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It is still quite early, the sky still dark outside, when Lan Wangji's eyes open of their own accord. He breathes in, then out, once, before realising that the empty, rapiding cooling space of his chest has woken him. Wei Wuxian has rolled off him, away from him, and is now lightly snoring peacefully next to him.
Lan Wangji shifts to lay on his side and runs a hand from the back of Wei Wuxian's head down his bare spine, disappearing under the sheets where they pool at the small of his back. Wei Wuxian is as naked as the day he was born, all smooth expanse of gorgeous pale skin with some familiar (and some still getting used to) scars. He is so beautiful, Lan Wangji thinks as he pulls their bodies close again and kisses softly at Wei Wuxian's ear, then the back of his neck when his hair shifts. It's still silky from where he ran an oiled comb through it last night and still retains a light scent. He presses his nose into the fine hairs at the nape of his neck and inhales, sharpening when their bottom halves slide together.
Oh, when it comes to Lan Wangji, just the simple existence of Wei Wuxian is enough to turn him on.
It is such an easy thing—Lan Wangji's cock slipping inside Wei Wuxian's hole without resistance, still gaping and slightly puffy from their activities last night. Open and willing. Wei Wuxian is completely limp and soft in front of him, cradled in sleep's comfortable embrace, except for the way he starts to clench experimentally around him. Wei Wuxian huffs breathily and shifts, rubbing his face into the pillows and murmuring nonsense, his brain thinking wake up while his body is saying fuck.
Wei Wuxian's eyes crack open just so when Lan Wangji takes his wrists in a gentle grasp and pulls them above his head, holding him down with only one hand. Wei Wuxian is pliant and pretty under him, the tiniest smile gracing his mouth as he tries to fight off sleep and fails miserably. Wei Wuxian has not been recovering from sleep very easily at all lately, taking longer and longer for his mind to gain clarity after he wakes—and it is clear now in the way he starts to arch up into Lan Wangji's touch but can't follow through. His hair forms flowing rivers against the pillows and what else is Lan Wangji to do but pull him around to face him and settle onto his cock by his hips? Giving into his desire is so easy when it concerns his husband.
As Lan Wangji leans down to brush their lips together, Wei Wuxian softly babbles again. He moans, half-broken and all pleas, into the kiss as it overwhelms him. Wei Wuxian's fingers twitch in Lan Wangji's hold, wanting to be held themselves. His mouth drops open as Lan Wangji bottoms out, pushing himself inside all the way until it gets just on this side of uncomfortable—and Wei Wuxian full body shudders and whines, his cock filling up between them.
"Hanguang-Jun…" Wei Wuxian murmurs, his voice thick, as Lan Wangji palms his cock. He tries to moan Lan Wangji's birth name afterwards, but Lan Wangji's hand forms a fist around him and pumps, making a right mess. Wei Wuxian is so wet, so sweet, and so, so sleepy. His eyes droop even as Lan Wangji goes at him, taking his own pleasure from Wei Wuxian's body.
Wei Wuxian is smiling when Lan Wangji dips his head down into the crook of his neck and comes, filling him up with his cum while latching his teeth into his skin. All he can do is lay there and take it, even as Lan Wangji's grip on his cock loosens and despite the haze of not being fully awake, Wei Wuxian comes as well with a quiet little breathy moan against Lan Wangji's ear. It is such a pretty thing, Lan Wangji lifting his head to look down at him while he comes, white spreading over his stomach and Lan Wangji's fingers.
"Good morning, Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says before taking Wei Wuxian's mouth again with his own. Wei Wuxian squeaks into it, fingers grasping at Lan Wangji's arm.
"You are such an evil man, Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian says in lieu of a good morning greeting once he can form words properly. "An evil husband! Do you not care for your Wei Ying anymore? You'd have him whither away into nothing?" He starts to laugh, which quickly turns to cackles when Lan Wangji puts his fingers to his waist and tickles him.
"What was that?" Lan Wangji asks, taking up Wei Wuxian's flailing wrists. With their lower halves still connected, he feels exactly how Wei Wuxian tightens up again around him, how both their cocks begin to fill out again. "Then I suppose you are no longer interested in this," he continues, circling his fingers around his own cock and tugging at it ever so slightly. Wei Wuxian gasps, grabs at him from where he is still laying back against the bed, and curls a leg around him.
They both can't help but moan as Lan Wangji pulses hot inside, as his cum stuffed in Wei Wuxian's hole makes them even more slick. It all makes such lovely sounds before Wei Wuxian can even get another word out, Lan Wangji's fingers bruising his waist again as he pulls them impossibly close and fucks him all over again.
The sounds of their lovemaking, and of Wei Wuxian's cries of passion and pleasure, are probably loud enough for anyone happening to be passing by the Jingshi at this hour to hear—but it is still early enough before Lan Wangji has to rise and he will make use of every second until the time comes. Lan Wangji will come as well, and maybe if Wei Wuxian stays awake long enough and does not let sleep's temptatious grip drag him down again, he will too.