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Wei Wuxian came to Gusu for the second time when he was eighteen.
His uncle had been invited to the Cloud Recesses to talk about political affairs that didn’t concern him, most likely in regards to the troubles Wen Ruohan was stirring in the West. He wasn’t originally meant to come along, but the moment he learned that Jiang Cheng was also coming, naturally he wanted to follow.
His new status as an omega meant he didn’t get to automatically be included in every expedition anymore, so he pestered Jiang Cheng to convince his father to let him join them. It was too inconvenient, he'd been told, with omegas pheromones and all. Jiang Yanli, his shijie, had explained to him that it was actually how agitated they could make certain alphas, and Wei Wuxian huffed and pouted.
Well, then maybe the alphas should stay behind, if they can’t even control themselves enough to keep it in their pants!
Jiang Yanli just giggled sweetly and ruffled his hair, patiently telling her little brother that one day he would understand.
Wei Wuxian didn’t want to understand.
He insisted and begged, and Jiang Fengmian was reluctant at first, given the havoc that the omega had caused the last time he visited. But Wei Wuxian gave him a very convincing speech about the many great things he had learned from Lan Qiren and how this was another opportunity to “further his studies”, and promised to be on his bestest behavior with two fingers crossed behind his back. His uncle eyed him suspiciously, and Jiang Cheng asked, annoyed, “Why do you want to come? You hated it there!”
Jiang Cheng had a point—Wei Wuxian really did hate it there. But the idea of tagging along seemed somehow even more exhilarating than going on a night hunt, and that was saying a lot. So he got his way anyway, managing to convince his uncle and his brother with his best pleading eyes and a quivering pout.
He would never admit it if you asked him, but the reason he really wanted to come along was Lan Wangji, who had presented as an alpha not too long after Wei Wuxian himself presented as an omega. Back then, when they were just fifteen, the youngest Twin Jade of Lan was already tall and strong, and possessed this commanding aura about him that left no room for doubt on what his secondary gender might be. Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, although not much shorter in physique, was somehow a lot more light and easy going—almost soft-spoken at times, and definitely much more affectionate. Despite those traits, most people still assumed he would eventually present as an alpha, or at the very least a beta, given his fearless nature and talents in swordsmanship and cultivation.
Imagine everyone’s surprise when he had to—quite literally—be rushed out of the Cloud Recesses and back to Yunmeng as the very first symptoms of a heat started brewing low in his belly!
At the age of fifteen! My, my, that is a very early presentation indeed. Anyone could hear the gossipings of this scandal spreading down the mountains of Gusu and beyond, like wildfire. He must’ve been messing around with another alpha to induce such an early first heat. How shameless! And he kind of was, although he would never admit that to anyone either.
Trust it to Wei Wuxian to make his very first heat a public known event to be talked about over breakfast.
Jiang Fengmian couldn’t possibly let his adopted son present and go into heat at the Cloud Recesses, of all places, given how orthodox the Lans had always been. It would be an embarrassment if Wei Wuxian were to trigger any unintentional ruts—which he almost did, to the second young master himself, because he’d been pestering the boy at the time that his first symptoms started.
“Lan Zhan! Look at these cute bunnies I found!”
Thankfully, nothing happened, and Wei Wuxian was able to be escorted out in time. But to his own disappointment, the series of taunting and teasing the younger Jade had come to an unexpected end sooner than he’d anticipated.
He'd felt a strange sense of sadness pooling deep within him for leaving Gusu earlier than the others—no, not like the type of sad you feel because you are upset, but the kind of sad you feel when you’re longing for something; that leaves you unsettled, like something isn’t right, like something is missing.
Still, gossip went on about how Wei Wuxian had triggered Lan Wangji’s presentation, and that kind of gossip was hard to recover from. He was basically forbidden to go outside of Yunmeng—let alone go back to the Cloud Recesses—for the foreseeable future.
It had been three years since the whole fiasco, but he finally managed to convince his uncle to let him visit again. And this time, his belly exploded with fluttering excitement when he stood in front of the pair of pale eyes that belonged to the now presented alpha for the first time since they were fifteen, seeing how much taller he’d gotten. His long black hair was now down to his waist—not a single strand amiss, of course—, and his shoulders broad and strong. A perfect example of an alpha, and the sight immediately knocked the breath straight out of Wei Wuxian.
The Twin Jades had come to welcome them at the gates, and Wei Wuxian waved hello with a cheerful grin, rolling on the balls of his feet and feeling somewhat a little shy, of all things. But eighteen year-old Lan Wangji didn’t even spare him a glance, seeming completely unaffected by their reunion. He simply bowed respectfully to his uncle, then stepped aside with his hands clasped behind his back, letting Lan Xichen lead the way.
To Wei Wuxian’s great dismay, ever since presenting as an omega, he’d become extremely in tune with his secondary instincts—when he stood there, in front of the magnificent alpha that Lan Wangji had become, and said alpha simply ignored him, something in his stomach turned and his heart sunk.
It was like his new status as an omega didn’t change anything! What was it that his shijie was talking about? Omega’s pheromones, and whatnot? Well, it wasn’t working.
Hey, look at me! I’m an omega now! Don’t I smell good?
He couldn’t help but to feel hurt. He immediately fell in love with Lan Wangji’s sandalwood scent, but the alpha seemed unphased by his own.
You'd think that this outcome would have made him give up on whatever fixation he had on Lan Wangji, but it did the opposite—it left him feeling very, very desperate for his attention. So he followed him around like a puppy for the next few days, because what else was there to do in the Cloud Recesses anyway?
“Lan Zhan, what are you doing today?”
“Lan Zhan, do you want to pick loquats with me?”
“Lan Zhan, do I look nice today?”
“Lan Zhan, look at me!”
“Lan Zhaaaaaaaaan.”
The alpha ignored him, time and time again.
Wei Wuxian thought he was the coldest stick in the mud in existence. But he still tread the alpha’s heels, down the hallways and into the rooms he wasn’t allowed in, talking his head off, only to be picked up by the collar and thrown out by a pair of cold hands and stern eyes every time. He never got much reaction besides an annoyed sigh, which was hardly enough. That is, until he figured out Lan Wangji would end up in the Library Pavilion at Shen time everyday, just before dinner.
And, suddenly, reading books and manuscripts seemed very interesting to him.
The library wasn’t a restricted space for the most part, so he was free to come and go whenever he wanted. Besides, there was hardly anyone ever there, with the exception of Lan Wangji—well, and now himself. He remembered the library from the times he had to copy the entire Qian Dao Rules by hand, under the supervision of the fifteen year-old alpha. The cold prick never took pity on him, even as he kneeled on rocks to do it and whined miserably. Still, Wei Wuxian found a way to push his buttons all the time, giving himself at least a perception of triumph to brag about later, even if he was the one being punished.
He had hated it then, but now it brought a strange sense of fondness to him. It was a very beautiful place, after all, with its enchanting pillars and the many rows of books and cultivation texts, old and new, which Wei Wuxian could appreciate if he wasn’t being forced to read them. He especially loved the large magnolia tree planted directly outside of a window on the left wing of the library, with its branches peeking inside and occasionally dropping a few petals blown in by the wind.
But none of it compared to the male that sat silently on the floor at the table in the center of the room, turning the pages of his book every so often.
Wei Wuxian would find himself sitting quietly by the tree, with a book in his hands that he wasn’t actually reading, and looking at Lan Wangji with what could only be described as adoration. There was something so comforting about being in the same room as him, surrounded by the permeating scent of sandalwood. Something so addicting that he couldn’t honestly explain.
Even though he should be perfectly content with the fact that Lan Wangji allowed him to sit there in silence as he unwound from the stresses of the day, something inside him was still restless. He wanted to climb onto the alpha’s lap and pester him until he dropped his damned book and gave him his undivided attention.
Would you just look at me? Talk to me? Anything, really, besides this cold silence he’d been getting.
Wei Wuxian thought this was a worse punishment than being beaten by the discipline whip—and that was saying a lot, because he knew exactly how that felt.
This feeling just wouldn’t go away, unless he managed to get something out of him.
Exactly what? Well, he wasn’t sure, but he would surely find out.
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On the fourth day, he strolled into the library determined to get the alpha to break his silence. He had managed to evade the silencing spell thus far, because he absolutely hated it and had behaved well to avoid it, but this time he was feeling more restless than usual. Even the prospect of getting silenced wasn’t stopping him.
Instead of sitting down at his usual spot by the window, he decided to look through a row of books along the right wing of the library. He touched the spines with his index finger to pretend he was searching for something to read, while secretly stealing glances over to Lan Wangji, who seemed to fit in so well with the background. Almost as if part of a painting, Wei Wuxian daydreamed quietly as he observed the slender fingers turning another page.
He felt his cheeks coloring a little when he realized he was staring and looked away, humming a light song. Then, he picked up a book about Lan An, the founder of the Lan Clan, and flipped through the pages with a level of disinterest that was probably disrespectful—until he found a chapter about the Lan’s sacred forehead ribbon, which spiked his interest. It read:
One could only let go of all regulations when they are with the one they loved and cherished. Thus, a member of the Gusu Lan Clan should not easily give another person permission to touch their forehead ribbon, nor should they take it off as they please. Furthermore, they absolutely should not tie it on someone else—unless that person is their "fated person".
Wei Wuxian glanced over at Lan Wangji and observed the ribbon fastened around his forehead. He wondered vaguely what would happen if he touched it. Well, that is easy enough to imagine! Lan Zhan would be upset, of course, he concluded amusedly, closing the book and sliding it back into place. Or maybe he would quit being such a bore, and that second thought lingered in his brain as he continued to search through the library, suddenly very contemplative about the Lans and their forehead ribbons.
“Lan Zhan”, he whined eventually, bored from the lack of attention and running out of excuses to stand around. He leaned the side of his head against the books, looking at the alpha, and sighed loudly in a dramatic fashion. “You’ve been so boring. Why don’t you pay attention to me?”, he pouted, but Lan Wangji only turned a page in response.
He straightened up, crossing his arms in a child-like manner at the response—or lack thereof, and huffed.
“Fine, be like that”, he mumbled under his breath, upset.
Sliding his finger through the spines of the books, he walked over to inspect the row directly behind the alpha, whistling along the way. Lan Wangji seemed to tense ever so slightly at that, but he still didn’t say anything. He just flipped another page.
The omega caught sight of the headband again, the ends dangling lightly amidst the black hair as a quiet breeze blew in through the open windows. Suddenly, a terrible idea slipped into his mind. Self restraint, huh?, he thought mischievously as he lowered himself to sit behind the alpha. Before he could properly weigh the consequences of what he was about to do—which he probably should have—, he reached for one of the ends of Lan Wangji’s headband; the silky white fabric feeling soft in his fingers as he pulled it curiously.
Lan Wangji stiffened up like a plank the moment he felt the tug.
In the next second, the headband slipped off his forehead and onto the table with a flat thud.
Wei Wuxian also stilled.
His culprit hand was still in the air when Lan Wangji almost immediately grabbed the headband and turned around, looking at the omega with fire in his eyes. He gulped at the sudden proximity of their faces and squirmed under his gaze, feeling heat spreading through his cheeks and down to his neck. Except this was bad, and he could tell by the look in the alpha’s eyes that he was actually furious.
“Wei Ying!”, he hissed in a reprimanding tone, and the omega flinched.
“Don’t be mad at me, Lan Zhan”, he found himself saying out of sheer nervousness, somehow still managing to make it sound like a tease, even though he wanted to apologize immediately because of his omega instincts—but also because he didn’t want Lan Wangji to hate him, he just wanted him to talk to him. Still, he continued to ramble. “I know this headband of yours has sentimental value and all, but I promise you my hands are very clean”, he raised both hands to either side of his head to show. “See?”
On the outside, he smiled sheepishly. Internally, he groaned miserably. What am I doing?
When Lan Wangji only stared in response, Wei Wuxian looked away and played with his hands on his lap. For some reason, his disapproving eyes were making him feel very small and he didn’t like it. He could stand that look from anyone else—in fact, he was used to it. Not even his uncle had an effect on him, and Jiang Cheng was a complete joke. But Lan Wangji was different.
“It looked crooked, so I wanted to fix it for you”, he bullshitted through his teeth, incapable of raising his eyes to meet the alpha. He drew a circle on the wooden floor with his index finger instead. “I just wanted you to look at me.”
“Very well,” Lan Wangji said flatly, and Wei Wuxian’s eyes snapped up at him. He was standing up, bringing the omega with him by the arm. “As you wish.”
Wei Wuxian’s heart thundered in his chest as he scrambled to get back up on his feet. He looked at Lan Wangji with fear, because he knew what this meant—he was going to be properly punished, with the discipline whip and all!
But the alpha was no longer looking at him. Instead, he fastened the headband back where it belonged and dragged Wei Wuxian out of the Library Pavilion.
“Where are we going?”, the smaller boy asked, his question falling to deaf ears. He tried to pull his arm free from the grip, but the alpha was biologically much stronger, so it was in vain. “Lan Zhan!”, he whined miserably.
In his walk of shame to the ancestral hall—where punishments were carried out—, he felt the eyes of multiple Lan disciples watching as the second young master dragged him along. He huffed under his breath and chose to keep focused on the steady grip Lan Wangji had on his arm, sulking at the thought of having to bear punishment for wanting a little bit of attention.
He hoped Jiang Cheng wasn’t around to see him like this, or else he would never hear the end of it. I told you to leave Lan Wangji alone! Why can’t you just listen to me? He could already hear Jiang Cheng’s voice in the back of his mind.
He managed to go four days without technically breaking any laws, and there are over two thousand of them! He really was trying his best to behave, but it all came crumbling down in one instant because of some silly headband. Stupid Lans and their stupid laws, he thought bitterly as he pouted, looking at the back of Lan Wangji’s perfect head.
When they came to a stop, he was surprised to find himself outside of a residence instead, secluded within bamboo groves and far away from the rest of the Cloud Recesses. He tilted his head and looked at Lan Wangji curiously, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, he was being shoved through the front doors.
“Ouch, Lan Zhan, don’t be such a brute”, he complained as he stumbled inside, and fell to silence when the strong scent of sandalwood suddenly assaulted his nostrils.
Like the scent he was so used to smelling on the alpha every day, but now ten times fold.
He looked around the plain room, with its simple furnishing and abundant natural light. There was a tea table on the right side and a smaller table on the left, a guqin laying on top of it. Then it dawned on him with a sudden rush down his body and a flush to his face that this was Lan Wangji’s residence.
Oh.
Lan Wangji grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him into one of the inner chambers, and Wei Wuxian frowned in confusion as he looked around, finding a bed in the center of the room. He was immediately unable to focus on anything else, because he was also pretty sure that this was Lan Wangji's bedroom, and his bed.
Oh.
He was thrown unceremoniously on said bed, landing with a soft aiyoh and both palms of his hands on the mattress. Before he could sit up, his nose brushed up against the bedding and he caught a whiff of the scent so strongly concentrated there—and he whimpered, no longer able to move. His heart drummed in his ears and he closed his eyes, mortified, because did he just whimper? But he couldn’t help it, the scent he so adored was now enveloping his senses and leaving him with trembling knees.
This is where Lan Zhan sleeps, he thought, this is where he sleeps and does… everything else.
Because the smell there wasn’t just of Lan Wangji’s sandalwood scent; it was much more intense, of something primal and musky. Of a bed where an alpha has spent many ruts in.
“Is this what Wei Ying wants?”, Lan Wangji’s voice came from behind him. The alpha leaned in and grabbed him by the hip, flipping him onto his back.
Wei Wuxian met his pale eyes and immediately looked away; the intensity there was just too much to bear. He didn’t trust himself, feeling the rush in his body grow stronger. He could sense the arousal creeping steadily and pooling in his lower belly, similarly to how he feels when he is about to go into heat. Except he wasn’t in heat, or at least he wasn’t supposed to be.
“Do you wish me to abandon all restraint?”, Lan Wangji pressed, eyes burning with intent.
Without looking at him, Wei Wuxian could tell right away that this was a serious question. Contrary to himself, the alpha would never joke about something like that—or any Lan, for that matter. Which is why he could only blink, blushing a deep red and feeling shameful. He was surprised he was being asked this in the first place, because what did Lan Wangji mean? He couldn’t possibly mean what he thought it was, because then they would—
Lan Wangji reached out to grab his face and turn it, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Answer.”
There it was, that commanding tone that had so much power over him. Much like his reprimanding look, Lan Wangji’s command was the only one that seemed to work, and it was unbearably hard to ignore it.
Fuck the meaning.
Wei Wuxian found himself nodding before he could think. He grabbed the alpha’s wrist with both hands and nodded furiously. “Yes, Lan Zhan, please.”
Lan Wangji made a guttural sound, much similar to a growl. Under his lashes, his eyes were burning with something the omega had never seen. “Does Wei Ying know what that means?”
Then it clicked.
Fuck.
He hadn’t seriously considered it before, because part of him wasn’t sure it would ever be reciprocated, but he knew it every time he fervently fingered himself, working through his heats alone, with the thought of no one else but Lan Wangji caressing him, scenting him, consuming him—his name like a mantra. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, his alpha. It had never been anyone else.
But beyond that, he understood what this meant—Gusu wasn’t a place for quick fucks, and once they went to bed together, he would be claimed. Claimed, bred, betrothed, and then he would have Lan Wangji’s children. How many ever he wanted, yes. He would leave Lotus Pier and come to the Cloud Recesses, the place he could barely stand, but even that thought didn’t make him falter in his resolve. Because now Lan Wangji was offering, and yes. This is what he wants, yes. He will do anything to please his alpha, anything to make him happy. He will carry his babies—ten if he would like! Please, Lan Zhan, please. He was nodding again without realizing it, his fingers grabbing at the alpha’s wrist desperately.
Lan Wangji let out a pleased hum, and Wei Wuxian so loved the feeling of pleasing him; he wanted it, longed for more of it. He squirmed under his hold and whimpered obscenely, feeling a warm gush of slick coming out suddenly and dampening his trousers. “Want you to breed me. Please, Lan Zhan, please.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes glistened with something like adoration as he watched the omega beg, a dangerous growl constant in his chest. With his other hand, he reached behind his head and tugged at the headband, undoing it easily and letting it fall to the bed.
“As you wish.” He released the hold on Wei Wuxian’s chin, and the omega let his head fall back on the mattress with a soft grunt. “Undress.”
Without thinking about it, and almost immediately, Wei Wuxian started tugging at his own robes, opening them clumsily to uncover himself. Lan Wangji came to his aid, removing the rest of his outer and inner robes for him since the omega seemed incapable of completing the task fast enough in his foggy state of mind. Once the garments were tossed to the side, the alpha tugged at his boots, then his pants and trousers, removing everything swiftly with one motion.
Wei Wuxian whined at the sudden release. The air felt cool and crisp against his erection, which fell heavily against his abdomen, impossibly hard and glistening wet at the tip; his hole releasing more slick at the realization that he was now bare in front of the admirable and self-composed Lan-er-gongzi—the head of discipline himself.
He vaguely wondered if Lan Wangji would make them kneel and bear punishment afterwards for doing this.
“Present”, Lan Wangji commanded, and fuck, of course he obliged. If he knew that removing that damned headband would have gotten him here, he would have done it a hell of a lot sooner.
His body moved naturally, almost as if he’d done this a thousand times, and he rolled onto his belly, pushing his face into the mattress and arching his back until his ass was up in the air—slick dripping down his inner thigh as he waited.
He could hear the rumbling in Lan Wangji’s chest intensify at the sight, and then the shuffling sounds of the alpha removing his own attire in a rush behind him. But beyond that, everything was a blur. Wei Wuxian was pure instincts the moment he was told to present. When warm hands found his waist, he unconsciously arched his back further, because any sense of shame he might have had before was long gone by now.
“Please, Lan Zhan”, he offered eagerly. “Need you, take me.”
Lan Wangji’s pale eyes landed on the pinkish hole, watching it release a fresh gush of warm slick that smelled sugary and spicy, with hints of citrus and cardamom—the scent of his omega, now tamed and docile, presenting so sweetly with his ass up in the air. He pressed a thumb to it, sliding the tip easily inside, and exhaled at the warmth and pressure he found there. It felt like home.
Somewhere below him, the omega whimpered again and pushed his ass up against the digit, needing more.
“Beautiful”, he said, watching his thumb slowly disappearing within. “So needy.”
“Yes”, Wei Wuxian responded immediately. “Please. Take.”
Lan Wangji’s rumble grew louder as he removed his thumb, bringing it to his nose to smell the sweet scent left behind. Wei Wuxian whined at the loss; he turned his face on the mattress just in time to catch a glimpse of the alpha, swiping his thumb across his tongue and licking it clean. As a result, more slick squirted out and he let out a vulgar little sound.
The alpha leaned forward, bringing his hands to the cheeks of his ass and spreading them further apart. He buried his face there and started sucking, and Wei Wuxian was reduced to a puddle in an instant. He mewled and his legs gave out under him, but Lan Wangji caught him by the hips and kept him in place, drinking the slick as it poured out.
He rewarded his alpha with an endless stream. The mattress was damp under his cheek from the saliva dripping out of his open mouth as he moaned and pushed his ass into Lan Wangji's face, feeling the hot tongue forcing its way past his rim and into his clenching hole.
He never thought this would feel so good. But then again, he never thought Lan Wangji would be eating his ass! And now that he knew how it felt, he didn’t think he could survive a day without it. If I could spend the rest of my days having my ass eaten by Lan Wangji, I would die like that, he thought in bliss, but the thought was only fleeting, because then he was getting hit by an orgasm so strong, the release left him squirming under the hands that kept him in place.
His erection spurted cum in little twitches and he moaned into the mattress, long and languid. He never had an orgasm so intense, and this was just from the warmth of Lan Wangji’s tongue alone—he could only imagine how it would feel when the alpha actually fucked him.
He felt Lan Wangji rising from behind him and turned his face to look, whimpering when he saw the wetness of his slick adorning those beautiful lips. He watched him wipe the mess off his face using one hand, then bring the same hand down to take hold of his own erection, using the slick to help with the glide as he pumped it, getting himself ready. Wei Wuxian’s eyes followed the movement and he suddenly forgot how to breath, because holy fuck. His erection was much bigger than his own, raging red and dripping with pre-cum off the opening. It looked angry, and completely ready to destroy his virgin little hole.
He squirmed, needing, wanting, begging with the roll of his hips as he tried to entice the alpha to move faster and hurry. “Lan Zhan, Lan-er-gege”, he babbled, because the sight of Lan Wangji’s erection left him completely dumb. “Want it, want it.”
Lan Wangji placed his free hand on the small of the omega’s back, pressing down reassuringly to settle him, as if silently saying: “be still, I will give you what you want”.
He brought the tip of his erection to the wet hole, which clenched greedily with want, and pushed past the rim, feeling the pressure from Wei Wuxian’s body resisting against him. His breath trembled, and he had to hold back from slamming in all the way at the overwhelming sensation. Underneath him, Lan Wangji could see the omega’s hair sticking to his forehead, dampened with sweat, and his eyes shut tightly closed. He already looked wrecked, ravished, but so completely beautiful.
The alpha felt an all consuming sense of possessiveness in that moment, registering that this was his omega; someone to protect and treat with tenderness, but also to consume and destroy. It was a conflicting feeling, wanting to take care of someone so bad, but also wanting to demolish them until they were crying.
Nonetheless, Wei Wuxian was his—entirely his, forever to take as his own. And with that thought resonating in his mind, and perhaps a little selfishness, he found himself pressing inside with an urgency he never felt before. All these years of so much practiced self-restraint and discipline, and now he couldn’t even help himself as pressed in until he was buried balls deep.
Wei Wuxian cried at the burning of being spread apart, torn between the feeling of something so painful and so right at the same time. He took a moment to adjust, thinking he could feel even the veins of the alpha’s throbbing erection inside of him, so vivid the burning felt, and whined pitiably. He was so full, connected to Lan Wangji in a way that transcended his body, because this was a lot—Lan Wangji was a lot. And he loved Lan Wangji more than anyone else. He loved him, adored him, admired him, wanted him. He was so full, and he was so happy—a sense of happiness that was so complete, he felt perhaps this was all he was meant to do in his life; nothing else mattered.
Before he realized, he was moving back and forth in delirious little motions, seeking more, wanting it all. All of Lan Wangji.
The girth of the alpha’s erection was now providing a delicious wave of pleasure, so fulfilling and intense that he was pushing back even more, hitting his ass against the alpha’s pelvis with force.
And then he was orgasming a second time, panting mindlessly, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan.”
Meanwhile, Lan Wangji watched him with devotion in his eyes, satisfied in a way that was almost primal for being able to provide another orgasm to his omega. As Wei Wuxian worked his way through the waves of pleasure, he couldn’t help but admire his body—from the way his little hole spread so well to take him in, to the beautiful curve of his spine and down to his shoulder blades, where his black hair pooled into a mess, sticking to his sweaty skin and falling onto the bed beneath. His face, as beautiful as it had always been, now adorned with the aftermath of orgasm. And his parted lips, for once with nothing to say but his name.
Beautiful.
Lan Wangji felt a strong urge to provide—was happy to provide anything he wanted. He would go to the ends of the earth, he would kill a thousand men. Anything Wei Ying wants, he will have, he promised silently to himself and to his omega, leaning over to place a gentle kiss to his spine. He was ready to abandon all of the principles and restraint he was taught his whole life, if Wei Wuxian so desired.
When he felt the tightness of his hole finally ceasing to contract around his erection, he pulled out and grabbed him by the leg, flipping his body onto his back. The omega whined, immediately spreading his legs to present once again, his own erection twitching on his abdomen but still fully hard. Lan Wangji’s chest burned with adoration at the sight, marveling at how desperate the action was. Although Wei Wuxian looked beautiful like this, he wanted to take him in a different position. He pulled the smaller boy onto his lap instead, holding the base of his erection as he guided him by the waist to reconnect them, feeling the warm and wet slide of his hole enveloping him once again.
The omega seemed content with this change of position, unwinding beautifully as his body went limp in the alpha’s hold, and letting him take charge of his hips—too lazy to be bothered with anything else.
He wrapped his hands around his shoulders and buried his face in his neck, sticking his tongue out and licking at the skin there, where the sandalwood scent was most prominent; where his scent gland was hiding underneath his hair. As Lan Wangji guided his hips to a slow start, Wei Wuxian pushed his own hair aside to expose his own gland. He pressed his neck against the alpha’s the best he could, brushing their skin together and scenting him properly so later everyone would know what they’d done.
He purred happily, pleased when the smell of their scents mixed in the air, and Lan Wangji responded with a soft hum, searching for the omega’s mouth with his own and sucking him into a fervent kiss.
Wei Wuxian mewled in his mouth, feeling ready to take charge of his own hips now that the warm brush of their tongues enticed him in a whole different way. He placed both hands on the alpha’s shoulders for stability and rode Lan Wangji with passion; the alpha’s length brushing up all of the right places inside.
So perfect, perfect for him.
“Love you, adore you, fancy you. Always have, since we were fifteen. That’s why I couldn’t leave you alone, wanted you to pay attention to me, wanted all of your attention on me. Don’t want you to look at anyone else, only me”, he babbled into his ear once their lips finally parted, and moaned when Lan Wangji grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. He whimpered, “Lan Zhan. My Lan Zhan. You make me so wet. You can have me whenever you want, however you want. Please, make me yours. Nothing I want more, please.”
Lan Wangji growled at the pleas, closing his eyes and pressing his nose against the boy’s throat. “Love you, adore you, fancy you”, he repeated the same words, feeling the omega swallow under the kisses he pressed against his warm skin. “My Wei Ying.”
His arms tightened around his waist, fingers digging into his skin, and Wei Wuxian whimpered again when he noticed something building slowly at the base of the alpha’s erection. He moved eagerly now, trying to swallow the forming knot with his hole like his life depended on it.
“Yes, please, I want it, I need it. Breed me, Lan Zhan, breed me”, he begged and begged, pressing down onto his lap as hard as he could.
Lan Wangji didn’t respond, couldn’t, was speechless, but with a forceful tug at the omega’s waist, he pulled him down completely and buried into him with a moan of his own. He exhaled warmly into his skin as he took in the feeling of being so wholly inside.
Wei Wuxian was now unable to move, perfectly tied to him where his hole wrapped tightly around his knot. The omega sobbed, hugging Lan Wangji’s shoulders and turning his head to the side to expose his scenting gland once again.
“Bite”, he pleaded softly, still trying his best to roll his hips and create friction—and to tip the alpha over the edge.
Lan Wangji held him in place by the hips, accepting the invitation without a single coherent thought in his mind. He had been reduced to pure instinct, and everything in him was aching to take this omega, to put his brand on him, forever to be displayed on his neck so everyone could see he was properly owned. He leaned in, with a longing so raw and deep that could barely fit in his body, and sank his teeth into the tender flesh of Wei Wuxian’s most vulnerable stop—into the core of his soul.
He tasted the sweet nectar dripping into his mouth, mixed in with the metallic tang of blood, and the combination was simply heavenly. He sunk them in deeper, impossibly deeper, until he couldn’t anymore, drawing a cry from the omega in his arms, who was now orgasming for the third time—the smaller erection between their abdomens spasming with hardly any cum left to spare.
The contractions of Wei Wuxian’s clenching hole, along with the taste in his mouth, were enough to make his own erection explode inside the omega’s body. With warm waves of cum, one after the other, filling him up thoroughly and perfectly, he consummated his claim and initiated their bond—forever.
“Forever”, Wei Wuxian repeated in his arms, because apparently Lan Wangji had said the word without noticing it, his open mouth still pressed against the skin of the omega’s neck while the wound bled and stained his lips red.
Then, almost as if apologizing, he placed gentle kisses on top of it and licked it clean, tending to it carefully.
The omega purred in his ear, running his fingers down his arms. “My Lan Zhan, so good to me”, he said softly, rolling his hips to feel more of the pressure and savoring the feeling of the massive knot spurting into him. So content and full he could fall asleep.
His mind was in daze, and he barely knew where he was anymore—except he knew he was in Lan Wangji’s arms. The purr resonating in his chest was involuntary, something so instinctual he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Alpha, alpha, alpha. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan. Those two words rang in his mind as he slipped under, closing his eyes and dropping the weight of his body into Lan Wangji’s.
Safe. I’m safe here.
Their link was so tight, so strong, that none of the cum spilled out. A moment later, Lan Wangji scooped up the now limp boy in his arms and moved them so they were laying down on their sides, legs intertwined and still connected by his erection oozing weakly.
He looked at the omega then, with a soft tenderness in his eyes, and moved some of the wet hair away from his face.
Wei Wuxian was sleeping.
Peaceful, almost ethereal—with a smile on his face and a belly full of cum.
As he should be.