Chapter 95 - Longing (Part Six) (2/2)

The two couldn’t be less concerned with these unimportant things. Lan WangJi almost picked Wei WuXian up and threw him onto the bed. Just as Wei WuXian propped himself up a bit, he was immediately pressed down again. Lan WangJi’s gestures were more than fierce. He was nothing like the normal HanGuang-Jun, who was all righteous and sensible.

Wei WuXian’s back hurt from the collision. He yelped a few times, and Lan WangJi paused shortly. Wei WuXian immediately flipped around and pushed him onto the bed, holding him down as hard as he could. He said beside his ear, “I couldn’t tell you’d be so fierce in bed…”

The earlobe by his lips was white as jade. Wei WuXian couldn’t help himself from taking a soft bite. It was soft and cold. After he bit it, he took it into his mouth and sucked on it lightly. Lan WangJi’s fingers tightened around Wei WuXian shoulders.

The strength in his hands was abnormally strong. Wei WuXian immediately gasped from the squeeze. He turned to look at his shoulder, which was already lined with five scarlet marks. Seeing this, Wei WuXian shoved his thigh between Lan WangJi’s legs and pressed, pretending to threaten him, “What are you being so mean for? Careful, I…”

Right away, Lan WangJi reached towards Wei WuXian’s waist to untie his sash belt. Wei WuXian purposely wanted to tease him as he slapped his hand away and smirked, “HanGuang-Jun, so impatient?”

He didn’t know if it was a hallucination or not, but Lan WangJi’s eyes seemed to be bloodshot, almost glowing red. When he reached out again, Wei WuXian swiftly dodged to the side, “It’s not like I won’t take it off. I’ll do it myself.”

After he said it, he indeed untied his sash belt and took off his lower garments. Stark naked, he lowered himself on Lan WangJi again.

Both of the two were bare. Skin brushed against skin. With intimacy, they kissed, turning their heads. Wei WuXian pressed the back of Lan WangJi’s neck with his left hand, not letting him open up a single sliver of space between the two, biting and rubbing his lips. With his right hand, he chased down the graceful yet powerful lines of Lan WangJi’s back. When he felt the somewhat uneven scars, he stroked them tenderly with the tips of his fingers.

There was no less action on Lan WangJi’s part. Those fair, slender hands swam around Wei WuXian’s body with his distinct knuckles before lingering at his waist and his hips, forcefully rubbing the delicate skin at the end of Wei WuXian’s thighs. It was as though Wei WuXian had turned into a zither, plucked and strummed under the pair of hands. But the person who played him had not a single trace of the coldness and elegance of playing the seven-stringed zither. What Wei WuXian let out weren’t graceful zither notes either, but rather unbridled moans of pleasure.

However, Lan WangJi’s hands were just too strong, and he liked to pinch the sensitive regions as well. At first, Wei WuXian was able to enjoy it, but it soon became an unbearable throbbing. He gasped, moving his stinging, swollen lips away. His chest heaved up and down, “HanGuang-Jun, w-why are you like this after you take off your clothes? Where are you pinching? You really don’t deserve to be called a gentleman.”

Feigning disappointment, he removed the completely ungentlemanly hand of Lan WangJi’s. Lan WangJi let out a low growl, sounding quite dangerous. Wei WuXian, “Don’t be like this. Come on, I’ll let you pinch me. Pinch here.” As he spoke, he led Lan WangJi’s hand towards his lower region, laughing quietly as he mumbled, “Pinch however you want to. Use your muscles.”

Amidst the buzz, Wei WuXian felt he really had a self-taught obscenity when doing these things. But imagination was one thing, and action was another. He’d lived for two lives, and nobody had ever touched such a private part of his body aside from himself. When Lan WangJi’s burning palm really enveloped him, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but tremble, curling himself up slightly.

Yet, it felt too good being held within Lan WangJi’s fingers and caressed at such a rhythm. Soon, Wei WuXian unconsciously stretched his body, his arms climbing around Lan WangJi’s back and shoulders to offer his member to those hands. Lan WangJi’s movements quickened. Wei WuXian breathed shallowly, closing his eyes in pleasure. His fingers wanted to cling onto something but could only stroke Lan WangJi’s firm, bare back in vain. All of a sudden, he realized that he shouldn’t be the only one who was feeling this good, and so his right hand searched for Lan WangJi’s member as well.

Just as he touched it, Wei WuXian felt the hot, thick object swell a size larger, bouncing into his palm as hard as iron. Even touching it made his cheeks burn. He’d never thought he’d touch this particular region of a man. It was absolutely unimaginable. But whenever he remembered Lan WangJi was the one he was touching, Wei WuXian would become so excited, he almost couldn’t control his hands. He grabbed it, stroking it recklessly as he rubbed it with his slippery legs again and again.

Lan WangJi’s breaths suddenly became heavier, while what was in Wei WuXian’s hand also throbbed, growing even hotter. Beside their ears were each other’s insuppressible pants and Wei WuXian’s moans.

However long had passed, Wei WuXian felt all of the blood and pleasure in his body flood towards a single place. As his scalp tingled, a whimpering, almost broken voice leaked from his throat, “Lan… Lan Zhan, w-wait, I…” Before he could even finish, the dangerous pleasure exploded through him.

Wei WuXian’s voice froze. A moment of white flashed in his mind. Quite some time later, still dazed, he saw a few light traces on Lan WangJi’s taut abdominal muscles. He finally realized that he’d released already. On the other hand, Lan WangJi released almost the same time he did, sending forth the white fluid between Wei WuXian’s legs. As Wei WuXian moved, no matter how slightly, the embarrassing liquid slowly slid down, dripping onto his sensitive region. It felt extremely obvious. He could tell there was a mess even without looking at it. The viscosity felt a bit uncomfortable down his gluteal cleft, but what was more apparent was an incomparable sense of satisfaction.

Lan WangJi’s head was buried into Wei WuXian’s chest, his warm body atop Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian was all out of energy, limp all the way from his head to his fingertips. He felt so relaxed he didn’t even want to move his hand.

Only after a long while did their breathing return to normal.

Even though he was so heavily pressed down, his heart was full of peace and contentment. Wei WuXian pecked at Lan WangJi’s hair. What enveloped the two, apart from the soft sandalwood, was the refreshing scent of soap, after they’d bathed. The sensual aroma was not as evident.

Wei WuXian had buried the things he wanted to ask Lan WangJi inside of him for a long time, too afraid to ask. Only right now, as the two lay side-by-side, did he feel a bit more confident. He lowered his voice, “Lan Zhan… Are you listening?”

A moment later, Lan WangJi replied with a ‘mn’. Wei WuXian, “I have to tell you something.” He breathed lightly before speaking, “Lan Zhan, thank you.”

With thousands of words, there was nowhere to start.

If he didn’t meet Lan WangJi when he came back, Wei WuXian didn’t know what he’d be like right now. In reality, even if he roamed around alone, it wouldn’t necessarily be that bad. But no matter what, he believed that nothing would be better than this.

Unfortunately, he didn’t notice that after Lan WangJi heard this, his body froze slightly.

The surging heat finally began to retreat. Wei WuXian’s head was still dizzy as he rambled on, “In these two lives, you’ve helped me a lot. I know you’re… really nice to me. You’re really great! Apart from thank you, I don’t know what else to say to you… Anyways, towards you, I feel… I feel…”

But this wasn’t the point at all. Wei WuXian had never confessed like this to anyone before. Even someone whose face was as thick as his felt a bit embarrassed. He could only first pick a few random things to say. Just as he was thinking how to explain himself to make it sound sincere and serious when Lan WangJi suddenly pushed him away.

With how sudden it was, Wei WuXian’s back slammed hard against the bed.

He widened his eyes, so surprised that he couldn’t move. On the other hand, Lan WangJi sat upright. His chest heaved. His breathing was a bit rushed.

In silence, the two stared at each other for a long time. The first to move was Lan WangJi.

His face was pale, but his eyes were clear. He first picked up a white piece of clothing from the ground to cover Wei WuXian, and then went to find something for himself.

Wei WuXian was still confused. He almost couldn’t believe what had happened.

The push was as though a dream had turned into a nightmare, as though a bucket of water had poured down his head, as though somebody had just slapped him hard on the face. He finally found the ability to speak again. Voice hoarse, he tried, “Lan Zhan, you’re… awake?”

Lan WangJi had already finished dressing himself. Sitting far on one side, he wiped his forehead with his right hand. He turned around, facing the mess on the ground, with his back towards Wei WuXian. A while later, he finally whispered, “Mn.”

Although Wei WuXian didn’t know when he woke up, now that he was awake, Lan WangJi’s reaction meant that one thing was clear: he didn’t want to continue what they were doing. He didn’t want to listen to Wei WuXian finish what he was saying, either.

Wei WuXian finally realized just how cruel what he did was.