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Wei Wuxian used to hate humans.
He used to think of them as savage, uncultured beasts who smelled horrible and had no manners to speak of. His opinions weren’t unfounded, either. Humans started wars over meaningless things like treasures, land, and power and, in the process of wars, ruined nature. Nature. The very foundation of every single creature’s existence— the very thing every single creature relied on in order to survive.
Humans seemed to be too simple-minded and cared very little about things that didn’t involve weapons and bloodshed. Given all of that, Wei Wuxian couldn’t see them as anything more than vermin. Filth. He saw no reason to concern himself with them.
He hated them. He hated them and their idiotic, multi-layered clothes that seemed to cling to their skin and suffocate them yet they actively chose to wear all the time. Why do they choose to hide their bodies? Are they ashamed? Wei Wuxian doesn’t understand the thought behind clothes.
There are countless more reasons why Wei Wuxian used to hate humans— those are just a meager few of them. That is why he would have never, not in his wildest fantasies, imagined himself to be in the position he currently is. Never. Not in the three hundred and seventy years he’s been alive would Wei Wuxian have ever entertained the thought that he’d be feeling an ache in his chest — a horrible, painful ache — because he misses a human.
A human! A human whom he is bonded to. A human who may or may not be the most wonderful, most beautiful human to ever exist, one who smells of waterfalls and sandalwood and home.
The most unbelievable part of this is that Wei Wuxian isn’t even biased in any way, shape, or form. He still very much hates humans and he definitely used to hate his mate when they first met. This is Wei Wuxian being realistic, grown, mature, and… and perhaps a little bit in love.
Fine. Maybe not ‘a little bit’ but a lot. A whole, unimaginable lot.
Still, Wei Wuxian questions his life and all the choices he has ever made that have brought him here: on a windowsill, hiding behind a blue, see-through curtain. Hiding and gazing adoringly at his human who is resting on his bed (their bed), in his beautiful house (their house) that is located on the edge of the forest Wei Wuxian grew up in. A house his human built with his own two hands as soon as they bonded because he didn’t want Wei Wuxian to be ripped away from the home he’s known his entire life.
As far as Wei Wuxian is concerned, his human is the best human to ever exist. No other human can compare.
When open, his human’s eyes are the color of the sun— they shine brightly and make Wei Wuxian feel like he’s bathing in sunlight. They’re currently closed, eyelashes casting long shadows across pale cheeks, but Wei Wuxian knows his human’s awake. He can feel it through their bond. The calm waves of the meditation his human insists is very important for strengthening one’s jindan are soothing the edges of Wei Wuxian’s consciousness, lulling him into a wonderful state of tranquility where he feels nothing but love.
Wei Wuxian’s human doesn’t move, his breathing calm and controlled and his face still like magnificent jade. He looks breathtaking, Wei Wuxian thinks with a deep, love-struck sigh that he doesn’t even bother to suppress because his presence isn’t a secret. Despite his partially hidden body and his attempts at being as quiet as possible, Wei Wuxian knows his human is more than aware he’s being watched. He is aware, yet he doesn’t move because he knows Wei Wuxian loves looking at him but feels embarrassed about doing so out in the open.
Love is embarrassing, Wei Wuxian has come to learn, but it’s bearable when he’s got a human who lets him get away with almost anything and everything.
Best human to ever exist, he thinks.
When almost an entire dian has passed and Wei Wuxian feels like he has somewhat fed his need to admire the perfection that is his mate, he jumps off the windowsill and flies to him. His red and black wings that drip with gold and silver shimmers and are almost as big as his body — which is no more than eight cun, his human recently informed him when Wei Wuxian insisted he wasn’t tiny — carry him across the room and to his human’s chest.
Finally opening his mesmerizing eyes, Wei Wuxian’s human looks down at him with what can only be described as pure adoration. “You are done with your chores,” he notes, sounding pleased. “You were gone for a long time,” he narrows his eyes slightly. “I hope it’s not because you were eating Jiang Wanyin’s flowers again. I have no desire to remodel the front of our house for a third time.”
Wei Wuxian gasps in offence, then scowls. “Hilarious,” he snarks, sitting down on his human’s chest and crossing his arms. “Lan Zhan, courtesy name Wangji, the funniest human to exist,” he continues, but his scowl quickly melts into a pout. “You know Jiang Cheng’s flowers are delicious! I just couldn’t help myself…” he whines. “Please don’t tell him or he’ll steal all my honey again,” he pleads, blinking up at Lan Zhan pitifully.
“I will not tell him,” Lan Zhan promises, his lips turning upwards in a smile, and Wei Wuxian scrambles up to his shoulder so he can kiss him on the cheek. Lan Zhan huffs out a small, soundless laugh and shivers. Wei Wuxian grins and kisses him again because he absolutely adores Lan Zhan’s laugh. It makes his entire face light up and their bond sing with so much love it makes Wei Wuxian’s jindan light up.
“Best human ever,” Wei Wuxian sighs dreamily, climbing up Lan Zhan’s head where he buries his nose in his hair, inhaling deeply. He smells so good Wei Wuxian’s eyes flutter closed. “My favorite human.”
“I am the only human you have ever met,” Lan Zhan reminds him in a flat tone.
“I’ve met other humans,” Wei Wuxian clicks his tongue. “They were gross. Just take the compliment,” he rolls his eyes and pats Lan Zhan’s head. He grins in satisfaction when he notices his hair is covered in sparkling gold and silver. “Unless…” he trails off, lying down on his stomach so he can hang upside down and look directly into one of his human’s eyes. “You want me to go to Wen Ning and Wen Qing and tell them how pretty their fangs are?”
Lan Zhan glares playfully and tries to grab him but Wei Wuxian flutters his wings and flies away, laughing with glee. He loves Lan Zhan so much and he loves how talking about some of the other creatures he spends his days with always makes him a little jealous and very competitive. Wei Wuxian loves adores him because it means he gets to fly around while his human tries (and fails) to catch him.
Fairies are fast. They’re faster than werewolves and diving falcons. They’re even faster than vampires when they want to be and vampires are fast. But it’s not Lan Zhan’s fault humans are so… average. It’s not Lan Zhan’s fault that he, with all of his humanness and the speed of a snail, is no match for Wei Wuxian, especially when he’s in a playful mood; his body glowing, flowers blooming across his skin, and his hair flickering between the colors of the rainbow.
Still, despite knowing he will fail, Lan Zhan usually makes an actual effort in trying to catch him. It’s what makes their games all the more fun and endearing. Sometimes, Wei Wuxian even lets himself get caught because it’s worth losing if it means he gets to see Lan Zhan’s smile… even though the smugness that follows winning over a fairy can get a bit too much— like last time, for example, when Lan Zhan ate the honeysuckles Wei Wuxian gathered for himself because, in his words: honeysuckles are for winners, Wei Ying.
This time, though, Lan Zhan doesn’t chase after him. After a very half-hearted attempt at catching him, he just falls back onto their bed and doesn’t move.
Rude, Wei Wuxian thinks and pouts when he sees his human has decided to be of absolutely no fun today. He flies back to him and lands back on his chest where he sits down with his legs spread out in front of him. He stays there for a few seconds, watching as Lan Zhan closes his eyes again, and sighs dramatically while flopping back and landing on his human’s stomach.
Of course, Lan Zhan decides to be of no fun when Wei Wuxian is feeling particularly bored and restless. Typical Lan Zhan. Typical. Wei Wuxian can change that, though. He’s good at making Lan Zhan do what he wants and, right now, all Wei Wuxian wants to do is play.
So he rolls over onto his stomach and buries his face against Lan Zhan’s stomach, feeling nothing but hard muscle and warmth. Humans and their strange muscles— Wei Wuxian’s muscles are in his thighs and arms, where he actually needs them, while Lan Zhan’s muscles are everywhere. That includes his stomach, for some odd reason Wei Wuxian still isn’t able to understand. It’s pretty ridiculous because why do humans need muscles in their stomachs? It’s where food goes! It’s a part of the body that is supposed to be soft and squishy! Wei Wuxian’s stomach is soft and squishy!
Humans are so confusing but Wei Wuxian has to admit that Lan Zhan’s abs — abs, a strange word, isn't it? — are kind of really attractive. They make Wei Wuxian want to rub his whole body against them. It’s a strange and confusing urge to have.
“Take your shirt off,” Wei Wuxian commands. His face is still buried in Lan Zhan’s stomach so his words sound muffled. He probably looks ridiculous as well but he doesn’t really care. He’s been gone all day and all he wants to do is play with his human.
“No,” Lan Zhan says with a smile in his voice.
“I’m bored, Lan Zhan! Bored out of my mind! You have to entertain me,” he whines, still unmoving. “I flew all the way here to see you and play with you and you’re ignoring me. That’s so mean! The least you can do is take your shirt off,” he lifts his head up and looks over his shoulder.
Lan Zhan huffs in amusement. “You live here,” he states and doesn’t move. In fact, he completely ignores Wei Wuxian. He doesn’t even open his eyes to look at him! Unbelievable.
A frustrated growl rumbles in Wei Wuxian’s chest. He grabs the hem of Lan Zhan’s white undershirt, takes a small second to appreciate the fact that Lan Zhan isn’t wearing his robes, and begins pulling it up. He uses both of his hands because his human’s love for clothes that are a fraction too big is somewhat of a challenge for Wei Wuxian (he has gotten lost in Lan Zhan’s clothes before) but, if nothing else, he’s a stubborn fairy. He loves a challenge. It only makes him try harder by tugging the shirt further up until he can see the entirety of Lan Zhan’s stomach.
Wei Wuxian grins in victory and crawls over the bunched-up material until his knees are touching smooth, bare skin. Then, he uses his legs to kick the material even further up. Once he’s satisfied with the amount of skin that is showing, Wei Wuxian flops back down and runs his hands up and down Lan Zhan’s smooth but firm stomach.
He licks his lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss and kiss and kiss Lan Zhan, but he holds himself back. Not yet, he thinks, and toys with the hem of his human’s pants instead. He wonders if Lan Zhan will stop him if he tries to crawl inside. He knows he’s tried it once but it was so long ago he doesn’t remember what Lan Zhan’s reaction was. He probably turned bright red but also huffed in amusement as he pulled Wei Wuxian away.
He tries a different approach. “Lan Zhan, can you please take your undershirt off?” Wei Wuxian asks in a sweet and tinkling voice. He’s even pouting as he speaks, his eyelashes fluttering because he knows just how weak Lan Zhan is for this particular look. He’s the weakest when it comes to a pouting Wei Wuxian. “Pretty please?”
Today seems to be a very peculiar day, though, because Lan Zhan shakes his head with a slight smirk, his long, black hair falling down his shoulders in soft waves and tickling Wei Wuxian’s feet. “Wei Ying should undress me himself if he so desperately wishes to see my body,” he says, tucking a loose strand behind his ear. Wei Wuxian is about to roll his eyes and do just that when Lan Zhan, with a smug look on his face, adds, “without the use of magic.”
Wei Wuxian is left speechless.
He stares. He can’t believe what he’s just heard. “Without using magic,” he deadpans. “You want me to undress you without using any magic,” he repeats, getting himself worked up until his cheeks are flushed and his hair begins turning scarlet. “I’m the size of your forearm, Lan Zhan! How do you expect me to undress you, a giant, without using any magic?” he snaps, fuming. He knows his pointed ears are twitching furiously because he can feel his earrings tugging on them.
Lan Zhan seems to find his little outburst amusing because he chuckles, shaking Wei Wuxian and almost making him fall in the process. He always does this, Wei Wuxian thinks, he always laughs whenever Wei Wuxian gets too worked up and his hair changes colors and he starts shouting. He thinks it’s funny.
“I should take away your voice just for suggesting that,” Wei Wuxian threatens, glaring. “That will make you respect me more!”
Lan Zhan ignores his words. “Wei Ying is smart,” he says instead. “I am certain this will be of no challenge.”
“It won’t,” Wei Wuxian sniffs, eyes narrowing. That lasts all of a second before his whole demeanor changes. “Lan Zhan…” he pouts again. “If I just use a tiny bit of magic I’ll have your clothes off in no time and then we can make love,” he bats his eyelashes, head tilted to the side innocently. He knows he looks adorable and if Lan Zhan—
“There is no fun in that.”
Wei Wuxian stares, disbelieving. “There is no fun in me taking your clothes off faster than you can blink so we can make love? Is that what you’re saying, Lan Zhan?”
Lan Zhan hums. “You rely on your magic too much. Humans do not possess magic and we are managing quite well with our lives.”
“Define ‘quite well’,” Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes, thinking of battlefields and diseases. “But okay, fine, since you want to be difficult,” he clears his throat. “Sit up, human, I’m about to show you I’m the superior species.”
Thankfully, Lan Zhan does as he’s told without a single protest. There’s still an amused smile playing on his face but he doesn’t say anything as he sits up and looks down at Wei Wuxian who is now standing on the bed and thinking about how he’s going to go about this. After a few short moments, a vague idea has formed and he orders Lan Zhan to cross his legs.
Here comes the hard part.
The hard part requires Wei Wuxian to walk circles around Lan Zhan while lifting his shirt up little by little. He flutters his wings, trying to bring it further up, but Lan Zhan is quick to remind him that he’s not supposed to be using any magic. Wei Wuxian would argue that there isn’t anything remotely magical about flying but his competitiveness won’t allow him to do so. Instead, he continues walking circles around his mate, climbing up and down his lap and torso, until he’s lifted the shirt to just under his armpits.
By now, Wei Wuxian is panting and sweating glitter, his flowy hair, now back to its natural black color, sticking to the sides of his face and neck. “Arms up,” he commands.
“Yes, my beautiful angel,” Lan Zhan teases, lifting his arms up. Wei Wuxian kicks him in the diaphragm for that.
“Do not compare me to those bird-feathered disgraces,” he grumbles, offended. Angels are just as disgusting as humans, if not more. Wei Wuxian has met a few and he was not impressed by them. Not in the slightest. “It’s offensive. I will turn you into a snail if you do it again, see if I don’t.”
His threat only makes Lan Zhan chuckle once again but there is a slight, fearful hitch of his breath that’s enough for Wei Wuxian to smile in triumph. Good, he thinks, be afraid. He must be remembering that one time Wei Wuxian turned his skin a deep blue color when he asked Wei Wuxian why he wasn’t as soft and pure and angelic as the legends described him to be. Angelic, Wei Wuxian scoffs. Legends. Humans love twisting the truth whichever way they pleased, didn’t they? Disgusting.
After getting Lan Zhan to lift his arms up, Wei Wuxian continues to try to get his undershirt off. He manages to get it just over his shoulder when he starts to feel like maybe he can’t do this after all. He still doesn’t get why humans need to cover themselves up and why they need layers upon layers of constricting materials to do so. He tried clothes once and swore to never, ever, try them on again after how suffocating they made him feel.
Taking a deep, grounding breath, Wei Wuxian decides that no, he’s not going to give up. He’s come this far and he’s not backing down now. He’s Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian never quits.
So, with a couple more deep breaths, he continues to tug and pull at Lan Zhan’s shirt while trying to keep himself from falling off his human’s broad shoulders by holding onto his hair. He grunts and puffs, gold and silver dust flying everywhere and coating everything. Especially Lan Zhan’s body.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity of struggles, Wei Wuxian pulls Lan Zhan’s shirt over his head and lets it drop to the floor.
“Well, how about that?” Wei Wuxian pants, his heart breathing faster than a hummingbird’s fluttering wings. “I bet you thought I couldn’t do it, huh?”
Lan Zhan shakes his head, looking serious. “I never doubted Wei Ying,” he admits, then looks down at his pants. “However, you are not quite done yet.”
Wei Wuxian pouts and stomps his foot. “You’re being really mean today, you know that?”
Lan Zhan hums. “Wei Ying said he was bored. I am entertaining you,” he says. “You can always give up,” he reminds him with a raised eyebrow. Wei Wuxian shouldn’t find him so beautiful and adorable, not right now, but he does. Lan Zhan is just too beautiful and too lovable.
“I never give up,” Wei Wuxian declares and hops down from Lan Zhan’s shoulder to his thighs, where he stumbles and falls onto his crotch instead. The moment he lands there, he looks up at his human with raised eyebrows and a teasing grin. “Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan, you’re hard,” he giggles. “Was watching me struggle to undress you arousing?” Wei Wuxian then gasps with realization. “ Did you enjoy it that much? Was that the real reason you asked me to do it?” he asks rapid-fire questions, his feet digging into Lan Zhan’s hardening cock.
Lan Zhan purses his lips, eyes trained on Wei Wuxian, and doesn’t say anything. He just watches as Wei Wuxian moves about, undoubtedly making pleasurable sparks shoot up his spine every time he shifts. It’s when Wei Wuxian digs his feet a bit harsher against him that Lan Zhan’s hips buck up unexpectedly and he almost sends Wei Wuxian stumbling and falling to the floor.
Luckily, Lan Zhan catches him at the last second, an apology on his lips. Wei Wuxian just grins. “You love this, you can’t help it,” he teases. “I know you get all hot and bothered when you see me so close to your cock. It looks huge next to me, doesn’t it?”
Lan Zhan’s ears flush prettily at Wei Wuxian’s words and, without a single warning, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and pulls them down. Wei Wuxian bites his lip at the obvious impatience and the absence of the previous nonchalance Lan Zhan showed. His stomach tightens with arousal and his mouth fills with drool. He loves it when his human gets impatient. It’s always such a mesmerizing sight.
“Don’t worry,” Wei Wuxian purrs. “I’ll take care of you, Lan-er-gege,” he assures then, without wasting any time, he pushes at Lan Zhan’s chest with a hand between his pecs — his big and beautiful pecs with pert nipples Wei Wuxian won’t even hesitate to admit he loves sucking on — making him human lie down on their bed.
Looking down, Wei Wuxian’s eyes find Lan Zhan’s hard cock peeking through the top of his underwear, the last article of clothing he has on. It’s already glistening with precum and just the sight of it makes Wei Wuxian lick his lips.
He runs his hands up the hard length and relishes in the grunt Lan Zhan lets out. His human’s hips twitch slightly but he’s being careful. He knows that if he’s a little more aggressive he can very well throw Wei Wuxian off the bed and actually hurt him. It happened once before when they were so into making love that Lan Zhan forgot how small Wei Wuxian actually is. His hips thrust upwards, Wei Ying stumbled and, in his shock, he fell off the bed and broke one of his four wings. Since then, Lan Zhan has learned to be more careful and Wei Ying has learned to wrap his arms around his human’s cock when he feels him starting to lose control of his body.
Sometimes, Wei Ying even uses magic to hold Lan Zhan down— his hands, his legs, and his hips. It’s too easy, though. It’s much more satisfying to watch Lan Zhan struggle to remain in control. It makes Wei Ying feel hot.
Lan Zhan seems to have forgotten the challenge he gave Wei Ying because he shimmies out of his underwear and throws it to the floor, all the while looking at Wei Ying with expectation. Wei Ying grins and runs one of his hands up the thick vein on the underside of Lan Zhan’s cock until he reaches the head. He looks at his human when he wraps both of his hands around his cock and, using his wings to alleviate himself a little, kisses around the slit. He runs his tongue over the hot and sticky, slightly flushed flesh, and moans at the taste.
Lan Zhan sucks in a deep breath and his cock twitches against Wei Ying’s body. Wei Ying grins in satisfaction and a certain degree of smugness because he loves being right. Lan Zhan does get aroused when he sees Wei Ying wrapped around his cock.
“Lan Zhan, you taste so good,” Wei Ying moans and, as if on command, a small bead of precum forms at Lan Zhan’s slit. Wei Ying’s eyes brighten, stomach fluttering with excitement, and he immediately leans down to lick it, humming when the salty-sweet taste hits his tongue. Lan Zhan tastes like the flowers in their garden, the ones Wei Ying likes to snack on after his midday nap because they taste like honey.
His human didn’t taste nearly as good when they first mated, of course. He used to taste bitter and, frankly, quite gross, but as time went by and their bond grew stronger, their bodies became accustomed to one another. That, and Lan Zhan has also gained some of Wei Ying’s magic. It’s minuscule at best but it’s there, discovered after he accidentally cut his palm open and swore to Wei Ying the wound closed itself in front of his very eyes.
He’s also gotten stronger and his endurance is higher than it used to be. He’s still no match for Wei Ying, of course, but he’s much more than a mere human now.
Wei Ying is also positive Lan Zhan’s aging has slowed down and will, in time, match with his so they can live the rest of their lives together and in sync. There’s no way of knowing, though, because no one from their kind has ever bonded with a human before. Magical beings don’t mix with humans so everything is new and foreign to everyone. That’s why Wei Ying was so scared at the beginning— he feared for their bond and how it might be doomed.
He’s not so worried anymore because he can see the changes in both of them and he believes Fate wouldn’t be so cruel as to bond them only to take one of them away. Wei Ying trusts Fate and he trusts Nature. They’d never hurt him or Lan Zhan, that much he knows.
Their bond is thriving and it’s also a doorway to how they’re feeling. Wei Ying can now sense Lan Zhan’s emotions and he can sometimes even hear his thoughts if they’re loud enough. It only gets stronger with time but he’s already able to feel Lan Zhan’s presence even when he’s kilometers and kilometers away from him. It’s very sweet and touching and Wei Ying has grown to love it more than anything in the world.
Sweet and touching, something Wei Ying doesn’t feel when Lan Zhan wraps a hand around him and pulls him away from his cock. It makes him bare his teeth and try to reach back, get his mouth back where it belongs, but his human ignores him.
“Nooo,” he whines, struggling against Lan Zhan’s fingers. “Let me go,” he grunts. “I know you were about to come. I want to be covered in your cum, Lan Zhan, please,” he begs, unashamed, because he does love being covered in Lan Zhan’s cum and he knows his human loves it just as much. He loves how Wei Wuxian looks with his arms and legs wrapped around his cock, drenched in cum and grinding against him while mounting at the slit and moaning about badly he wants to be fucked. He just won’t admit it.
“I was,” Lan Zhan nods like it was irrelevant. “But I would like to make you feel good as well,” he tells Wei Wuxian, his own fingers working up and down his cock slowly. Wei Wuxian watches, mesmerized, and thinks that he can do so much better than that— he can stroke Lan Zhan’s cock better than that. “I want to take care of you, sparkle.”
Those words make Wei Wuxian look up. “Oh,” he breathes, heart and wings fluttering. Sparkle, Lan Zhan calls him. It makes Wei Wuxian’s entire being sing with love. At moments like this one, he wishes he was as big as Lan Zhan or that Lan Zhan was as small as him. He wishes they were the same size so he can kiss his human properly, hug him, hold him, love him.
“Relax,” Lan Zhan whispers softly and Wei Wuxian does as he’s told. He lets himself be eased onto his back on the palm of Lan Zhan’s hand and watches as his human brings him close to his face.
Wei Wuxian’s legs spread on instinct, his cock throbbing and leaking against his stomach. Lan Zhan smiles and brushes his nose against his face, giving him a gentle bop that makes both of them chuckle. Then, Lan Zhan’s lips part and he licks between Wei Wuxian’s legs so torturously slow it feels like time has stopped.
Wei Ying gasps, then moans. His head drops back and hangs between Lan Zhan’s slightly parted fingers, his toes curling from the pleasure of having his human’s wet tongue lick right where he wants him most. His eyes cross and flutter shut from ecstasy, thighs trembling and his hands reaching to fist Lan Zhan’s fly away hairs so he can tug him closer.
He never knew pleasure like his existed before meeting Lan Zhan. He never knew he could feel so good, so blissful, that drool leaks from the side of his mouth because he can’t swallow from how hard he’s panting and how loud he’s moaning. He can’t help it, Lan Zhan makes him feel too good— he licks and kisses him until all of Wei Ying’s senses are overloaded and his hair is the colors of a sunrise.
Just as Wei Ying’s moans turn high pitched and he feels himself toeing the edge of a state of euphoria, Lan Zhan pulls away. “Wei Ying,” he breathes, the name sounding like a prayer on his lips. His hand speeds up and his half-lidded eyes blaze with desire. “You taste so good.”
Wei Ying’s moans are raw and unrestrained. “Please,” he begs, not sure if he’s begging for Lan Zhan to continue to lick him or to be brought back down to his cock so he can be covered in his cum. He wants both so, so badly he can barely think.
Lan Zhan decides for him and brings him back to his red, pulsating cock, letting Wei Ying wrap himself around it and mouth at it while his hips roll against his length with an almost pathetic degree of desperation. He’d feel embarrassed about it if he wasn’t so turned on.
“I bet you’d feel so good inside me,” Wei Ying whines, hands moving up and down the throbbing length. “Your cock is so big, Lan Zhan, I bet I’ll come the moment you fuck into me.”
That seems to be what Lan Zhan needed to hear because his breathing stutters and he comes, his stomach clenching and his hips twitching slightly. He’s still so careful with Wei Ying, even amidst his pleasure.
When Lan Zhan’s cum lands all over his stomach and Wei Ying , the moan that tears itself from Wei Ying’s throat is animalistic. “I need to come,” he cries. “Lan Zhan, please.”
Lan Zhan scoops him up with careful hands and, with amusement in his voice, says, “Of course, sparkle.”
Wei Ying can’t help the long, drawn-out whine he lets out when his human brings him back to his mouth and licks over his hole. When Lan Zhan uses his other hand, the one where Wei Ying isn’t obscenely spread out on, and gently rubs his pinky finger between his cheeks and over his cock, Wei Ying’s body spasms violently.
He reaches down between his legs, fingers shaking, and pushes two of them in his hole that’s so wet they slide in with ease. He stretches himself open, legs finding purchase on Lan Zhan’s wrist, and craves something more. “I want you,” he tells Lan Zhan, looking at him with hazy and unfocused eyes.
“You have me,” Lan Zhan assures him, bringing his free hand closer to Wei Ying when he reaches for it. “Are you sure?”
Wei Ying would glare at him if he could. They both know that Wei Ying needs this.
He nods and spreads his legs wider, cheeks flushed and eyes blinking rapidly. He reaches towards the thumb of the hand he’s lying on and hugs it close to himself, mouthing at it when his human slowly eases his finger in him.
The stretch burns the way Wei Ying loves. His hips twitch as if he’s trying to suck Lan Zhan’s finger inside deeper and faster. It feels so good. Always so good, but Wei Ying can’t help but think how much better Lan Zhan’s cock would feel. Getting held down by his human’s strong arms while he’s fucking him? Wei Ying dreams of it often.
Once most of Lan Zhan’s finger is inside of him, he gives Wei Ying a few seconds to adjust to its size. He should know that Wei Ying has no patience for such trivial things, though. He’s impatient and it’s taking too long and he needs to be fucked so bad he starts moving his hips up and down, moans and whines spilling from his lips.
He knows Lan Zhan is watching him and it only adds to every little sensation he’s feeling. It only makes him want to fuck himself faster, harder, wants to put on a good show because Lan Zhan’s told him just how good he looks like this.
The thumb Wei Ying is holding to his chest twitches. “Lan Zhan…” he looks up pleadingly. “Harder?”
Lan Zhan licks his lips and obeys, pulling his finger halfway out before thrusting it back inside. It gets a little harder and faster every time he does this and, when Wei Ying looks down, he can see his stomach bulging with every thrust, the outline of Lan Zhan’s finger apparent. He drops his head down, his cock throbbing.
“Wish you could fill me with your cum,” he tells Lan Zhan who wastes no time in pulling his finger out and gathering some of his cum from his stomach. He thrusts the now cum-coated finger inside Wei Ying and Wei Ying… Wei Ying stops breathing for a second. It’s not the same — of course it’s not — but the mere thought of having Lan Zhan’s cum in him, coating his insides… it makes him want to sob with happiness.
“Do you want me to—”
“Yes,” Wei Ying gasps. He doesn’t need to hear what Lan Zhan is going to ask because he already knows.
Lan Zhan chuckles and leans down, tongue running over Wei Ying’s small, red cock as his finger fucks inside of him hard and fast. He twists it, just a little, and Wei Ying lets out a startled scream and comes all over himself, gold landing all over his stomach and face in thick ropes.
He shakes. His thighs and stomach tremble and he’s almost delirious from how good he feels. He rubs his face against Lan Zhan’s thumb that he’s still hugging to his chest, kissing it and whining from overstimulation.
“Good?” Lan Zhan asks, slowly pulling out his finger.
Wei Ying hums and smiles. “So good,” he sighs, opening his eyes that are now shining red with how good he’s feeling.
“Oh,” Lan Zhan breathes. “Pretty,” he whispers, his cheeks reddening as he takes in the sight.
He’s told Wei Ying he looks mesmerizing whenever his eyes glow. In the beginning, when they were still getting to know each other, Wei Ying was self-conscious because of the obvious differences between them and he tried to hide a lot of things. Not anymore. Now, he shows Lan Zhan every part of himself and Lan Zhan never fails to tell him how beautiful he is and how much he loves him.
It takes a few minutes but, once Wei Ying has come back to himself, Lan Zhan lays back onto the bed and lets Wei Ying rest on the upper part of his chest, close to where his shoulder meets his neck. It’s Wei Ying’s favorite spot to cuddle while Lan Zhan’s palm rests on his back, warming him and making him feel safe and secure.
It’s silent for a little while. Lan Zhan’s fingers are gently caressing Wei Ying’s wings and Wei Ying would scold him because they’re both dirty (Lan Zhan’s hands especially), but he can’t bring himself to care. The moment feels too perfect to ruin it.
“I wish I could make love to you,” Lan Zhan confesses suddenly. “Properly. I wish I could kiss you and hold you. I enjoy this,” he hurries to say. “I enjoy it more than I can describe… but there are times when I wish for more…”
Wei Ying hums in understanding. “I know,” he sighs, kissing Lan Zhan’s collarbone. “I want that as well. I want us to be the same size so I can kiss you and hug you… cuddle with you. Get fucked by you.”
Lan Zhan chuckles, his fingers turning even more gentle as they move from caressing Wei Ying’s wings to running up and down his body. “I also wish to introduce you to my friends,” he admits, and Wei Ying’s heart flutters. Humans are social creatures, much like fairies, and it must be hard for Lan Zhan to not be able to do normal things because he’s bonded to someone the size of his forearm who is also not allowed to show himself to other humans.
“I want you to introduce me to your friends, too,” Wei Ying says because, unlike Lan Zhan’s friends, Wei Ying’s friends know all about him. It’s humans who know nothing of magical beings. “I want to trust Fate but it’s a bit mean to bond two people who aren’t even the same size,” Wei Ying jokes.
“Perhaps there is a reason for it.”
Wei Ying nods. “Yes,” he agrees. “To feed my size kink,” he laughs, then sits up with a gasp. “Wait, yours too! You have a size kink too!”
Lan Zhan rolls his eyes. “Wei Ying,” he sighs with exasperation. “That has nothing to do with us being bonded.”
“But it makes sense!” Wei Ying argues. “We fit so well!”
“Not everything can be about sex.”
Wei Ying scowls, “Not with that attitude it can’t.”
They settle after that but Wei Ying can’t help but think about how much easier it would be if he knew of a spell that could make them the same size. It would make everything so much easier and so much better.
“It’s fine,” Lan Zhan hums after a while. “I am more than happy to have you like this. As long as I have you, our size does not matter.”
Wei Ying’s heart warms. “I’m happy too,” he says and doesn’t tell his human how he’s not going to rest until he finds a solution to their problem. There has to be a spell or something that can give them what they want. Wei Ying knows plenty of wizards and warlocks. One is bound to know something.
“Wei Ying…” Lan Zhan warns, probably sensing Wei Ying is plotting something. “Leave it be. Do not mess with dangerous things. I do not want you to get hurt.”
“I won’t get hurt,” Wei Ying assures him, leaning up to press a small kiss on Lan Zhan’s bottom lip. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I promise I won’t do anything dangerous.”
Lan Zhan nods and, even though he still looks a little unsure, he chooses to believe Wei Ying. Oh, Lan Zhan, always so good. Wei Ying loves him so much. “Wei Ying,” he says with a small smile. “I love you no matter what.”
Wei Ying’s whole face flushes and, once again, his eyes shine red. “I love you too,” he mumbles, a little shy, and surges up to give Lan Zhan another kiss. “No matter what.”