen smiled. He reached out and poked the rabbit's pink nose with his fingertip, before leisurely walking away.
After he left, Lan WangJi stood there for a while, thinking. The rabbit at times flicked its ears, resting within his arms in a comfortable manner. The one by his foot clung even more anxiously. Lan WangJi glanced at it before bending down and picking it up as well. He placed both rabbits inside his arms, stroking gently. The tenderness of his hands contrasted his expression.
Wei WuXian felt his heart itch from just the sight of the scene. He walked out from behind the tree, wanting to get even closer to the young Lan WangJi. Yet, the rabbits fell from Lan WangJi's hands, and the atmosphere changed at once. He spun around. After he saw whom it was, his piercing gaze immediately faltered, "… You?!"
He was shocked, yet Wei WuXian was even more shocked, "You can see me?"
This was definitely the strangest. Logically, those inside the dream shouldn't be able to see him. But right now, Lan WangJi looked straight at him, "Of course I can. You are… Wei Ying?"
The young man in front of him looked over twenty, definitely older than fifteen. And yet, he indeed had the same face as Wei WuXian. Lan WangJi couldn't figure out the identity of the intruder, maintaining sharp vigilance. If he were wearing his sword right now, he would've probably unsheathed Bichen already.
Wei WuXian reacted with extreme swiftness. He fixed his expression at once, "It's me!"
With such an answer, Lan WangJi's face seemed even more alarmed as he walked a few steps backward. Wei WuXian put on a wounded expression and tone, "Lan Zhan, I took such great pains to come back and find you—how could you treat me like this?
Lan WangJi, "Are you… truly Wei Ying?"
Wei WuXian, "Of course."
Lan WangJi, "Then why is your appearance different?"
Wei WuXian, "Now that'd be a long story. This is what happened: I'm Wei WuXian indeed, but I'm Wei WuXian from seven years in the future. Seven years later, I discovered a powerful tool that let me travel back in time into the past. I was just in the middle of examining it when I touched it accidentally—and here I am!"
The explanation was so absurd it couldn't even fool a child. Lan WangJi's voice was cold, "How can you prove it?"
Wei WuXian, "How do you want me to? I know absolutely everything about you. The rabbit you were hugging as well as the one by your feet—those were from me, weren't they? You seemed so reluctant when you accepted them, yet now you refuse to let them go even when your brother tells you not to. You've fallen in love?"
Hearing this, Lan WangJi's expression changed slightly. He seemed as if he wanted to say something, yet stopped in the middle, "I…"
Wei WuXian walked a few steps closer, opening his arms with a wide grin, "What's wrong? You embarrassed?"
Seeing just how peculiar his actions were, Lan WangJi looked as though he faced a formidable enemy, his face full of caution as he walked even more steps back. Wei WuXian hadn't seen Lan WangJi face him with such an attitude in a long time. He laughed in secret as he feigned anger, "What do you mean by this? What are you avoiding me for? Good for you, Lan Zhan—for ten years you and I have been husband and wife, and now you've forgotten about me so easily?"
With this, Lan WangJi's handsome, icy features snapped instantaneously.
He began. "… For ten years? You… and I? … have been husband and wife?!"
It was only eleven words, yet he only managed to spit them out after a handful of pauses. Wei WuXian seemed as though he finally realized something, "Oh, I forgot. You don't know about this yet. Doing the maths, it seems like we've only just met each other? Did I just leave the Cloud Recesses? No worries. Let me tell you a secret—just a few years, and we'll become partners in cultivation!"
Lan WangJi, "… Partners in cultivation?"
Wei WuXian gloated, "That's right! The kind that practices dual cultivation everyday. It was a proper, orthodox marriage—we've even prostrated."
Lan WangJi was so enraged that his chest heaved slightly. A moment later, a few words seeped from between his teeth, "… Utterly nonsense!"
Wei WuXian, "You'll know if it's nonsense or not if you keep listening for just a bit longer. When you sleep, you like to hug me tightly, and you have to be hugging me or else you won't be able to sleep; every time you kiss me it's always so long, and when it ends you like to bite me gently before you leave; oh, right, you like to bite me too when we're doing that other thing, like on my body…"
Ever since the words 'hug me tightly', Lan WangJi's expression had become twisted. The longer he listened, the greater his reaction was. It was as if he was about to cover his ears to block out the obscenity, lunging forward ready to strike, "Nonsense!"
Wei WuXian dodged to the side, "Nonsense again? At least change things up a bit! And how do you even know I'm talking nonsense? Is this not what you're like?"
Lan WangJi spoke a word at a time, "I… have never kissed… so how could I know what I like… when I…!"
Wei WuXian thought for a bit, "You're not wrong. You haven't kissed anyone yet at this age, so of course you don't know what you're like when you kiss someone. Wanna try right now?"
"…" Lan WangJi was in such a rage he had even forgotten to summon the disciples and seize the suspicious intruder. He attacked strike after strike, aiming straight for his wrist*. He was still young at this point, however. Wei WuXian was a lot more skilled, easily avoiding the attacks. Spotting an opening, he pinched somewhere on Lan WangJi's arm, and Lan WangJi's movements paused. With this opportunity, Wei WuXian landed a light peck on his cheek.
*TN: At one's wrist, where the veins are and where the pulse can be felt, is an acupoint that is supposedly deadly.
"…"
After the kiss, Wei WuXian let go of Lan WangJi's arm and released the restraint.
But Lan WangJi was already a frozen statue, and for a long time he remained so, sent into a daze.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…" Wei WuXian laughed himself awake from the dream.
He laughed so hard he almost rolled off the bed. Fortunately, Lan WangJi's arms were always wrapped around his waist. Along with the laughter, his entire body trembled the moment he woke up, making Lan WangJi wake up from his sleep as well. The two sat up together.
Lan WangJi looked down, massaging his temple with one hand, "Just now, I…"
Wei WuXian, "Just now, did you have a dream that you met a twenty-something-year-old me when you were fifteen?"
"…" Lan WangJi stared at him, "The incense burner."
Wei WuXia nodded, "I thought I only entered the dream again because of the incense burner's after effects, yet who knew you were the one who was influenced even more heavily."
Tonight's situation was different from last time's. Just now, the young Lan Zhan in the dream was Lan WangJi himself.
Those who were dreaming often didn't know that they were dreaming. And thus, Lan WangJi really thought he was only fifteen in his dream. It was a proper dream at first—morning lectures, strolls, taking care of rabbits. Yet, he ran right into Wei WuXian, who snuck into his dream and decided to make mischief there. After he was caught, what came was a good round of teasing.
Wei WuXian, "I can't anymore, Lan Zhan. How you looked hugging your rabbit and not letting go, scared out of your wits that your brother and your uncle might not let you have them—I love you so much. Hahahahaha…"
Lan WangJi didn't know how to respond, "… It is late at night. Your laughter might disturb others."
Wei WuXian, "You think we're quiet everyday at night? Why did you wake up so early? Wake up a bit later, and I'd drag you to the far mountains of your sect and do bad things with you, letting the young Lan-Ergege have a first taste of the good stuff in life, hahahaha…"
Lan WangJi watched him roll around at the side. He never ended up finding the words. After sitting for a while, he suddenly reached out and pressed Wei WuXian down onto the bed.
The two thought that after the second night passed, the incense burner's powers should've dissipated already. Yet, the third night, Wei WuXian woke up in Lan WangJi's dream again.
Dressed in black, he sauntered through the white pebble paths of the Cloud Recesses, Chenqing's red tassel bobbing up and down with each stride of his. Soon, the sound of reciting textbook material floated by.
It was from the direction of the Lanshi. Wei WuXian strutted towards the room. As expected, a couple of the Lan Sect's disciples were doing their evening studies inside. Lan QiRen wasn't there. Lan WangJi was still the one who supervised.
The Lan WangJi of tonight's dream still appeared to be young, but he was more like the one Wei WuXian saw in the Cave of the Xuanwu, about seventeen or eighteen. His features held an elegance that already carried the air of a prominent cultivator, yet still bore the youthful green of a young man. He sat attentively before the room. When someone had a question and came forth to ask, he would take a swift glance before immediately coming up with an answer, his serious expression creating stark contrast against his adolescence.
Wei WuXian leaned against a pillar outside the Lanshi. Having watched for a while, he soundlessly swept up to the roof and placed Chenqing near his lips.
Within the Lanshi, Lan WangJi paused slightly. One of the boys asked, "Young Master, what is it?"
Lan WangJi, "Who is playing the flute at such a time?"
The boys looked at one another. Quickly, one of them replied, "I hear no flute?"
With this, Lan WangJi frowned somewhat. He stood up and went out the door, holding his sword, just in time for Wei WuXian to put his flute away and land nimbly on another roof with a leap.
Lan WangJi noticed the movement, ordering in a lowered voice, "Who is it?!"
Wei WuXian let out two crisp whistles slide out from below his tongue. The sound was already a couple dozen yards away. He laughed, "It's your husband!"
Hearing the voice, Lan WangJi's expression changed. He couldn't be sure, "Wei Ying?"
Wei WuXian didn't answer him. Lan WangJi unsheathed Bichen from his back and chased after him. With a few hops and leaps, Wei WuXian had already landed atop the tall walls of the Cloud Recesses. He stood up, stepping on a rooftop tile. Lan WangJi landed as well, standing a few feet away from him. Holding Bichen, his forehead ribbon, his sleeves, and the lower hems of his robes flapped in the night wind, almost heavenly.
Wei WuXian put his hands behind his back, grinning, "What a handsome man with what handsome moves. With such a scene, it'd be absolutely perfect if there were to be a handsome jar of Emperor's Smile."
Lan WangJi stared straight at him. A moment later, he spoke, "Wei Ying, what do you need, visiting the Cloud Recesses at night uninvited?"
Wei WuXian, "Guess?"
"…" Lan WangJi, "Ridiculous!"
Bichen's blade sliced past, yet Wei WuXian dodged it easily. The young adult Lan WangJi was already adept at the sword, yet in front of the current Wei WuXian, he couldn't really post much of a threat. Just a few exchanges, and he caught an opening, slapping a talisman onto Lan WangJi's chest. Lan WangJi's body froze, unable to move, while Wei WuXian grabbed him and sprinted towards the back mountains of the Cloud Recesses.
Wei WuXian found a thick bush of herb plants. Lan WangJi was placed here, leaning against a white rock, "What do you want?"
Wei WuXian pinched his cheek, his face serious, "Rape."
Lan WangJi couldn't tell if he was joking or not, face growing pale, "Wei Ying, you… must not act so recklessly."
Wei WuXian laughed, "You know me. I love acting recklessly." As he spoke, he reached under Lan WangJi's thick layers and took a squeeze at a critical region of his.
The squeeze was quite skillfully executed, between light and heavy. Instantly, Lan WangJi's expression grew funny.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he sealed his lips together, eventually managing to take control over his face and feign calmness. However, Wei WuXian went even further, untying his sashes and stripping his lower garments in just a few moves. He weighed in his hand the heavy thing that didn't at all match Lan WangJi's delicate features, praising from the bottom of his heart, "You've truly been talented since a young age, HanGuang-Jun."
After he spoke, he even gave the shaft a light flick. With the such a private part of his body being played with like this, Lan WangJi already looked as if he was about to die from rage. He didn't have the spare energy to think about whom HanGuang-Jun was either, his voice harsh, "Wei Ying!!!"
Wei WuXian snickered, "Shout all you want. Nobody would come to save you even if you shout your throat hoarse."
Lan WangJi was about to speak again as he watched Wei WuXian finish laughing and, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, sink down to swallow the length down below.
Shock exploded in Lan WangJi's eyes. He couldn't even believe what was happening, his entire body stiff.
The seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi was still surrounded by youthful immaturity, yet the size of that erection was definitely not to be reckoned with. Wei WuXian slowly took the length into his mouth. Even before he could swallow everything, he felt its slippery tip knock against the wall of his throat. The body of the erection was thick and searing. The inside of his mouth could even feel the strong pulse of its veins. His cheeks also puffed from stuffing the foreign object inside. Despite the difficulty, he still patiently sent the remaining bit deeper into his throat.
Wei WuXian was indeed quite experienced with dealing with that member of Lan WangJi's. He gave it all that he had, sucking and licking with much noise, almost as though he was tasting some sort of delicacy with devotion. Even with Lan WangJi's ever-so-fair complexion that refused to let out a single tint of red, he was still blushing at his neck and ears, breaths shallow. Wei WuXian spent so long time sucking and swallowing that even his cheeks began to hurt, yet still there was no release. He was quite puzzled as to what was going on—it was impossible he wasn't even skilled enough to handle the seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi. He glanced up, however, only to find that Lan WangJi's face was full of endurance. The rod was clearly already as hard as iron, yet he persisted stubbornly, refusing to release almost as if he was trying to protect some last line of defense.
He found it to be quite amusing, his desire to make mischief rising up again. The moist tip of the tongue licked again and again the slit atop the thick glans. With a few deep throats, Lan WangJi finally couldn't hold it any longer and let it out.
The ejaculate was rather thick, its musky smell pouring into his throat. Wei WuXian straightened up, coughing lightly as he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Like before, he swallowed everything. On the other hand, after the release, Lan WangJi stared fixedly at Wei WuXian with red eyes, speechless, whether as his body's response to the orgasm or simply out of rage and embarrassment.
Wei WuXian felt his heart melt, seeing such a humiliated face. He lay a gentle peck on his cheek, "Alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bullied you."
As he spoke, he wiped his fingers on the length that had just ejaculated and drew his hands back, untying his sash to take off his lower garments.
Wei WuXian had slender legs, his thighs white as jade, lined by smooth muscles. The pair of buttocks was round and full, creating quite an enjoyable scene. On the other hand, leaning against the rock, Lan WangJi was most certainly able to see all that and more that was going on beneath Wei WuXian's body.
Kneeling among the grass, Wei WuXian turned around and lay prone onto the ground, facing Lan WangJi with his back. He moved the fingers smeared with white towards his lower body. The entrance hid amidst the deep crevice. Wei WuXian only revealed the spot of pink after he parted the cheeks slightly. The slit was soft and rather yielding. It was closed properly at first, yet as Wei WuXian gently massaged Lan WangJi's semen around the entrance with his two long fingers, it began to open, almost shyly swallowing the fingertip. Wei WuXian sent his finger slowly and firmly all the way inside before starting to move it in and out. A while later, he began to speed up somewhat, and he was growing erect at the front as well.
When watery squelches began to come from behind, Wei WuXian inserted a third finger. He let out a soft breath, as though it was becoming too much for him. He was well aware of his capabilities, and his fingers slowed down again.
Amid the night, these details shouldn't come across as obvious, but Lan WangJi's senses were sharp, especially his sight. He could do nothing but watch as the titillating scene carried on in front of his eyes, somehow unable to even look away.
In bed, Wei WuXian liked to reach the peak alongside Lan WangJi. In case he released too early, thus, he avoided the key region within his body during the fingering process. However, Lan WangJi had always taken quite good care of his sensitive spot. Right now, unable to be satisfied, his inner wall tightened more than usual, contracting time after time as though it was discontent. When the fingers at time didn't touch the spot, his hips would sink uncontrollably, sending the spot towards his fingers. With a few of these near brushes, Wei WuXian felt his thighs tremble weakly, almost unable to keep kneeling any longer. He immediately withdrew his fingers, taking a moment to calm down. Turning back, he caught Lan WangJi off guard with the sudden eye contact. Lan WangJi shut his eyes closed at once.
Wei WuXian smirked, "Hey, Lan Zhan, what are you doing? Reciting the Lan Sect's sect rules in your heart?"
With the correct guess, Lan WangJi's eyelashes flickered. He seemed like he wanted to open his eyes, yet in the end he still held it back.
Wei WuXian continued lazily, "Look at me, won't you? What are you scared of? It's not like I'd do anything bad to you."
His voice was pleasant to start with. When he said those words, his tone was so languid and frivolous that it almost seemed like a little hook. Yet, it was as if Lan WangJi was determined to not look, not listen, not speak, and definitely not pay him any regard, refusing to be affected. Wei WuXian, "Are you really gonna be so heartless as to not even give me a look?"
With a few more teasing words, as he saw that Lan WangJi wouldn't open his eyes no matter what, Wei WuXian raised a brow, "Well, if this is the case, I'll be borrowing your Bichen for a bit. You won't mind that, will you?"
As he spoke, he indeed picked up the fallen Bichen.
Lan WangJi's eyes sprang open, his voice harsh, "What are you going to do?!"
Wei WuXian, "What do you think I'm going to do?"
Lan WangJi, "… I do not know!"
Wei WuXian, "If you don't know what I'm going to do, why are you being so anxious?"
Lan WangJi, "I! I…"
Wei WuXian stared at him with a grin. He waved Bichen in his hand before he looked down, planting a soft kiss on Bichen's hilt. Right after, he stuck out the scarlet tip of his tongue and began to lick the hilt.
Bichen's blade was rather transparent, as if made of ice and snow, yet its hilt was forged from pure, refined silver. It was quite heavy in terms of weight, its carvings ancient and elegant. The scene before him was truly erotic. Lan WangJi seemed as though he was extremely upset, "Let go of Bichen!"
Wei WuXian, "Why?"
Lan WangJi, "It is my sword! You cannot use it to… to…"
Wei WuXian mused, "I know it's your sword. I'm just really fond of it and wanted to play with it for a bit. What did you think I was gonna do with it?"
"…" Lan WangJi didn't know what to say.
Wei WuXian laughed, "Hahahahahahahaha, what are you thinking about, Lan Zhan?! Aren't you a bit too indecent?"
As he saw how Wei WuXian not only denied it, but even instead returned the attack, Lan WangJi's expression was a spectacle. Having teased him for a while, Wei WuXian was much satisfied as he continued, "If you want me to not touch your sword, you can exchange it with yourself. How about that? Yes or no?"
Lan WangJi could neither say 'yes' nor simply let him play with himself using Lan WangJi's own sword. He didn't know how to answer the question. Wei WuXian kneeled on the ground with his back straight as he crawled towards him on his knees, coaxing, "If you just say 'yes', I'll give you back your sword and do fun things with you. Yes or no?"
A while later, a word squeezed through Lan WangJi's clenched teeth, "… No!"
Wei WuXian raised his brows, "Hm. Mark your word." He backed off from Lan WangJi's body and sat down before him, grinning as he parted his legs, "Then you can watch me play with Bichen."
With such a shameless position of having his legs be spread so widely, Lan WangJi had a more than clear view of the sight at his private regions.
Two fair buttocks parted slightly because of the wide motion, revealing the pink spot in between. With the fingering from before, the entrance was already somewhat swollen, yet with moisture, it seemed even more delicate. Wei WuXian turned Bichen's blade around and pointed the hilt towards the entrance. He drew in a light breath. Pressing slightly, the thin folds were immediately smoothed, sucking on the tip of Bichen's hilt. A short length was instantly shoved in.
Bichen's hilt felt almost as cold as ice or steel, sending a shiver down Wei WuXian's spine. Suffering the cold, the tunnel squeezed even more, letting out a small portion of the hilt. At once, Wei WuXian clenched Bichen and forced it inside his body with greater strength, starting to push and pull.
The inner walls were sucking tight to begin with, and the hilt was covered with the bumps and dents of ancient carvings. The feeling of it rubbing inside was enough to drive one mad. As it kneaded at a particular spot, Wei WuXian let out a low moan, drawing his legs slightly closer as he felt his head spin and his scalp tingle. He was once again aroused at the front, already erect.
From Lan WangJi's perspective, it was truly a scene so impossibly obscene. Wei WuXian lay in front of Lan WangJi, opening his legs out of his own will as he held Lan WangJi's sword Bichen down below. The hilt was hard and cold, making the soft entrance swollen in an almost pitiful way. Even so, Wei WuXian still tried hard as he pushed and pulled it inside his body, his motions quickening as the thrusts became easier and easier. He breathed lightly as he gazed at Lan WangJi with glazed eyes, calling, "Lan Zhan…"
"Lan Zhan…" The calls were tinged with a slightly nasal tone. It seemed like he was begging him, or perhaps like unconscious murmurs that came from the pleasure. Either way, it was enough to muddle one's mind. Lan WangJi seemed as if he couldn't even shut his eyes again or even avert his gaze, staring with fervor at his face, at how he struggled under Bichen, at how he shuddered as he touched himself. Lan WangJi's knuckles cracked.
On the other hand, Wei WuXian had no idea what was happening here. With Bichen's torment, he unconsciously drew his legs even nearer, all the way until he squeezed his thighs and buttocks together. The entrance also sucked even tighter on the sword hilt. Wei WuXian let out a breath. Feeling both his arms and his legs drain of strength, he lay sideways on the ground. Just as he wanted to rest for a bit, his knees were suddenly seized by a pair of iron-like hands, and his legs were forced open.
Wei WuXian opened his eyes, only to crash into Lan WangJi's almost frighteningly red ones, ignited by a strange flame. He grabbed Bichen, pulled it out, and tossed it far away. The moment the hilt left his body, Wei WuXian let out a moan, as if he was dissatisfied.
Lan WangJi raged, "Shameless!!!"
He pressed Wei WuXian onto the ground, shoving the purplish and swollen member inside. The moment he plunged in, he began to thrust with an unstoppable force.
As soon as Lan WangJi entered, Wei WuXian's legs obediently wrapped around Lan WangJi's waist as he hugged Lan WangJi's neck with compliance, in quite a welcoming way. Yet, after just a few thrusts, he felt that it was a bit too much. Lan WangJi's motions were too rough. Every time it seemed as if he was going to crash backwards from the force, his backside along with his tailbone hurting slightly.
Wei WuXian called, "Gentler! Er-Gege, go a bit gentler…"
Whether unfortunate or not, Wei WuXian forgot that right now he was older than the Lan WangJi inside the dream. Having accidentally blurted out 'Er-Gege', he not only didn't cause Lan WangJi to hold back at all, but instead Lan WangJi thrusted even harder, almost as if he wanted to break Wei WuXian's buttocks as punishment.
Wei WuXian arched back his neck, drawing in a difficult breath amidst the storm-like rhythm, "It's… so hot!"
Bichen's entire body effused cold air. Its shaft having been held within Wei WuXian, it made his insides grow softer, yet somewhat cool to the touch. Meanwhile, Lan WangJi's manhood was both thicker and warmer than Bichen's shaft. And thus, every time Lan WangJi sank inside, it felt as if a ball of fire had burned through his stomach, so hot that Wei WuXian wanted to roll all over the ground. Yet, after having touched himself for so long and along with Lan WangJi's rough motions, his body had long since gone limp, only able to shiver under Lan WangJi's attacks. Right now, in spite of his level of cultivation being much higher than Lan WangJi's he was still unable to resist. When he really couldn't take it any longer, he could only dodge to the side, twisting his waist in desire to escape, yet Lan WangJi pinned him down. With a few deeper thrusts, he couldn't even make a sound anymore.
Lan WangJi's harsh yet low voice sounded beside his ear, "Who is the husband?"
At first, Wei WuXian was still dazed and unable to react. Lan WangJi asked again, with a plunge so deep he almost perished from pleasure. He hurried, "You! You! You are, you're the husband…"
It was all karma for him.
For a while, Wei WuXian clenched his teeth and obediently endured the fucking. The cold inner walls were rubbed warm from the friction, and it finally felt a little better. The top of the shaft was roughly lined, driving into his body, while the tunnel itself was moist and soft, sucking and contracting sporadically. The curvature of the erection within him kneaded over that spot within him again and again. Wei WuXian felt so good that he might go mad, yet he just had to pretend to be feeble and overwhelmed. As he shifted up and down from Lan WangJi's steady rhythm, he clung to Lan WangJi's arms and begged, "… Er-Gege… Lan Zhan… Go a bit gentler, won't you? It hurts… I think I'm bleeding…"
It was indeed quite moist where the two were connected, and the wet squelches also grew louder in volume. Hearing this, Lan WangJi immediately looked down, and was at once frozen.
Wei WuXian whined, "Is it bleeding?"
Lan WangJi let out a heavy breath, "No?"
Wei WuXian, "No? Then what is it?"
Lan WangJi's deep voice sounded, "You are wet."
No matter for how long, the insides of Wei WuXian's thighs had already become covered in some sort of fluid, while on Lan WangJi's dark erection was the same moist reflection. It could only be from within Wei WuXian's body.
Wei WuXian pretend as if he didn't believe it, "Really? Really?" He asked as he grabbed Lan WangJi's hand and led him towards where they were joined. The rod was thick and lined with veins, stretching the small entrance to the maximum. Lan WangJi felt a handful of the viscous fluid, along with the two tightly connected bodies. As if he were stabbed by a needle, he immediately drew his hand away and looked. The fluid was transparent. It was, as expected, not blood.
Wei WuXian's and Lan WangJi's bodies were quite compatible with each other's. At the peak of arousal, of course the body would react on its own. Right now, however, Wei WuXian was intent on teasing him. Seeing his curved lips, Lan WangJi knew that he'd been fooled, once again burying himself inside. Wei WuXian's breath was shattered into pieces from the thrusts. He hurried, "… Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, let me get up, let me be on top, alright?"
Lan WangJi seemed as though he didn't understand what Wei WuXian meant by 'on top', hesitating slightly. Wei WuXian hugged him and struggled hard to flip the two, switching their positions.
At the moment, Lan WangJi lay flat on the ground while Wei WuXian sat on top of him, the two of them connected hips to buttocks. In the process of the position switch, the thick, scorching erection remained deep within Wei WuXian. It never left for a single moment, only subtly stirring around his insides. Wei WuXian squinted from the pleasure, feeling his head begin to spin again.
He looked down. Whether an illusion or not, he kept on feeling that his flat abdomen swelled slightly from Lan WangJi's member being inside. He couldn't help but reached down and touched his stomach. Soon, Lan WangJi lifted his buttocks and forced him to start moving.
Wei WuXian rose and fell from his hands. As he rose, he'd go so high up that only the stiff tip was inside his body; as he fell, he'd take the object below his hips all the way into the deepest parts of his body, so deep that he couldn't help but frown. On top of that, the pace was so fast it almost didn't allow any room to breathe. In the past, every time the two made love, such a position had to be involved, as it went the deepest and Wei WuXian enjoyed it the most. Yet right now, he suffered rather greatly from the unbearable depth. The seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi of the dream had gone mad from the teasing, unable to control his force at all. And yet Wei WuXian was fucked so hard that his legs shivered. He couldn't even stand, much less have the strength to struggle out. With such an unfortunate situation, he could only prop his hands on Lan WangJi's firm abdomen, gasping slightly.
Wei WuXian was born with a thin waist and thin hips, but there was quite a lot of flesh on his backside. Lan WangJi's fingers sank deep into the meat, squeezing and rubbing. Soon, there was a noticeable area of bruising. Wei WuXian felt his entire body itch from the inside out, his buttocks aching from the rubbing. He couldn't help but push away one of Lan WangJi's hands. Yet, Lan Wangji seemed to be extremely dissatisfied by such a gesture. Frowning, his face darkened, and Wei WuXian's buttcheek was afflicted with a loud, hard slap. The sound echoed crisply.
Wei WuXian was shocked speechless by the slap.
In his whole life, not many people had hit him in such a place. Even when he misbehaved when he was young, Madam Yu had only whipped him on his back or his palms, much less Jiang FengMian and Jiang YanLi who cared for him too much to hit him at all. When he watched children from other families be stripped of their trousers and beaten on the backside, he felt that it was shameful in every way, gloating that he'd never been beaten like that before. Yet right now, Lan WangJi had broken this streak of his, and not to mention… it was the seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi as well.
Immediately, Wei WuXian's face flashed between red and white. This was the first time the uncontrollable sense of shame arose within him in bed.
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't keep going. Even half his backside was still stinging. He quickly shouted, "I'm not doing it anymore!" And rolled to the side, off of Lan WangJi's body.
Dragging two limp legs, he struggled to crawl away, searching for his trousers. Lan WangJi was in the middle of arousal. Besides, he'd been squeezed and pinched and flicked and kissed and touched and threatened by Wei WuXian for such a long time. He was filled to the brim by an unspeakable rage. Having suddenly discovered that Wei WuXian was especially scared of others hitting him on the buttocks, how could he let go of him so easily? He waved his hand, and the trousers that Wei WuXian had just pulled up to his knees immediately tore into pieces. Lan WangJi flipped his whole person over, locked his wrists behind his back, and landed another heavy hit on the snowy flesh.
Alongside the crisp sound, Wei WuXian's entire body trembled. He wailed, "It hurts!"
It didn't actually hurt. It was only just so unbearably embarrassing. In bed, Wei WuXian never tried to suppress his sounds, and thus every time his voice would go somewhat hoarse in the middle. It didn't really sound like a cry of pain, but rather more like a tempting moan. Hearing this, Lan WangJi paused, his gaze lowering.
Below his palms were the two round halves. Because of the two slaps, a light tint of pink shone through the fair skin, criss-crossed with rough fingerprints. Having been forcefully separated and fucked for so long, the crevice parted slightly, revealing the timidly contracting entrance, which seemed even softer now that it was swollen, almost making one doubt how it was able to swallow the hilt of Bichen and that horrifyingly-sized member of Lan WangJi's. Near his buttocks and his inner thighs was lined with thin streaks of liquid.
Lan WangJi's eyes darkened.
On the other hand, having been seized by him, Wei WuXian was scared he'd hit him again. He hurried to squeeze his entrance behind, trying hard to avert Lan WangJi's attention by making the slit open and close, hoping that he'd pay attention to the real deal and stop being so fixated on these two pieces of his flesh. As expected, he could hear Lan WangJi's breaths grow heavier from behind. He flipped his body around and sunk in again. The entry was more than smooth. Feeling his body be filled up again, Wei WuXian finally let out a breath of relief.
However, before he could even let out his breath completely, Lan WangJi landed another slap at his backside. Wei WuXian shivered from the strike, tightening uncontrollably. As the tip kneaded across his sensitive spot, he grew more erect as well, secreting drops of white.
And then, every time time Lan WangJi thrusted, he'd strike his buttcheeks, which meant every time Wei WuXian's insides would tighten to the most when the front of Lan WangJi's erection dug into that vital spot as he grew harder at the front. It was three layers of stimulation layering on top of one another. He felt almost as if he was in the midst of a terrifying tempest, whimpering softly, "Don't be like this… Lan Zhan… Stop… Stop it… Wake up! Wake up, Lan Zhan…"
He knew Lan WangJi had always been aggressive in bed, and he'd always loved his aggression. Yet, this was the first time he was forced into such a corner.
With dozens of slaps, Wei WuXian's buttcheeks were both red and warm, slightly swollen. It felt stinging to the touch, and his body grew more sensitive as well. When Lan WangJi plunged into the depths again, he lowered his head and kissed Wei WuXian's lips. Wei WuXian weakly hugged his shoulder, melting into the kiss. Exhausted, he finally released.
The milky fluid splattered between their abdomens. Following him, Lan WangJi also released to his content inside Wei WuXian's body.
After staying obediently for a while within the embrace, Wei WuXian spoke, his voice hoarse, "… It hurts…"
After having released the second time, it seemed as if Lan WangJi finally returned to his senses. Lying top of him, he somewhat helplessly asked, "… Where?"
Wei WuXian, "…"
Of course he couldn't say his ass hurt. He only whispered, "Lan Zhan, kiss me some more, hurry up…"
Seeing how he looked down, behaving so oddly proper, pink crawled upon Lan WangJi's white earlobes. He did as he was told and hugged Wei WuXian tightly, putting his lips around Wei WuXian's as he initiated the tender kiss.
When their lips parted, Lan WangJi indeed placed a light bite over Wei WuXian's lower lip.
And then both of them awakened.
Lying atop the wooden bed of the Jingshi, the two looked across at each other for a few moments. Lan WangJi pulled Wei WuXian into his arms again.
In the embrace, Wei WuXian was kissed for a long while. Satisfied, he shut his eyes, "Lan Zhan… Let me ask you a question. By coming inside of me every time, is it that you want me to bear a little Young Master Lan for you?"
In the dream he teased Lan WangJi and ended up digging his own grave, so when he woke up and saw Lan WangJi again, he couldn't help but to spout out nonsense again. But Lan WangJi wasn't as easily flustered as before either. He only asked, "How could you?"
Wei WuXian shifted his sore arms, using them as a pillow for his head, "Ugh, if I could, with how much you fuck me all the time, there would've long since been a den of little ones running on the ground."
Lan WangJi could never bear listening to such indecent words, "… Stop it."
Wei WuXian propped up one leg, grinning, "Embarrassed again? I…" Before he even finished, he suddenly felt Lan WangJi lay a light pat on his buttocks. Wei WuXian almost fell off the bed, "What are you doing?!!"
Lan WangJi, "Let me see."
Wei WuXian crawled up at once, ignoring his shaky legs, "No thanks, Lan Zhan, I certainly remember what wonderful things you did in your dream. Nobody had ever treated me like this!!! In the future you're not allowed to this either. Really, if you wanna fuck me then do it, I'll open my legs and let you do whatever you want—just don't hit me!!"
Lan WangJi pulled him back onto the bed, "I will not."
Having acquired his promise, Wei WuXian was relieved, "HanGuang-Jun, mark your words."
Lan WangJi, "Mn."
With three nights of toil, he felt the fatigue slowly rise. Wei WuXian couldn't keep going either. He snuggled into Lan WangJi's arms again and mumbled, "Nobody had ever treated me like this…"
Lan WangJi stroked his hair and landed a kiss on his forehead. Shaking his head, he smiled.
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