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Wei Wuxian was only just regaining his consciousness, still groggy from a good night’s sleep. The first thing he noticed was that his husband’s hand was stroking his bare back. Lan Zhan was, of course, already fully awake and dressed – he had probably already even meditated.
“Mmmph,” Wei Wuxian said, pressing his face back into the pillow.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, and Wei Wuxian made another noise into his pillow to indicate that he was listening. “Do you have any obligations today?”
The tone in his voice made Wei Wuxian a little more alert, and he actually opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Lan Zhan.
“Nothing important, why?”
“I was hoping I could have you for the day.”
“I’m always yours, Lan Zhan. You know that!” Wei Wuxian replied.
“Mm. Good. Go to the bathroom and eat your breakfast.”
Once Wei Wuxian had, he returned to Lan Zhan, who was now sitting at his low desk, on a cushion. Lan Zhan considered him critically.
“Kneel,” he ordered, indicating the a spot beside him.
Wei Wuxian didn’t often like following orders, but he could go along with this one. “Lan Zhan, really? The day will be beginning soon and—”
As soon as he rested on his knees, still mid-sentence, Lan Zhan leaned over and pressed a hand on his neck. His entire body went limp. Simultaneously, he felt his lips seal from the Lan silencing spell.
He squeaked a little and was saved from falling onto the floor only by Lan Zhan steadying his body as he lost the ability to hold himself upright.
“Good,” said Lan Zhan. “Thank you for letting me borrow you for the day.”
This was not what Wei Wuxian had expected, but there wasn’t much he could do about it now, so there was no point in working himself up over it.
Lan Zhan carefully draped Wei Wuxian forward so that he was resting sideways over his lap. He made sure Wei Wuxian’s neck wasn’t turned uncomfortably against the floor, then lifted Wei Wuxian’s robe above his waist. Of course, he then pulled down Wei Wuxian’s underclothes and tossed them aside, so that he was bare to the room. He parted Wei Wuxian’s legs, and Wei Wuxian could feel that his hole was exposed to the air.
Lan Zhan had fucked him for so long last night that he knew he was still a bit loose, and no amount of external cleaning had been able to remove all the evidence.
Now, Lan Zhan pressed a finger in and said: “Messy,” sounding a little displeased.
It was Lan Zhan who had messed him up! Extremely unfair for him to complain now. Wei Wuxian would have told him so, but the silencing spell was still in force. He made a little squeak in his throat though.
“No,” Lan Zhan said, a slightly dangerous tone in his voice. “Today you are a spectator. Do you understand?”
Wei Wuxian didn’t make an effort to reply, and Lan Zhan made an approving noise.
“You’re a mess but at least you open easily,” Lan Zhan told him, moving straight from one finger to three. “I would say it’s the body lock that’s making your muscles lax, but I know better.”
He pumped his fingers in and out of Wei Wuxian a few times, relying on last night’s leavings for lubrication, before he reached for a jar he had concealed next to his writing supplies. He applied some salve to his fingers before pushing them back into Wei Wuxian’s hole.
“I take good care of my possessions,” Lan Zhan said. “How else will they be useful for as long as I want them to be?”
If Wei Wuxian could have shivered, he would have. Instead, he did nothing as his husband did what he wanted.
Soon, Lan Zhan stopped fingering him to take out a carved phallus from a hidden drawer (he had planned this so carefully!), lubricated it, and slowly worked it into Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian hadn’t been able to tell which it was, as he hadn’t been able to see it, but he knew now it was their medium-sized one. It was useful for keeping him open enough for Lan Zhan to fuck him, but not open so wide that it was easy for him to push in the first time.
Lan Zhan fucked him with the phallus a few times, then stopped again, leaving it pushed all the way in him up to the flared base. He wiped his hands and... went back to writing at his desk???
Some significant amount of time passed, he couldn’t say how long, before Lan Zhan shifted and lifted Wei Wuxian off of him. He carried him over to a high table, the tabletop roughly at Wei Wuxian’s waist height, and carefully placed him face-first on the surface, with his legs hanging down. Lan Zhan pulled his underrobe up again, and this time spread the fabric up and out so the hem was above his head and only his lower half was exposed.
Lan Zhan stepped back, hummed thoughtfully, then raised Wei Wuxian’s right leg, folding it at the knee, so it rested on the table beside his body. He was wide open again, and completely visible to the entire space of the room. He was sure that Lan Zhan could see the end of the phallus coming out of him.
Lan Zhan pulled the phallus most of the way out before pushing it in gently again, and repeated this action a few times before he started fucking Wei Wuxian with it in earnest.
It wasn’t him making noises, but his body – the air being rhythmically pushed out of his lungs with the force of the thrusts.
Lan Zhan pulled out the phallus and placed it in a free spot on the table surface. Wei Wuxian could hear some rustling, then felt Lan Zhan’s cock pushing into him.
“Mmm,” Lan Zhan sighed in pleasure. “Very nice.”
Lan Zhan fucked him slowly but deeply for a while, and then he heard a voice from outside the door.
“Chief Cultivator, you wanted your appointments sent to your rooms today?”
Lan Zhan sighed (in displeasure this time) and pulled out of Wei Wuxian. “Yes, give me just a moment.”
He replaced the phallus in Wei Wuxian’s hole, and then Wei Wuxian felt a sheet covering him and the entire table, too.
He couldn’t really mean to... He wouldn’t let people in here with Wei Wuxian like this! Would he?
“Come in,” Lan Zhan called.
The next period of time was one of both boredom and terror for Wei Wuxian. The business affairs of the Chief Cultivator were deathly dull, but he was certain someone would notice him. The silencing spell wore off, but he made absolutely no noise.
After two appointments and three dictated letters, Lan Zhan’s secretary informed him that his next appointment wasn’t until noon and he had a short period of free time.
“Please fetch me some tea from the kitchens,” Lan Zhan asked him.
As soon as the man left, Lan Zhan removed the sheet from Wei Wuxian and started fucking him again, going from semi-soft to rock hard in a shorter period than Wei Wuxian would have believed possible.
“This is very convenient,” Lan Zhan told him. “I often want to fuck you mid-day, but I usually can’t track you down. But my assistant will be back soon, I don’t think I will have enough time to finish. I will have to wait.”
Lan Zhan pulled out again but, horrifyingly, this time he didn’t cover Wei Wuxian with the sheet before going back to his desk.
The assistant walked back in and Wei Wuxian could hear the tea tray clatter, but not fall.
“Chief Cultivator?” the man asked, uncertainly.
“Do not concern yourself with it,” Lan Zhan said.
“Yes, Chief Cultivator,” the assistant said faintly.
Was he looking at Wei Wuxian? If he was, he was seeing everything – Wei Wuxian’s legs propped indecently apart. His cock hanging down beneath him, half-hard despite himself. His hole, red and open from Lan Zhan’s cock, gleaming with the salve he had used.
They worked for another period of time before Lan Zhan directed the assistant to run some errands and he left again.
“It should take him some time to do them,” Lan Zhan said, picking up where he left off, shoving himself into Wei Wuxian. How was he getting his cock in and out of his robes this quickly??? “Enough time for me to finish, at least.”
Lan Zhan fucked him hard and fast, then slowed down again to run his finger around where they were joined. “So red. So tight. Your perfect hole,” he said, panting. “I’m so lucky to be able to fuck it whenever I want to.”
He began stroking Wei Wuxian’s cock but stopped again before he could come. “Hmm, not yet.”
Finally, Lan Zhan stuttered and groaned and thrust in a few more times as he came. “Perfect,” he said, his voice still shaking from his orgasm.
Then he pulled out and thumbed the edge of Wei Wuxian’s hole, where he was still presumably shiny from the salve but now also leaking his husband’s come.
“Perfect,” he said again, contemplating it.
Wei Wuxian suddenly realized what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, Lan Zhan left him there just like that, a disembodied hole and set of legs resting on a table, cock hard, and leaking come from his puffy, red asshole, for his assistant to see.
The assistant wasn’t even alone; he had brought the Chief Cultivator’s next appointment.
“Oh,” the assistant said softly, clearly noticing the difference from when he had left - seeing the evidence Lan Zhan had been fucking him, seeing the evidence of how much Lan Zhan enjoyed fucking him.
“What in the world?” asked the man with the appointment. Wei Wuxian was very thankful that he couldn’t recognize the voice. This was humiliating enough as it was, and certainly the man with the appointment must have known it was him under the sheet. Or perhaps the man would think Lan Zhan was fucking someone other than Wei Wuxian? Hm. Unlikely.
“Do you need anatomy explained to you, Sect Leader Min?” Lan Zhan asked, coolly.
“No, of course not,” the man – Sect Leader Min, apparently – blustered, taken off guard.
“Then I suggest you use your time with me to discuss the issues you were concerned about,” Lan Zhan directed.
Sect Leader Min gamely tried to do so, although he kept trailing off every once in a while, before Lan Zhan cleared his throat to draw his attention back to matters at hand.
When the sect leader had finally gotten into a rhythm and was getting to his point – some kind of request for aid against the land encroachment of a neighbour – Lan Zhan said: “Ah, excuse me for a moment.”
Wei Wuxian heard him stand and move towards him again. He had no idea what his husband was going to do next, who could have predicted any of this?
Lan Zhan picked up the phallus still resting next to him on the table and shoved it back in mercilessly hard. Wei Wuxian certainly didn’t mean to make a noise, but he found a moan leaving his mouth without his permission.
“I apologize,” Lan Zhan told Sect Leader Min. “I forgot to replace it after I was done with him last time. It wouldn’t do to have to stretch him out again.”
“Ah, no,” Sect Leader Min said faintly. “I suppose not?”
“You were speaking about pasturage rights?”
“Oh, well, yes, but perhaps I could come back tomorrow. Or some other time.”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan agreed.
Wei Wuxian could hear the man’s robes flutter as he hurried out.
Lan Zhan went back to writing and, when his assistant told him that his next appointment was here and that this was the first in a long, unbroken stretch of meetings, Lan Zhan made an unhappy noise.
“One of your duties while I am occupied,” Lan Zhan told his assistant, “is to ensure that my toy remains ready for use whenever I have time. You will need to remove the phallus and check with your fingers that he remains loose and lubricated. Like this, you see?”
Wei Wuxian felt the phallus pulled out of him and then two of Lan Zhan’s fingers enter him, gentle and probing.
Lan Zhan’s fingers pulled back out and... two new fingers pushed in. Shorter and stouter fingers. Not Lan Zhan’s. Wei Wuxian felt his cheeks burn. The fingers moved inside hesitantly and then rested there for a moment, before twisting a little in the come Lan Zhan had left there.
“It seems... fine?” Lan Zhan’s assistant said, uncertain.
Lan Zhan tsked. “No, he needs more salve. Pull your fingers out and push them back in, you see how the skin drags?”
The fingers pulled out and pushed back in more firmly, then moved in and out a few more times with a soft squelching sound.
Wei Wuxian was not moaning at this demeaning treatment – he would not moan! (He did whimper a little, but he felt he could be forgiven for that.)
“The salve is there,” Lan Zhan said, and his voice and footsteps were retreating. “You shouldn’t need to check more than every diǎn.”
The secretary’s fingers were back, covered in salve, and worked into him until he was slick everywhere. Wei Wuxian was not sure if it was taking longer than strictly necessary, but Lan Zhan cleared his throat and the assistant pushed the phallus back in and left him there.
The next man entered for his appointment and either didn’t notice Wei Wuxian or wasn’t bothered by his exposure in the slightest; he made no comment and showed no distraction throughout the meeting.
The one after that received directives to ignore him like the first one did, but he sounded a little out of breath and as he passed by Wei Wuxian on his way out, Wei Wuxian felt the touch of fingers against his upper thighs.
“Absolutely not,” Lan Zhan’s voice cracked through the space.
The man left, apologizing.
The secretary came back, pulled the phallus out and entered him with two fingers again. After pumping in and out a few times, he added a third thick finger and, finding that slide still easy, pushed the phallus back in and went back to work.
Two more meetings; another inspection by the secretary.
“This is ridiculous,” Lan Zhan said. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had a day of more tiresome meetings.”
The secretary made a noise of assent.
“I suppose I do not need to be sitting while I take appointments,” Lan Zhan mused. Wei Wuxian got a bad feeling. Or, perhaps, his feeling was that Lan Zhan was about to do something that would get him closer to coming soon which, at this point, was about all he could think about.
Lan Zhan directed his secretary and, between them, they managed to rotate the table Wei Wuxian was resting on so that, instead of his ass facing the room, Lan Zhan could stand behind him and face his visitors.
Lan Zhan pulled the phallus back out and pushed into him with no warning.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan sounded pleased again. “Well done,” he told his secretary.
“Thank you, Chief Cultivator,” he said modestly.
Lan Zhan fucked him all the way through his next meeting. The two men he spoke with made shocked noises and discussed the impropriety under their breaths, but did not leave until their business was done.
Wei Wuxian was achingly hard and it got more and more difficult not to beg to be allowed to come. But the secretary was still there, new people could be walking in at any moment, and the only defense he had left was accepting the role Lan Zhan had put him in: an inanimate object, operating automatically without thought or speech.
His husband took pity (?) on him. During his next meeting, with a man with an older-sounding voice who seemed to be enjoying the show in a jocular, detached kind of way, Lan Zhan finally took hold of Wei Wuxian’s cock while continuing to fuck him at exactly the right angle and wrung an orgasm out of him, letting his come splatter straight onto the floor.
“Always nice to see couples enjoy themselves so much,” the man said approvingly. “He certainly seems to be enjoying. Are you close to coming in him?”
“Yes,” Lan Zhan answered, his voice tight.
“I don’t mind waiting,” the man told him. “Go ahead.”
Lan Zhan fucked him so hard the table rattled. The man chuckled a little and Wei Wuxian could feel Lan Zhan tense and twitch and come in him again.
After a minute, the man asked: “Better?”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan said, wryly.
“Good. Now let’s get back to the excise tax at the docks.”
Wei Wuxian was pretty sure Lan Zhan hadn’t forgotten about him, but he had gone back to normal business without either cleaning him up or pushing the phallus back in, and hadn’t directed his secretary to resume his ministrations.
The talk was truly boring and he had awoken earlier than usual, so he drifted off into a light doze for a while.
He woke to the feeling of a cock sliding back into him. He had a moment of panic remembering the secretary’s fingers but, no, it was Lan Zhan. No one else could fill him like that, he was sure.
“My meetings are over,” Lan Zhan told him, fucking him gently. “You made my day so much better. You always feel so good.”
Wei Wuxian blinked against the light - his robes were being pulled back down from over his head and gathered around his waist. Lan Zhan considered a moment, then removed all but Wei Wuxian's innermost robe, which, anticipating some fun today (although certainly not this!) was a sheer, soft linen. Lan Zhan had to move him around a bit to unwrap him and seemed to enjoy manhandling Wei Wuxian’s motionless body as he continued to fuck in from behind.
“Wangji,” he heard a distracted voice from the door and then, sharply, “Oh.”
It was Lan Xichen. Of course he didn’t need to be announced for a meeting and could walk right in.
Lan Zhan didn’t stop fucking him.
Just left him there on the table, all the curves and lines of his body visible through the diaphanous robe. He was being moved back and forth on the table with Lan Zhan’s thrusts. He shut his eyes tightly.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but an extended silence from his brother-in-law was certainly not it. Lan Xichen wasn’t leaving.
“I heard some unusual rumours today,” Lan Xichen said, finally. “I didn’t believe them.”
“Did you come to check?” Lan Zhan asked him.
“No,” Lan Xichen said quickly. Then, “Not precisely.”
More silence as Lan Zhan pushed in and pulled out, deep and inexorable. And as Lan Xichen, apparently, watched.
“You’ve used body-lock on him?” Lan Xichen asked, his voice sounding closer this time.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan agreed.
“Is this... Is he...” Lan Xichen struggled to ask his question. “Am I going to be receiving a request for a divorce tomorrow?”
Lan Zhan huffed a breath in his version of a laugh. “No,” he said, bringing his hand – and Xichen’s attention – down to Wei Wuxian’s cock. He was certain it must have looked so red as to be painful, kept almost constantly hard all day except for that one orgasm. Precome was gathering at the tip.
“Oh,” Lan Xichen said again.
Wei Wuxian finally reopened his eyes and saw Lan Xichen staring at him with a strange fascination burning in his eyes.
“You may touch his mouth,” Lan Zhan allowed.
Lan Xichen drew a finger across his lips and Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but open them a little. Xichen paused then pushed his thumb in to touch Wei Wuxian’s tongue. He moved it in a little further and Wei Wuxian knew he must be thinking about how hot and wet he was around the digit and he burned with arousal and humiliation and the deep, deep sense of helplessness he felt. Lan Zhan could let Lan Xichen do anything. He could let anyone do anything.
Wei Wuxian could no longer hold back his moans.
Lan Zhan sped up, both fucking him and stroking his cock and it was too much, too much, and he instinctively and desperately sucked on the thumb in his mouth as he spasmed and moaned and came.
He kept sucking on Lan Xichen’s thumb, licking it occasionally, as he drifted down from the high of the orgasm, as he kept being shoved into the table by the force of his husband’s cock.
“Well then,” Lan Xichen said, withdrawing his thumb and then rubbing it on Wei Wuxian’s lower lip. He could see now not only a burning behind Xichen’s eyes but also a tent in his robes. Wei Wuxian wondered if his size rivalled Lan Zhan’s. “I think I’ll leave you to it.”
“Mm,” Lan Zhan said, or groaned, possibly. “We will speak more later.”
“Yes,” Lan Xichen said, his voice heavy with meaning. “Let’s speak more later.”
After he left, Lan Zhan said: “You can speak now, Wei Ying. You have done so well.”
Wei Wuxian was never lost for words, but he didn’t feel like himself. He felt like his body and his mind had been divided, and even though he had been technically able to speak ever since the silencing spell wore off in the morning, he did not feel capable of doing any moving of his own muscles, which is what speaking would require. Lan Zhan was not done with him; he was not master of himself again yet.
“No?” Lan Zhan asked. “Are you still my convenient hole?”
Wei Wuxian couldn’t speak but his noises gave him away.
Lan Zhan also seemed to like the idea a lot, as he came and finally ran out of steam, coming to lean over Wei Wuxian. They lay like that for some time, Lan Zhan still in him and also leaking out of him, feeling the closeness of their bodies.
Finally, Lan Zhan stood up, pulling out in the action, but he stayed close. “Don’t move yet,” he murmured. Then he released the body lock. He ran his hands over Wei Wuxian’s body, pressing into his skin harder as time went on until he was massaging the muscles that had been somewhere between unused and tense all day.
He disrobed them both then used talismans to quickly heat water for a bath. Wei Wuxian appreciated Lan Zhan carrying him over and placing him gently in the water – he was now moving only insofar as bodies naturally did to stabilize themselves when being moved or carried. Lan Zhan got in with him and continued massaging him, touching every inch of his skin. When he reached his hole, Lan Zhan tenderly entered him with two fingers again, this time covered in soap. He massaged until Wei Wuxian felt as relaxed there as anywhere else.
Lan Zhan eventually dried them off and moved them to the bed, then fetched some foods he could feed Wei Wuxian with his fingers, in small bites. Slowly, slowly Wei Wuxian experimented with small movements, then stretches.
“Lan Zhan,” he finally broke his silence.
“Mm,” Lan Zhan said, then leaned over to kiss him.
“Lan Zhan, I have lots of appointments tomorrow, no free time at all.”
“Oh?” Lan Zhan asked.
“Yes, extremely busy,” Wei Wuxian maintained. Then he slumped back down. “Maybe I’ll find a day next week when I can clear my schedule again.”