September catch-all

[diabolique]

⌛ Who: Wei Wuxian, Wen Kexing, Ouyang, Henry Silver, Atheva Lavellan, AND YOU!
⌛ What: September catch-all
⌛ When: Throughout September
⌛ Where: various
⌛ Warnings: will be added to threads as needed

Wei Wuxian
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Wen Kexing
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General Ouyang
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Henry Silver
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Atheva Lavellan

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I regret nothing!

[diabolique]

To say he's surprised would be an understatement. But that feeling quickly fades, replaced by a sense of need.

"It's alright, it's all part of the show," he assured even while draping his arms around Lan Wangji's shoulders. His eyes darkened as he peered at his husband and he pressed close enough that he knew Lan Zhan could feel hs erection.

"Then what's stopping you from having me?" he asked in a low, teasing voice.

/pikachu gasp

[mourningjade]

Witnessing Wei Ying reassuring strangers earns a growl and Wangji takes possession of the erection between them, his hand holding the shaft like a prize. His eyes are bright with desire and he uses his other hand to free himself of his robes.

"Clothes." he answers bluntly before capturing his beloved's teasing mouth for a kiss, his tongue licking and his teeth grazing.

[diabolique]

His eyes flutter and a soft sigh escapes him when Lan Wangji's warm hand wrapped around his most sensitive flesh. He pressed close and ran his hands along the front of his husband's robes, clever fingers seeking out the hidden ties that kept them closed.

"I can help with that," Wei Wuxian all but purred once their lips parted. Would he find Lan Wangji hard beneath those flowing layers? Probably. But if not, well, he knew a few ways to raise his interest. "Can I ride you?"

[mourningjade]

Resting their heads together - just to breathe - Wangji wiggles free of his robes, letting them fall. Any sound from the crowd is ignored as he kisses his beloved husband again.

Looking around after they part, shuddering, he pulls up a chair and once he is nude - and yes, quite hard - he sits down and looks up at his Wei Ying appealingly.

"Do you have to ask?"

[diabolique]

Wei Wuxian's eyes roamed his husband's body. It's already so familiar to him, yet each time he savors the sight of Lan Zhan's physique, especially when he's aroused. His tongue darts over his lips as his eyes linger on Wangji's erect cock. He'd done that. He'd been the one to turn Wangji on.

Wuxian moved closer but didn't yet sit in his husband's lap. His hands moved across the broad expanse of Wangji's chest. Lithe muscle under soft, warm skin made Wuxian smile. He could feel Wangji's strength in the simple touch. His hand trailed down the center of Lan Zhan's body until his fingers curled around his length. He leaned in and murmured loud enough for the audience to hear, "Do you want me to suck it first?"

[mourningjade]

Yes, Wei Ying has done that many times! Wangji would be amused at his husband's thoughts - and completely unashamed. Everything about him belongs to his Wei Ying and his gaze doesn't move away from his soulmate as he comes closer. He longs to kiss him... To be buried in him...

His eyes lid at the touch and he arches, gasping when his length is grabbed. The loud murmur makes him smirk and before he answers, he kisses those teasing lips. A low sound resonates in his chest and he whispers:

"I want to feel your mouth, Wei Ying."

[diabolique]

If there's one thing Wei Wuxian's learned working at Sakuranbo, it was how to prolong the show. No one's left, so he's sure the audience wants to watch him get fucked as much as he wants it. But, he has to make it part of the show.

So he dropped to his knees in front of Lan Zhan and leaned in. He breathed in deeply to fill his senses with the scent that was uniquely Lan Wangji. Drawing his husband's erection away from his body, Wuxian drags his tongue slowly from base to tip. As much as he enjoyed Lan Zhan's scent, his taste was so much better!

[mourningjade]

Wangji couldn't care less about the show, but there is a reason he doesn't work for Sakuranbo. The alcohol has pleasantly addled his senses, giving him the courage to seek what he wants most. His husband. The stage...the audience...are simply backdrops.

He welcomes his Wei Ying with a sigh, burying his fingers in his husband's soft hair. The way he is coaxed and then licked has him moaning, his legs spreading shamelessly. Without realizing it, with the way he arches, he is putting on a good show himself.

[diabolique]

Of course he's putting on a good show! Lan Zhan is gorgeous and oh-so-expressive when they're being intimate. Alas, the audience can only see their profiles through the screen. Though, Wuxian's sure there are some skittering to pay extra to poke holes in said screen now.

He grins up at Wangji before swirling his tongue around the swollen head. He loves the taste of his husband very much and he's always greedy for more. Which makes it hard to go slow. But, he also doesn't want Wangji to come undone before he's had a chance to penetrate Wuxian. A few more lazy licks and Wuxian wraps his lips around the hard member, sucking lightly as he slowly takes Wangji deeper into the wet heat of his mouth.

[mourningjade]

The audience should consider themselves lucky. Any holes won't be noticed right away; Wangji is too intoxicated by his husband, his breath catching each time he sees that clever tongue. If the sounds he makes aren't enough to express how much he wants his Wei Ying, the way his cock twitches should easily be visible - even through the screen. He is not a small man.

"Tease..." he growls and takes off his headband, using it to tie his darling husband's wrists together. Then he pulls him up insistently and onto his lap.

[diabolique]

Lan Zhan has much more stamina than Wuxian, so he has to tease a little if he wants to survive! Okay, well that's a dramatic way of putting it, but he likes teasing Wangji. He likes melting away his cold outside to see that burning passion that lies beneath. And, he finds it surprisingly sexy that others get to see that fire that burns only for him.

When Wangji tugs him into his lap, Wuxian pulls his lips away from his husband's cock with an exaggerated wet sound. He drapes his bound wrists on Lan Zhan's shoulder and scoots close enough that his own erection brushes against Wangji's.

"Do you want to be inside me?"