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A tub for two

the intimate bathing meme;

Grooming is an important part of many species' rituals. It keeps them clean, healthy, and content. And a good bath? It can change the whole tone of a day from terrible to relaxed and blissful.

But nudity is sometimes viewed as a weakness - and it is almost always sexualized - so bathing is often kept a private matter. If you do share these moments with someone, they're almost always a significant other or a sexual partner.

Like you're doing now.

Whether it be after a battle or after sex (or before sex, even), the two of you are going to get clean. Be sure to help each other out with that, won't you? After all, there are places on the back that just can't be reached...

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His eyebrow shoots up, a bit amused by this request. Lan Wangji always seems to have this desire to please him in his heart and Wei Wuxian almost feels bad about taking advantage of it. Except he knows the other man gets just as much out of it as he does.

"I want you to touch every inch of me, all the time. Is that not enough of a request?"

He is playing, finding a kind of thrill in the fact that the man wants him to be so specific with his requests. To talk about such things and speak their actions into existence.

"The how and the where is different if we are in the water or if we are in the bed. There is only so much you can do in the water."

Not that their adventures in bath tubs haven't proven that they can actually do a lot more then one would think humanly possibly in such a confined space.

"I want you to touch what you were just admiring most of all."

What Wangji wants, what he will accept in this game, is specificity. He lets out a soft hum when Wei Ying finally gives him that, though is not specific enough for him to not to take advantage and tease him in the way that they both enjoy.

"Like this?" he asks, voice painted with an innocence that's fake but what any one would expect from Hanguang-jun. His hand slides from where it's covering Wei Ying's to his cock but he only presses his palm against it, adds no pressure, does not indulge either of them by wrapping his hand around him and pumping him slowly as he likes.

Wei Wuxian's breath catches in his throat at the teasing way that Lan Wangji touches him. There is definitely something enjoyable about this game as he stifles a small groan. No reason to give him that satisfaction quite yet. The piece beneath the man's palm responding to that touch.

"Mm..Close but that's not quite right. I want to feel more of that strong hand wrapped around me."

He could drag this out, really enjoy the full potential of Lan Wangji's touch on his body. A slow and tantalizing step by step of motions to draw out the sensations of his hands on him.

Wangji hums in response, a gentle sound as he does as instructed and wraps his hand around the length of Wei Ying's cock.

"Wei Ying will have to be specific. Has he not heard? Hanguang-jun is pure," which is what the inn keeper's daughter had been gossiping about as they passed, hushed but not for a cultivator's hearing. He is amused by the thought, of course, by the fact that no one would believe that he is the one with less shame between them.

He laughs softly at the thought that Lan Wangji could possibly be pure. That couldn't be further from the truth. And yet the man does still exude that kind of presence at times. But only when in the company of others. When they are alone, pure can never be uttered in the same sentence as his name.

"I definitely need to remove all that purity tonight." He dips his head forward so that he can watch that hand upon him. His length hardened beneath that grip.

"Now I want you to stroke it, very slowly at first, Lan Zhan. I want to feel you move over every inch of that piece in your hand." Because there is few things better than those calloused hands on his body doing very impure things.

"Shameless," Wangji chides again, with no heat behind the words whatsoever. He keeps his chin hooked over Wei Ying's shoulder, tilts his head to press another kiss to the side of his neck where marks from previous nights are both fresh and fading.

He hums softly, "As such?", as he moves his hand, tightening his grip on the upstroke before remembering the game they are playing. With Wei Ying, with the noises he is able to draw out from his love and with him in hand, it is easy to grow distracted and impatient. He loosens it again, but does not wait to be instructed to keep going.

He groans as he feels that hand move over him, that tightening of the grip as it moves up. It's hard to keep his own focus on the game when Lan Wangji starts to work on him. He tilts his head slightly so that the man can have all the access to that abused neck of his as he could want.

"Mm...grip it a little harder, Lan Zhan. Like you started to do. That felt good. And a little faster."

He isn't afraid to voice his approval of the job the man is doing, his grip on the man's legs tightening as he tries to keep himself from bucking into that hand.

The new angle of Wei Ying's neck is distraction enough as Wangji's hand moves, though he bears in mind the instructions. He goes slow still, a few strokes, before he picks up the pace. It's different, in the water.

He wonders how if feels, if it's enough friction or feels rough. "Good?" he accents the question with a bite, then sucks on the tender flesh and soothes it with a swipe of his tongue.

He moans, first from the feeling of that hand as he listens to his requests and then again because of the bite to his neck. It's hard to stay on track when the pleasure is coming from two very different places on his body.

The warm water seems to make that hand move easier over him, takes away some of the uniquely pleasurable sensations that the callused hand creates over him.

"Ahn...very good." His breathing starts to come a little quicker as that hand moves over him faster. "Harder, Lan Zhan..just a little more..." He knows once Lan Wangji has a rhythm it won't take much for him to break.

"Tighter?" Wangji asks, moving his hand quicker and making sure that on each upstroke he tightens his grip before running his thumb over the sensitive head of Wei Ying's cock. It is not part of the instructions, he knows, but it is what his beloved wants and likes.

His own cock twitches against Wei Ying's back, hard and hot but not enough of a distraction for him to wish to stop and do something about it yet. That will come soon, once Wei Ying has chased his pleasure. "Tell me how it feels, love."

There is a strangled moan as Wei Wuxian struggles to keep himself calm. Lan Wangji knows what he likes without him ever saying a word, but that only makes this game better.

"Amazing, Lan Zhan..you're doing so good." He can feel his release knocking on the door, just waiting to break it down. "Just..a little more. Ahh your hands are so incredible."

He can't help himself any longer and his hips jerk into that hand and after just a few more strokes his body shudders as he releases, his moans no longer bridled as pleasure spreads through his whole body.

There is nothing like watching Wei Ying come undone, to see him come apart in Wangji's hands. He will never get enough of it, not in the lifetime or any others they are granted together by the Heavens.

Wangji strokes him as his hips buck, as Wei Ying's seed clouds the water. He lets him go only to bring his hand up to cup Wei Ying's cheek, to turn him so that he can claim his lip and lick into his mouth as they kiss. HIs own blood is hot in his veins, desire a flame burning bright as his love is pliant in his arms.

Wei Wuxian feels weak from that high as Lan Wangji's lips claim his own. He can feel that strong member stiff against his back and he knows the other man is owed feeling just as good as he made him feel. He doesn't even get a moment to consider though before his lips are captured by the other man and he becomes distracted once more.

He turns his body, hungrily returning that kiss. Tasting Lan Wangji's mouth as he brings his hands up to frame either side of hte man's face. Breathlessly breaking it a moment later while still keep his lips very close to the other man's, "Your turn, Lan Zhan. How would you like me to break that purity of yours." throwing that tease from earlier back at him while still maintaining the theme of the game.

Wangji doesn't expect that they continue the charade, so kissed breathless as he is it takes a moment for his mind to catch up with the words that spill from Wei Ying's lips against his own. He hums softly, tilts his head and presses another kiss to Wei Ying's lips. It is short, sweeter than before but he nips at his lower lip all the same.

Hands settling on his lover's hips, he pulls him close and lets his hands slide down his sides, along his outer thighs and then stops short of where they'd normally settle over the firm muscles of his ass. "Uncertain. I am too pure to know, Wei Ying. You decide how I should be corrupted."

He groans as the thought of all the ways he could 'corrupt' Lan Wangji fills his mind. There are some limitations in water but not many. "In order to fully corrupt you, there is some preparation needed, Lan Zhan."

He sits up slightly, pressing himself against the other man and rubbing a little against that stiffness. "You're so close to where you need to be but one of those hands is going to have to move lower. I need you put a finger inside of me..start to get me ready to this." As he talked he dragged a hand down Lan Wangji's chest and stomach until he could accentuate that word with a languid stroke of his length.

Wei Ying's hand on him is always a distraction, something he craves when there is distance between them as much as he does when he has his lover's touch. The touches, bold and firm, earn a soft gasp which may as well be a wonton moan from a man known for his silence. "Wei Ying."

The other's name is always reverent on his lips, a prayer that breaks the game before Wangji regains some composure and slides his hands to grope at firm muscle. He kneads it in his hands, spreading Wei Ying wider and pressing him forward as he slides his fingers downward, traces the other's entrance with his forefinger and only presses in lightly to give him a moment to adjust to the sensation. They both enjoy the roughness of this, the hints of pain, but Wangji never wishes to seriously hurt. "Just one finger, my love?"

He loves to the sound of his name on Lan Wangji's lips, especially when it follows a delicious sound that he has managed to draw from the man such as that gasp. "Ah.." That initial press of the finger draws that fist hint of discomfort. Knowing it will be just a short feeling before it starts to cause much more exciting sensations.

Breathy, "Just one..for now." He draws a hand up to trace a single finger around Lan Wangji's lips. "And after a minute, you can add a second."

He doesn't need or want much preparation. Knowing that it will only make him crave the main course much faster.

"Wei Ying is a good teacher," Wangji says with even keel, presses his finger deep insider the smaller man as he's asked. He goes slowly, pulls it out and presses back inside the familiar heat.

At the same time he hums softly, meets the finger tracing his lips with a playful flick of his tongue. "Now?" he asks, though he's already pressing a second finger in to join the first, knows when his love is ready and craves more.

He moans as he feels that finger work inside him, and as the second joins it his back arches slightly. One hand clutches at the man's shoulder now as that hand that had been on Lan Wangji's lips moves into his hair. He rests his forehead against the other man's as he tries to keep his voice steady.

"Yes..very good, Lan Zhan. You're a fantastic student." The desire is building up in his stomach, wanting to bubble up and burst from inside of him. The restraint he has quickly breaking away as he finds it harder and harder to keep himself steady.

"Just a little more..." Because that is as much holding back as he is going to be able to do.

It is too easy to give Wei Ying want he wants, to slip that finger inside fully and to work it into his tight heat. He pulls both fingers out, fucks into him and scissors his fingers slowly without guidance as passion and desire takes hold.

"More?" the feigned innocence leaves his tone and now the words of a practiced lover leave him, the smirk he presses against Wei Ying's lips a sign of that. "You have always taught me well," he says against his cheek, lost in the sensation of Wei Ying's moving against him and each sound that falls from his love's lips.

A shaky breath leaves between parted lips as he turns half-lidded eyes to meet the man that is his lover. If anything, Lan Wangji has taught him more then he ever could. "I think your lesson is over, Lan Zhan. It's time for you to show me everything you've learned."

His body is craving Lan Wangji, desiring to feel something larger and harder then those fingers inside of him. But just as much he feels the want to make this man feel as good as he has made Wei Wuxian feel since arriving in the hot springs.

"Are you ready to lose that innocence?" And become the master that Wei Wuxian knows that he is.

There is something about the teasing words, the feigned loss of innocence that earns a gasp that Wangji then muffles against Wei Ying's neck and turns into wet kisses pressed to already marked skin. He wants to taste all of him, to savor and claim.

He slips his fingers free from Wei Ying when he feels he is loose enough for him, stretched and ready to accommodate his flesh. One hand falls to Wei Ying's hip, guiding him up and forward and up, while the other grips the base of his own cock. When he is pressed against Wei Ying's opening, rocking up ever so slightly, he waits. "Are you ready, Wei Ying?"

"I'm ready Lan Zhan." Very ready. The desire flowing through his body is as hot as the water they are currently sitting in. He feels him against his entrance and slowly lowers himself down onto him. Moaning as his fingers grip Lan Wangji's shoulders for support, feeling that length filling his insides. The water helping to lubricate as he presses inside of him. Even with the stretching of those fingers it is still a tight space, his body opening up to him as he enters, wanting to envelope him completely.

He doesn't stop until he settles into the man's lap, giving himself that moment to adjust to his size, feeling him completely embedded inside of him. "Nnn..so big..You are so big, Lan Zhan."

The feeling of entering Wei Ying, of being joined together, is one he will never tire of. It is indescribable, has Wangji seeing stars before he is full sheathed and feels Wei Ying settled against his lap.

His hands dig into Wei Ying's outer thighs, leaving crescent marks behind along with finger shaped bruises. "You like it," he reminds, teasing tone reserved for his soulmate. With Wei Ying on top, settled against him, Wangji is left at a disadvantage when it comes to moving inside him. He rocks up barely, lets out a shuddering breath. "Alright?"

He practically purrs as he captures Lan Wangji's lips with his own, pressing a kiss against them briefly before he starts to move. He rocks his hips and uses his hands for balance as he starts to ride over him.

A breathy moan escapes him as he lifts his head up to look down at the other man, desire and pleasure etched into every inch of his face.

"Better then alright, Lan Zhan." He knows that the other can't do much, but he doesn't mind being the one who does all the work this time. "Just sit and enjoy."

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