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Lan Wangji eyes were on him, drinking in the sight of him. There's a slow rush of blood pumping through his veins as he felt a tingle of heat to his cock. He's very handsome, lean, slender, muscular strong and his skin pale.

"Like? I love Wei Ying. I want to see more." He murmured and reaching out to him, wanting to touch over his smooth skin and feel him.

"Shall we start? I can touch you?"

He steps forward and drapes his arms lazily over Lan Wangji's shoulders. "Go ahead and touch all you want Lan Zhan."

There is no holding back for either of them now. Time to let their passions soar and let their feelings show. He leans down and presses his lips against Lan Wangji's kissing him gently.

His breath hitches and quickens, his usual stoic expression drops, revealing a warmer expression. His hands roam over the figure of his body, for the skin to skin contact.

How he longs for this. His hands nearly tremble as he feels him, finding him real. Slowly, his passion unraveled. Growing warmer.

The kiss is gentle. He closes his eyes and leans forward, seeking more of those soft lips. He tilts his head, kisses back, and kisses more, demanding as he brings Wei Wuxian to the bed to kiss him properly.

He lets Lan Wangji drag him onto the bed and lets the kiss intensify. He opens his mouth and beckons Lan Wangji's tongue in with his own. He wants to drown in the taste of the other man as he wraps himself around him.

He didn't realize how much he wanted this until that moment when he finally loses himself in Lan Wangji's embrace and the feeling of his kisses.

At the invitation, he moans softly, opening his mouth tentatively to curl his tongue around his. Not accustomed to kiss him like that other than chaste kisses. It's warm, and he tasted like the fine wine he drinks.

The warmth and heat of the kiss spark his desire and all ever wanted is to feel him. His hands roam over his body to feel him. He can't help but to smile softly against his lips into the kiss, dazed and in love.

"Wei Ying, this is real? It feels good."

"Of course it is real, Lan Zhan." He dives back into the kiss, enjoying that intensity as his own hand traces along the scars he can feel on the man's back. Those marks that are his fault and that he endured because of Wei Wuxian. A sign of the man's heart even though he has been blind to it.

But he forgets all of that now that he is in his embrace and those hands are mapping his body.

Growing bolder and brazen, his hands roam over his hips and over his chest, really feeling him.

He pulls Wei Ying on the bed, climbing top on him, lips locked, and limbs entangled, breathing heavily as kisses open mouth on his throat. How he aches for him, to be one with him again.

With a bit of maneuvering, aligning their cocks together, he shyly grinds against him.

"Ahnn..Lan Zhan.." He groans as he feels him grinding against him, rocking his hips to add to that friction. He wraps a leg around him as if desiring their bodies to be even more flush at that point.

That ache between his legs is growing and the need and desire in his body makes him want even more contact.

"Tell me what you want to do to me, Lan Zhan."

Lan Wangji only response is his hungry kisses as he kisses him everywhere, then gently sucks kisses on his neck leaving marks on his skin. His hands roam over his body, almost greedily. The man is starving himself of love and affection since he aches so painfully for the one love he craves to have.

"Make love to you. I ache for you Wei Ying. Everyday, every hour. I crave that you glance my way and see only me."

Speaking of ache, his own cock is harden now, but he wants to be patient. To savor him and become lost in the feeling. His kisses become hot licks over his pale skin, tasting him with the tip of his tongue as he pins him down on the bed, his mouth searching over his body, roaming, tasting, and devour him.

He grinds harder as their cocks are align, feeling the rush of pleasure like a dam of self-restraint has broken and the emotions become flooded, precum leaks, wetter for better friction, and to make the other man moan sweetly like music to his ears.

"Wei Ying..." He murmured, voice strained with desire. "Want you. Want Wei Ying."

He feels the desire grow with each movement of his body, his mouth, his hands...every piece of him. It doesn't matter that he can't remember or know exactly that happened in that other place, that other time. All that matters is this time and how they spend it. And what Wei Wuxian wants is to keep feeling every inch of Lan Wangji's body against his own.

"Then take me, Lan Zhan. Make me yours."

Because he wants exactly that as well. He saw the art at the welcoming event. He saw how everyone envisioned them together. And now that piece that was originally fiction is becoming a reality. Their bodies wrapped around each other, both with a need they wish to fill.

He can't hold back the moans that drop from his lips the longer they are like this.

Hearing those words as he felt his beloved's body shiver with each time, he grows slowly bolder as he feels him. He continues to grind, each rock is slow and demanding friction as he wraps his hands around their cocks, stroking and rubbing.

Cheeks flushed, his mouth descends on him, feeling him, kissing him, and biting him, leaving his marks on his skin. "Wei Ying..." Murmuring his name as he grinds him for pleasure, craving the feel of his body and his heat.

"Ahn...Lan Zhan...I can't take much more." He knows he is going to break. That hand is demanding it and the heat between their bodies is growing. It is driving him crazy and he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

His fingers grip his back, nails digging into the skin as he tries to have something to hold onto to keep his body from losing control.

Lan Wangji only murmurs his name, eyes closed as he opens his mouth kisses him, sucking on his skin over his neck, feeling alive with him, and more than anything gives him a pleasure to him feel more alive.

He's loose control over this man every single time. "There's never a day I don't stop thinking you and you glancing my way, Wei Ying." Making love to him, it sparks his passion as he gazes into his eyes and then nuzzles into the crook of his neck, gazing over the red marks he made on his skin.

"Wei Ying, if I continue, I think we're going to make love until the sunrises. What do you think?"

Wei Wuxian holds only a bare minimum of ability to be able to form cohesive thoughts at that moment. "I think I want to do exactly that, Lan Zhan. All night."

Because he is pretty sure once they start, he isn't going to ever want to start. He wants to feel everything that Lan Wangji has been holding back for years. He is ready to accept it all.

"Mm....let's do that and don't think of anything else. Just you and me...Wei Ying." Because more than anything, he needs this, they both do, a disclosure of what happened in that world and in this one. Except this time, it's real for him and he's making love to his Wei Ying to satisfy his desire.

"...All night long." He murmured and followed by the following hours, even Lan Wangji doesn't remember much of anything other than kisses, thrusts, the chorus of his moans, leaving his marks on his body, exhausting him for pain and pleasure.

When the sunrises the following morning, a beam of light streams through the window in his bedroom. When he exhausted him, completely satisfied, Lan Wangji curls up soundly next to his long loss lover, long drifting off to sleep.

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