Part 8 – Make Good

The door of their room had barely shut behind them when Lan Wangji shoved Wei Wuxian up against the frame. Wei Wuxian gasped into the mouth bearing down on his, surprised but excited at his husband’s sudden ferocity. Closing his eyes, he shuddered and groaned as the kiss became somehow even more demanding. Lan Wangji’s strong fingers bit into his back. His hips ground roughly into Wei Wuxian’s.

All that flirting on the road must’ve really riled him up. Wei Wuxian would have to remember that for the future.

“Have you been thinking wicked thoughts about me all day, Lan Zhan?” he murmured as they broke for air at last. Wedging a hand between them, he closed his fist around the hot, hard length stabbing into his stomach. “Have you been stewing in your robes, thinking about what you’d do to me when you finally got me all to yourself?”

Lan Wangji made a sound like a growl in his throat. His light eyes scorched into Wei Wuxian’s as he crushed him even harder against the doorframe. It was like Lan Wangji wanted to fuse their bodies together through sheer heat and force. Breathless, Wei Wuxian kept stroking him—kept stoking him. He wanted to melt into him, to lose himself in Lan Wangji.

“One time isn’t going to be enough for me, Lan Zhan,” he panted out, as Lan Wangji bit his lip so hard it bled. “Two times isn’t going to be enough. You’re going to have to pound me out at least three times. I hope you’re ready.” Nipping Lan Wangji back, he rotated his grip in a way that made Lan Wangji’s whole body jerk. “Sorry if you wanted to sleep tonight. It’s not happening. I need you too badly.”

Wei Wuxian was working himself up just as much as his husband. Baiting Lan Wangji into a frenzy had been his lifelong passion. It never got old to him, thinking of how beneath that cold, elegant façade, Lan Wangji was boiling for him. He could feel the simmer of that lust, threatening to spill over, threatening to engulf them both.

“Yes!” Wei Wuxian cried out, as Lan Wangji spun him around and pressed him face-first into the wall instead, practically tearing him out of his clothes. Shamelessly, he arched his bare back, offering himself to his husband. “Fuck me good and hard, Lan Zhan. Wear me out like I need you to.”

But it wasn’t a nice hard cock that met his naked ass—

It was a brisk, stinging slap.

Wei Wuxian whimpered, his eyes pricking with tears. “Lan Zhan…” he said pitifully, looking back. “Don’t be cruel.”

But Lan Wangji just gave him a pinch on his flinching backside. “Your yourself gave me permission to punish you, Wei Ying. Make good on your word. Now or later—decide when you will accept your spanking.”

Wei Wuxian trembled all over. He never could stand being spanked. It was too mortifying! But Lan Wangji seemed determined—and he was pinning Wei Wuxian’s wrists in his hand, so there was no chance of weaseling out.

“Now, I suppose.” Wei Wuxian’s cheeks clenched taut as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Let’s get it over with. Go on and spank me, Hanguang-Jun!”

Despite his brave words, Wei Wuxian writhed and cursed when Lan Wangji proceeded to smack him across the ass. To tell the truth the smacks weren’t very hard at all—Wei Wuxian knew for a fact that his husband could pack a real wallop if he wished to. Maybe earlier that day, when his temper had been running hotter, Lan Wangji would’ve put a little more heat into it.

But for now the slaps were almost teasing—almost. They were certainly making Wei Wuxian’s cheeks turn hot and red, which he darkly suspected was Lan Wangji’s ulterior motive. This motive was all but confirmed when Lan Wangji paused in meting out his justice to smooth his palm over Wei Wuxian’s cherry ass.

Wei Wuxian moaned with relief and abandon. “Lan Zhan! Hanguang-Jun…”

“You are being too loud,” Lan Wangji said, his voice so rough with desire Wei Wuxian’s cock throbbed painfully against the wall that bent it back.

Before he could protest, his own broad hair ribbon was tugged free and pulled between his teeth. Effectively muzzled, Wei Wuxian felt fresh tears mist his eyes. The least Lan Wangji could do was let him carry on a little! This, Wei Wuxian realized, was his true punishment—not being able to complain.

He’d long suspected Lan Wangji had a thing for discipline. Maybe even a bit of a sadistic streak. Binding up and spanking Wei Wuxian made him just a tad too excited for it not to be a kink. This discovery filled Wei Wuxian with dark delight. He hoarded Lan Wangji’s deviancies like precious gems.

After a parting squeeze, Wei Wuxian’s smarting cheeks were finally given a rest. Wei Wuxian hung limp in Lan Wangji’s hold. He was perfectly lax as he felt that first wet probe urging him open. Lan Wangji couldn’t be harder or thicker, but he glided into Wei Wuxian with such luxurious ease it tore groans from them both.

As his flushed, tender flesh came to rest against Lan Wangji’s cool skin, he could only stammer mutely out, “S-so good, Hanguang-Jun.”

For that, Wei Wuxian supposed he could invite some punishment, every now and then.

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