The oil in the bowl had cooled a bit by then, but it still was warm enough to feel comfortable to the touch; Lan XiChen asked WangJi to hold the container while he proceeded to dip his index finger into the liquid. It emerged slick and glistening, he directed WangJi's attention to where he went on to slide just the tip against Wei WuXian's entrance; he went about it very slowly, Lan WangJi watched as the oil streamed from the slender digit and down along the perineum beneath.
"It looks nice, doesn't it?" XiChen asked with a smile, but he didn't expect a response; low, wet sounds issued while his finger slid farther inside, and where Wei WuXian had all manner of smart comments prepared, they remained uselessly lodged at his throat when he succumbed instead to XiChen's ministrations. His head remained helplessly laid on his crossed arms while his thighs trembled despite him, by then far past the point of aching arousal; he was aware he'd got the mat slick with fluid beneath him and badly desired to touch himself.
Meanwhile, at XiChen's side Lan WangJi continued to watch with perfect composure, but Wei WuXian's state of desperation hadn't escaped him; Lan XiChen knew how much his brother was holding back, that he probably fancied gripping Wei WuXian and feasting on him until he'd got his cock completely cleaned. He didn't intend to torment him this way, and ultimately he turned to him while gradually allowing his finger to slip out from inside Wei WuXian; "Let's have you help me a bit," he said, he indicated the bowl and Lan WangJi went on to dip his finger in the oil as well, before the two proceeded to bring their fingers toward Wei WuXian together.
"I think he's ready for two," Lan XiChen said, he could see WangJi flush just a little while they both slid the digits inside; at that, he turned to him with a smile and said, "He's so hot inside, isn't he? It really feels so nice."
At this point Wei WuXian couldn't help his voice, he let a quiet moan and despite himself pressed his hips back against them; "Shh…" Lan XiChen mouthed, with his free hand he gently caressed the smooth curve of his behind. "You want WangJi, don't you?" he asked; he proceeded to stroke him carefully from the inside. "Just here?"
In response there came only muffled whimpers and incoherent swears, Lan XiChen turned to WangJi and said, "Stroke him, right here— be gentle."
Soon they both went on to do so, and XiChen appeared pleased with his brother's ministrations; he told him as much and proceeded to kiss him encouragingly while they continued, as though to tide him over while he was made to wait.
In truth the two worked quite well together, they went about it with subtle grace that was intrinsic to them both, and before long they'd got him prepared enough that Wei WuXian was helplessly pressing back against their fingers without shame; he even reached back and got one hand on Lan WangJi's wrist, and then began to press his hand harder against himself, he was on about how he badly wanted more, and he knew that HanGuang-Jun could give it to him.
However, that time Lan WangJi remembered his self-restraint; he allowed Wei WuXian to make use of his wrist, but ultimately looked to his brother for further instruction. Lan XiChen gave a small laugh, he calmly asked Wei WuXian to let go and promised that it won't be too much longer. At last he and WangJi went on to slide their fingers out from inside him, they emerged glittering wet and trailed slick streamlets in their wake, XiChen proceeded to slide the tip of his finger along the glistening entrance.
"Doesn't it look good?" he asked; "I think you'll both find that it feels much nicer this way."
By then, Wei WuXian could no longer resist it; without a second thought he reached back to touch himself, and slid two digits readily inside. He was almost surprised by how easily they slipped in, and he had to admit that it did feel very nice— to the point where he couldn't help playing with himself this way. Wet, profane sounds issued forth where he had at himself, and he was breathlessly muttering to Lan WangJi to get on with it already and quit messing with him.
How is it, he wondered, that lately it feels like he's always the one teasing me, instead of the other way around…?
But in truth, at that moment Lan WangJi felt about an equal amount of torment: his gaze was transfixed by the frightfully obscene way that Wei WuXian had at himself, until at last he could take it no longer. The crisp strike of his hand gripping Wei WuXian's wrist resounded distinctly through the room when he reached forth to stop him, and then he forcibly tugged his hand away; in fact, he tugged his wrist hard enough to pull Wei WuXian upright while still on his knees, and then with a skilled maneuver he got him turned around to face him.
For some seconds they regarded each other hungrily before Lan WangJi seized his mouth, they stumbled in place and might have knocked over the bowl if Lan XiChen hadn't rapidly moved it away; they kissed with impatient desperation and after the fact remained forehead to forehead, visibly famished, clearly not finished with each other yet. Then, without removing his eyes from him, Lan WangJi tugged Wei WuXian's wrist closer to himself again; he got his fingers in his mouth and slid them in all the way, far as they'd go, and had at them in a way that had Wei WuXian tremble with arousal.
Soon they were kissing messily over his fingers and began reaching with mutual frustration for the binds of Lan WangJi's robes; it was only belatedly that Lan WangJi met his brother's gaze from over Wei WuXian's shoulder, and slowly understanding set in. He paused where he'd been partway to disrobing and let out a quiet sigh, aware that he was meant to spend this time learning from his brother, and not simply messing around.
When Wei WuXian realized that Lang WangJi had stopped, he gave a loud moan of discontentment and sputtered, "You have got to be kidding me… are we seriously stopping here…?!"
Some distance away Lan XiChen gave a kind smile; "I know you're feeling frustrated, Young Master Wei. But I think you'll find that it'll be well worth the wait."
This entire sect is such a pain, Wei WuXian thought; it's like everything has to be done in the most aggravating way imaginable.
He observed while Lan XiChen guided WangJi to lie down on his back and began carefully unraveling the ties of his robes, and soon this had his interest without doubt; Lan WangJi's body was beautiful, he was built like a perfect jade sculpture, and Wei WuXian couldn't help tracing the immaculate lines of his lean form. After Lan XiChen had got him completely disrobed he asked Wei WuXian to climb over him, such that he was straddled over his chest and facing his hips; naturally there came no resistance there, and after doing so, without being prompted Wei WuXian got both hands on Lan WangJi's cock. It was a thing of beauty all its own and he felt his mouth water at the sight of it.
No reprimands or warnings came from Lan XiChen that time, so without further preamble Wei WuXian got the hard member in his mouth, he gave a moan of approval while starting to have at him like he were starved; I've wanted this so badly, he thought. He really tastes so nice…
Lan WangJi, who had been fighting admirably for composure, could no longer restrain himself when he felt Wei WuXian begin to lap at him; at once his hands came on Wei WuXian's hips and he pressed him down farther toward himself, until he got his cock in his mouth as well. By then Wei WuXian's member was completely slick from when they had got him ready before; the liquid trailed messily over Lan WangJi's lips and got him wet all over before at last he managed to get it in his mouth, and as he had at him impatiently he reached up to slide two digits inside him as well.
Wei WuXian's voice came muffled against the member in his mouth, he had lost any pretense of grace and was now profanely fucking himself on Lan WangJi's fingers; he'd become so desperately invested in what he was doing that he'd been taken by surprise when there came on his shoulder Lan XiChen's gentle touch. Very slowly he turned to look at him from in-between disheveled strands of hair, his lips still red and raw with exertion.
"Young Master Wei," XiChen said; "Would you like to try it now?"
To be continued…
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