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If Wei Wuxian had thought his husband to be doting during his first and second pregnancies, he was wholly unprepared for the devotion that came with this third time.
Pregnant with the fourth of Sizhui’s younger siblings, Wei Wuxian had been subjected to far worse nausea than he’d experienced with Lan Huiyin or the twins.
Now, happily into his second trimester, and with the worst of his morning sickness behind him, he woke for the second time that morning to the gentle caress of Lan Zhan’s broad hands as they cupped the small swell of his stomach.
“Good morning, Husband,” he croaked, his throat still sore from deep-throating the night before.
Lan Zhan’s lips quirked in the tiniest smile, and his eyes were soft as they met his gaze. “Good morning, Husband,” he echoed.
Wei Ying pushed himself up onto his elbows and drank deeply from the cup held to his lips.
“Any movement yet from our littlest Lan?”
“Not yet.”
“Tch, how rude. They were fluttering around last night after you’d gone to sleep, though I suppose it might still be early for you to feel it from outside.”
Lan Zhan bent to kiss his stomach. “They will greet me when they are ready.”
“Big softie,” he murmured, catching Lan Zhan’s collar and tugging him closer for a kiss.
While he’d never expected to be granted a second life, he was even more surprised to have been given a body capable of bearing children. Not that he and Lan Zhan were complaining. Far from it.
Mo Xuanyu had left him this body to use as a tool for death and revenge. Wei Wuxian gave him that, and then he used this new body to create life. To create a home and a family.
He hoped Mo Xuanyu would have found it a worthy use of this gift.
The thin sleep robe he was wearing was loose, baring a leg and most of his chest.
Lan Zhan kissed the center of his sternum and then kissed the twin scars on his chest.
Wei Wuxian tipped his head back and let out a soft, pleased sigh as his husband lavished his nipples with attention. A-Chun and A-Xu had drunk their fill in the bleary-predawn hours, but few drops of milk still dripped down his husband’s chin, making Wei Wuxian laugh and wipe him clean.
“Do not play with your food,” he teased, making Lan Zhan’s eyes flicker toward him with a flat, tolerant expression.
Lan Zhan held eye contact as he very pointedly lowered his mouth to Wei Wuxian’s stiff right nipple and bit it.
“Ow! Lan Zhan!” He smacked his husband’s shoulder. “That really hurts. A-Xu is teething, you know.”
His husband’s face softened with contrition, so Wei Wuxian stopped glaring. “Make it up to me,” he suggested. “Your uncle is watching the little ones this morning. We have time. Take responsibility for your actions!”
“Mn.”
Wei Wuxian wrapped his legs around his husband, able to feel that hard cock hidden beneath three layers. “Won’t you fuck me, Er-Gege? Don’t you want to fuck another baby into me?”
Lan Zhan really was excellent at giving the impression of rolling his eyes without stooping to doing so.
“I mean after twins, just one baby is a bit underwhelming. We’ll have to have triplets next so you can make it up to m—Ow!” He wiggled away, but Lan Zhan had pinned him down and bitten harshly at his neck.
“This child will be perfect just as they are,” Lan Zhan nearly growled, nipping his ear.
Wei Wuxian blinked up at him, looping his arms around his husband’s neck. “Well, yes, of course. It’s not their fault their father underperformed in bed.”
Oh, that was definitely a growl, Wei Wuxian thought faintly as his husband tore open his own robes and pushed his trousers down, baring the hard length of his perfect, thick cock. “Underperformed?”
Wei Wuxian ran his foot along Lan Zhan’s back and grinned. Lan Zhan truly was easy to rile in some ways. “That’s right. My husband fucked me day and night and only managed to put one child in my womb. For shame.”
Lan Zhan bit Wei Wuxian’s lower lip, making him keen. As they breathed into each other’s mouth, Lan Zhan moved Wei Wuxian’s robe aside, dragging the thick head of his cock against Wei Wuxian’s wet folds. “If one is not enough, shall I give you another?”
Oh, how he wanted his husband inside him. “Can you?” Wei Wuxian asked innocently, curling his toes into the meat of his husband’s ass.
With a wordless growl, Lan Zhan surged forward, burying himself to the hilt in Wei Wuxian’s cunt.
“Oh, oh, fuck! You’re too big, Er-Gege. I’m going to break. I can’t take it!” Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he moaned, falling back against the pillows and tightening his legs around Lan Zhan’s hips.
“You will,” Lan Zhan said, his eyes dark as he ran his thumb across Wei Wuxian’s bloodied lip. He pushed the thumb into Wei Wuxian’s mouth and pressed down on his tongue.
Wei Wuxian blinked up at him, dazed.
And then Lan Zhan fucked him.
Every thrust was long and deep and ruthless.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Wei Wuxian sank his nails into Lan Zhan’s shoulders wrinkling the robes. He could feel pleasure and pain mixing as he was taken so roughly. “Gege, please. I’m sorry! I won’t dare to tease you again!”
Lan Zhan rolled his hips, grinding his pelvis against Wei Wuxian’s sensitive clit and making him feel so deliciously full. “Oh, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan won’t you take mercy on your poor, pregnant husband?”
Shifting his weight to his knees, Lan Zhan cupped his hands around the growing swell of Wei Wuxian’s stomach. No matter how brutal his thrusts were, his hands were gentle, full of wonder.
Wei Wuxian knew that even if he gave his husband a hundred babies (which, no thank you; labor was a bitch), Lan Zhan would be just as in love as he had been a lifetime ago when Wei Wuxian had held A-Yuan on his hip in a dusty street. He’d be just as enraptured as he had been five years ago when their eldest daughter grew in Wei Wuxian’s womb.
Wei Wuxian put his hands over his husband’s twining them together atop his small belly. “I love you.”
Lan Zhan kissed him, gentler this time, licking into his mouth and Wei Wuxian sucked his tongue, tasting the bitter morning blend of tea and the lingering flavor of rice.
Under their hands, Wei Wuxian knew the baby was stirring. He could feel soft flutters, and he laughed.
Lan Zhan blinked at him, his hips slowing to a steady grind instead of a punishment.
“The baby is awake,” Wei Wuxian said, kissing his nose.
“What does it feel like?”
“Hm. Perhaps like I swallowed a quail.” He laughed at Lan Zhan’s bewildered face. “I can feel hiccups and little limbs wiggling. Sometimes, though, it’s hard to tell what is the baby and what’s just gas.”
Lan Zhan huffed, but he ran a gentle finger across Wei Wuxian’s abdomen. The previous pregnancy with the twins had left dark stretch marks in his skin. They were faded now, but Wei Wuxian could still see the shiny stripes.
Of all the scars he had earned in both lives, these were the ones he was most proud of.
He squeezed Lan Zhan’s hands. “Er-Gege, weren’t you going to fuck an— Oof!”
Lan Zhan inhaled sharply, pressing his hands down harder, and Wei Wuxian groaned.
“Was that—?”
“Yep. The baby just kicked me. Or punched. Couldn’t tell which limb that was.”
Lan Zhan rubbed the spot, whether to coax the baby or soothe Wei Wuxian was unclear.
Wei Wuxian smiled up at his husband. Lan Zhan’s face had gone impossibly soft, the way it always did when he was holding one of their babies. Wei Wuxian had been a goner for that look since the day his first little radish had climbed into Lan Zhan’s lap.
“Zhanzhan, won’t you greet your child?”
When he’d said much the same thing five years ago, he hadn’t expected a response. He knew better now. Lan Zhan was an exceptional husband and father.
Lan Zhan’s thumbs caressed the stretched skin. “Good morning, Little One.” He bent into a truly uncomfortable-looking angle and bestowed the bump with a kiss. “Your Baba and I are excited to meet you this winter.”
The baby squirmed again, and Lan Zhan could feel it, too, based on his open wonder.
He’d gone still, splitting Wei Wuxian with his cock. It made Wei Wuxian feel like a simmering pot without enough heat to boil, and he clenched around his husband’s cock.
Lan Zhan’s hips bucked involuntarily, and he closed his eyes, looking almost pained as Wei Wuxian flexed his inner muscles over and over again.
“Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian huffed, laughing. “C’mon Lan Zhan… At this rate, we’ll never finish before your uncle brings the kids back.”
Lan Zhan’s gaze flickered up to meet his. He arched a brow in challenge.
Wei Wuxian yelped as Lan Zhan threw his legs over his shoulders and grabbed his hips. He could feel the stretch in his cunt and his hamstrings in this position as Lan Zhan crashed into him over and over again, mercilessly.
No matter how wet he was, Lan Zhan’s cock never failed to push him to the limit.
“Lan Zhan! Oh, ooh, Er-Gege, you’re so rough! Are you gonna put another baby in me?”
“Mn. Right here,” Lan Zhan replied, laying a proprietary hand over his womb.
Wei Wuxian felt the words and the touch race along his spine like a strike from Zidian. He felt hot and shivery. His stomach muscles convulsed when Lan Zhan rubbed a finger against his hard clit.
“Fuck, oh, Lan Zhan! I’m close!”
Lan Zhan’s short breaths betrayed him, even if his rhythm never faltered. His fingers were callused and cruel, and Wei Wuxian rocked his hips into the touch and the thrusts.
His eyes squeezed shut as he whined and begged and groaned into the pillow.
He was so close. Like a dam about to burst or a last blow before a knockout.
“Please, please, please… Gege!”
“Come for me, Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan ordered, voice barely more than a caress at his ear.
And really, what else could he do but obey?
Pleasure wracked his body, making him shiver and buck and cry out as Lan Zhan kept fucking into his clenching cunt over and over and over.
It was too much.
Every thrust felt like fireworks against his overwrought nerves.
“Lan Zhan, please. Give me your baby. Give it to me. I’m ready. I can take it. Please, please, please—“ And then he could feel the deep, warm pulses of come filling him as Lan Zhan sheathed himself deep and ground their hips together, pushing his seed deeper and deeper until Wei Wuxian wondered if Lan Zhan really could knock him up despite the baby already growing within him.
Maybe he’d ask poor Lan-Daifu who already knew far too much about their sex life by now.
For a minute, the only sound was the trilling of the birds outside and their labored breathing.
His legs slipped down from his husband’s shoulders, and he smiled, feeling as light as the clouds that wrapped these mountains. “Hi, there.”
Lan Zhan cupped his cheek and kissed him with gentle lips. “Hello, Wei Ying.”
They traded lazy, open-mouthed kisses as the morning sun drifted higher, burning the pink from the sky and replacing it with a brilliant blue.
“Have I mentioned what a wonderful husband I have?” Wei Wuxian asked, grinning as he played with a lock of hair. “He’s the best.”
“Surely you are mistaken,” Lan Zhan informed him, kissing his cheeks and his eyelids. “My husband is the best.”
“Hm, I don’t know. My Lan Zhan is the most powerful cultivator ever, not to mention how handsome and smart and funny he is.”
“My Wei Ying is radiant. He has saved my life time and again. He gifted me the joy of fatherhood five times over.” Lan Zhan punctuated this statement with a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s knuckles and then his belly.
At such gentle words, Wei Wuxian was helpless against the tears stinging his eyes. He blamed the hormones. “Lan Zhan,” he croaked, cupping his beloved’s cheek. “Oh, Lan Zhan.”
Kisses, he thought, were a language shared between lips, and their meanings were as ever-changing and unique as the people who exchanged them.
Lan Zhan has said many things with the weight of his lips.
In the morning light, still sweaty and sticky, and full, Wei Wuxian offered an earnest reply.
Lan Zhan really was the best.
Wei Wuxian would not hear otherwise.