A/N: This is the first really kinky fic I've ever written. Ever. (Well, written and completed. So far. I still have others that I haven't gotten around to editing yet.) So please be nice, and tell me what you liked; if you have any advice or suggestions for me, I'd love to hear them. (No flames; just friendly advice please!)
This was for the Kinktober 6th prompt, "Sensory Deprivation", with the extra prompts of "Rimming", "Dom/Sub", and "Mirror Sex". I didn't get into the aftercare as much as I meant to, but hopefully this satisfies anyway! De-anon, please! :)
Prompt 1: Lan Zhan knows that sometimes, Wei Ying needs help quieting his mind. Cutting off all his senses helps, but so does giving him something specific to focus on. This time, he's focusing on the vibrator in his ass.
Prompt 2: Dom Lan Wangji softly and completely wrecking sub Wei Wuxian. Would love: praise kink, bondage, orgasm denial, overstimulation, crying, begging, wwx getting emotionally overwhelmed (but like..in a good way, not a "let's stop" way), lots of aftercare. Any setting fine :)
Quiet Place
In the silence of his mind, Wei Ying drifted.
It had been another difficult day; a day where everything was just too much; where he'd been running at 110% for too long, where he was so stressed and tired and he just couldn't stop thinking.
He was frazzled and worn down and going, going, going, can't stop, keep going cantstopcantstopcant-
"Wei Ying."
His husband's insistent tone caught part of his attention, but he was far too wound up for it to hold much of his notice.
"In a moment, Lan-er-gege. There's too much to do; so much to finish, I have to-"
"Wei Ying has to do nothing," Lan Zhan snapped. "If you do not take a break soon you will burn out and make yourself sick."
"But, but Lan Zhan, I can't! I'm not done yet, and there's just so much-"
"You are not behind schedule," his husband reminded him.
"It will not harm anything if you stop now and take a break, but it will harm you if you continue on as you have been. For the last several days you have not been eating or sleeping properly, and if you don't take a break you will make yourself sick. Stop and rest for a while; eat, shower, sleep, and come back to it later with fresh eyes and a clear mind."
"But Lan Zhan, I can't; it's in my head; it's all there and I just have to get it out; I'm just trying to organize and make sense of it, cause it's all there and I can't stop thinking-"
A hand appeared in his vision, reaching for him; gently catching hold of his chin and turning him to face his lover, kneeling on one knee to bring his face down to meet Wei Ying's.
"Does Wei Ying want my help?"
As he stared into the serious, honey-gold eyes boring into his own mercury ones, his breath caught in his throat. The question was soft, yet firm; it was clear that Lan Zhan would not be swayed from his determination to see Wei Ying take a break, yet the method his husband used to ensure this was as always up to him.
Lan Zhan had several different ways to help him relax when he struggled to do so on his own.
Some of these were incredibly self-indulgent and hedonistic – involving things like soft music, tea-light candles, hot baths, essential oils, and massage followed by finger foods; slow dancing to love songs or playing duets together with guqin and dizi after enjoying a romantic dinner. All various types of long, drawn out seduction to set their desire at a simmer and build it up gradually over the course of the evening into a deep, powerful arousal before finally culminating in lots of slow, steamy, loving sex.
It was incredibly intimate and made him feel so very cherished; he doubted he'd ever really be used to it.
Somehow, even after five years of marriage, the way his husband loved to spoil him could still leave him feeling flustered, almost shy in reaction. He doubted he would ever be able to stop feeling awed when Lan Zhan decided to show him how much he loved him; all he could do was try his best to return as much of the devotion he was given as he could, and hope that his sometimes-clumsy reciprocation would never stop melting his husband's heart as well.
Typically, there were times that Lan Zhan would plan these things ahead; preparing more or less extensively depending on how much time and effort he wanted to put in or could afford to spare for it.
However, if at any time Wei Ying indicated that he really needed to be pampered a bit, his lover wouldn't hesitate to pull together whatever resources he had at hand to take care of him accordingly.
It was so very, wonderfully sweet and made Wei Ying a little crazy trying to figure out how on earth he could have ended up with someone so wholly, purely good.
He was careful to avoid taking advantage and asking for it too often; Lan Zhan would do it unprompted somewhat regularly, so it would have been rather ungrateful of him to demand it more frequently.
That, and the fact that as much as he loved being taken care of in such a soft and tender way, other times he needed something very different from the man he loved.
While the pampering was amazing when a project was done and Wei Ying just needed to unwind, right now was not the time for tenderness. When he got like this; soft, sweet, and gentle care would do very little to distract him from all the fiddly little details floating around in his head. His mental preoccupation would only spoil things, making the night far less satisfying for them both.
Nights like this, Wei Ying could not slow down unless someone made him.
"Please,"he choked out, suddenly aware of just how weary and fatigued he felt. Wrung out and hollow; empty of peace and full of anxiety and chaotic energy.
Words escaped him now; an uncommon occurrence, but sometimes when his head was too full and his lover called his attention to it his tongue would falter in his mouth. There were just too many things needing to be said at once that he felt like he could barely breathe through it.
Luckily, after knowing each other since they were fifteen, dating since they were seventeen, and married since twenty-one; the two of them knew each other well enough that words were no longer always necessary for them to communicate or understand each other.
In the early days of their relationship, it was Wei Ying who had to spend a lot of time learning to interpret his boyfriends moods, thoughts, and desires which he was reluctant to voice.
Later on, it was Lan Zhan who realised that for all Wei Ying's chatter, the important things were rarely actually said; sometimes calling attention to them would simply make his words dry up.
Quite a number of miscommunications and misunderstandings resulted from this in the first few years of their relationship. It made things rocky at times; but in the end their relationship made it through and they were stronger for all the struggles they'd weathered together. The two of them eventually learned to communicate with each other properly whenever they could, and how to read one another correctly when they couldn't.
Overall, they had dozens of ways to tell each other what they needed from one another nonverbally, or key words and phrases they used to simplify references to things.
So when Wei Ying tipped his head slightly to the left, baring his neck submissively and letting his pleading for his lover to take the reigns shine in his eyes before dropping them; that was all that was necessary to answer the loaded question and tell his husband exactly what he needed.
Lan Zhan's gaze darkened and his posture stilled.
"Wei Ying, come," he ordered.
The deep, commanding note running through the word struck an answering chord in Wei Ying, and for a moment the clamour in his head settled down. Not completely, not nearly enough; but enough for him to temporarily push it aside and focus his attention on obeying and nothing else.
It wouldn't last – he could already tell that it was going to be one of those nights – but it was enough for now; enough to last until his lover could give him something better.
Even as he spoke, Lan Zhan was rising to his feet and turning on his heel to stride from the room.
Stumbling out of his chair, Wei Ying hurried to follow.
His husband led him into the kitchen, where he paused by the island and pointed to a stool beside it.
"Sit."
Continuing over to the oven, he pulled a covered plate out while Wei Ying scrambled to take his seat.
Placing it in front of him, Lan Zhan ordered, "Eat."
He obeyed quickly.
The buzzing in his head continued, but the brisk commands his husband had issued in that particular deep tone countered it just enough for him to recognise his hunger and sate it.
No sooner had he finished then his dishes were taken from him, a glass of water pushed in his direction as Lan Zhan rinsed his plate and cutlery in the sink.
"Drink."
He downed it, noticing for the first time this evening how desperately thirsty he'd been. The head rush after he hydrated sent him reeling; he had to close his eyes and lean on the countertop to regain his balance.
Lan Zhan gave him another; which he finished a bit more slowly, murmuring his exhausted gratitude for his spouse's thoughtful caretaking.
When he set down his empty glass, Lan Zhan took him gently but firmly by the shoulders, arresting his attention.
"Go upstairs, and into the bathroom. Strip, then get in the shower," he said.
Wei Ying nodded vacantly. His head was spinning too much for him to figure out what he needed to do on his own right now; it ached and he needed to not have to think for a while. Letting Lan Zhan tell him what to do made it easier.
Rising on shaky legs, he made his way up the stairs, clinging to the banister as he went.
Behind him, he heard the sound of Lan Zhan rinsing his glass before loading the few dishes they'd used into the dishwasher, though it wouldn't need to be started yet.
Entering the bathroom, he peeled off his t-shirt, dropping it on the floor behind himself as he went. He paused by the sink to unzip his jeans, then moved on to the toilet before pushing them down along with his underwear. Automatically, he took a piss he'd barely even noticed he needed before he was standing there.
Shucking his pants and socks, he climbed into the shower.
For a moment, he stared blankly at the knob, before remembering what to do with it.
The cold water that came out shocked him briefly, before the temperature started warming up, but at least he felt slightly more aware. He looked for a washcloth; only to realise he'd forgotten to grab one. He hesitated, indecisive about what to do.
Then the curtain pulled back, and his husband stepped into the shower behind him. He had a washcloth in his hand, which he immediately held under the spray, shooting Wei Ying a soft, understanding look.
Rather than handing it over, however, his husband soaked it up and began running it over Wei Ying's body. Gently scrubbing him clean from head to toe. The only words that were spoken were Lan Zhan's firm instructions to, "Turn," or demands of, "Arm," or "Leg", and so on. The running water was the only other sound.
It wasn't often Wei Ying was quiet like this; but when his head was just too full sometimes he shut down. Usually he'd ramble non-stop until Lan Zhan made sure he couldn't speak anymore by filling his mouth with something else; but this was one of those nights where he was in a bad enough state not to be able to speak much.
So he was quiet, almost docile while his husband washed his body, then his hair.
Closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of those strong hands running over him; wiping down his semi-interested body before running through the long, dark strands of his hair, trim nails scraping over his scalp. Just focusing on Lan Zhan's hands and his voice, and the heat of his body behind him.
Finally the water shut off, and he was told to get out.
His husband towelled him off with brisk, yet gentle movements. Wrapped his hair and sent him ahead.
"Go into the bedroom and sit on the bed. Wait for me."
Wei Ying did as he was told, absently rubbing at his hair while he sat on the bed and waited for his lover. He was so very tired, but filled with a nervous sort of energy. He knew that if he tried to lay down, within minutes he'd be ready to crawl out of his skin. Staring vacantly at a patch of carpet, his thoughts continued to whirl.
He heard Lan Zhan come in, but didn't look up from the floor as he listened to his lover moving around, and opening and shutting drawers.
Not until Lan Zhan came to stop in front of him, and told him, "Wei Ying, look at me."
He looked.
Lan Zhan's face was determined, his eyes concerned. He lifted Wei Ying's chin with his fingers and examined him closely. Wei Ying opened his mouth, a hundred different flirtatious comments coming to him – "Well, hello there, handsome!" "Tell me honestly, Lan Zhan, am I pretty?" "See something you like, Lan-er-gege?" – But they all crowded at the front of his brain at once, and nothing came out.
Lan Zhan's eyes softened in understanding, recognizing the way his husband was too overwhelmed and overstimulated to function.
Gently, he finished drying off Wei Ying's hair and discarded the towel at the foot of the bed.
"You remember the signal?" he asked.
Wei Ying nodded. Lan Zhan didn't move. Realising his husband would not continue until he verbally confirmed the way he needed to communicate if he needed to stop at any point, he closed his eyes and forced himself to speak.
"Make a noise, then shake my head hard twice," he recited.
"Good boy," Lan Zhan said.
He drew in a deep breath, and when he let it out he wore an authoritative, commanding air.
"Get on your knees; go to the middle of the bed; kneel."
His voice was smooth and thick like velvet; rich and deep and comfortable.
Wei Ying turned and crawled to the middle of the bed where he knelt.
Lan Zhan moved up the side of the bed, leaning over him and slipping a thick, dark cloth blindfold over his head, fastening it securely.
"Move up a bit more; arms out front," he said.
Walking on his knees a bit closer to the headboard, Wei Ying stopped when his husband told him to. Wearing a blindfold helped, just a little bit. Having his vision cut off like this quieted just a little of the noise down in his brain, enough to make him certain this would work. Not much; just enough to make him eager to continue. Not that he'd doubted his clever, considerate husband to begin with.
Listening, obeying; simply following orders without overthinking his actions was easy. Lan Zhan's beautiful voice provided an arresting yet soothing focus point away from the clutter in his head.
He felt Lan Zhan kneel behind him, felt his hands running up and down the backs of his thighs, smoothing over his rump.
A finger circled around his hole, and his dick twitched. He wasn't actually hard; not yet. He was still far too keyed up to respond to his lover properly right now. But he knew that eventually his lover would fix that.
"Stay still."
Then the touches stopped.
For a moment everything was silent. All but for the rustling of Lan Zhan moving around behind him and the pounding of his heart.
Cool, smooth fibre slipped over his skin as his lover hung a double-stranded length of rope over his shoulders, around the back of his neck.
"Left arm," came the next instruction.
He brought his left arm out for Lan Zhan to take hold of.
The other man moved it back and out just a little to the side, before taking one side of the double-stranded rope and pulling it back beneath Wei Ying's armpit, lifting it over and circling around his arm and back again three times above the elbow. Then he pulled the arm into position lying horizontally, palm facing out; flat across the center of Wei Ying's back before circling it he rope two more times below the elbow, ending at the inside of the wrist.
"Right arm,"he said.
Lan Zhan wasted no time in repeating the process on the other side. He was careful not to tie it too tightly, to ensure it was comfortable; but also careful not to make it too loose. Just enough to restrain, but not enough to hold much tension as long as he was still.
Wei Ying was still as the ropes were wrapped around his wrists, crossed, and tied off in a knot. His husband's long, elegant fingers lifted the rope around the back of his neck to slide the ends behind it. He sat there patiently while the ropes were looped around and tied in a crisscrossing pattern across his back.
The buzzing in his head seemed to calm just slightly with every cross of the rope.
"Good boy," Lan Zhan murmured, stroking his side.
He shivered.
"Put your head down," his lover ordered.
Wei Ying laid his head down, turning it to the side so he could rest it on the bed. His arms were tied securely behind his back, and he was still on his knees. The position it put him in had his ass raised into the air, and his legs just slightly spread.
It made him feel incredibly open and exposed, especially with the blindfold on.
"Good, Wei Ying; you're doing so well for me."
He felt his husband's hand running along his flank, and he trembled a bit. The hand gave his ass a comforting squeeze, before it was joined by the other, spreading his cheeks wide.
There was a moment's rustling, then-
"Ah!"
He cried out as he felt the first touch of his husband's tongue against his rim.
The tip of the soft, wet muscle circled his hole before flattening and dragging over it in a firm, hard lick. He moaned in pleasure at the sensation as his husband's talented tongue traced the wrinkles in the flesh of the pink bud at the center.
Arching into it as his husband became more and more enthusiastic, he felt himself growing fully hard as the pleasure started to become stronger. Saliva ran down his crack onto his balls from where his husband was messily eating him out, and he clenched a bit at the sudden coolness.
His lover stabbed the tip of his tongue inside, and he gasped.
After several more minutes of having his husband open him up with his tongue, he felt fingers start to prod at the edges of his rim. While saliva was not really the best lubricant, his hole had been loosened enough by the tongue-fucking he'd just received that it was quite pleasurable.
Lan Zhan opened him up quickly with two, then three fingers before he withdrew; prompting a disappointed whine.
"Be patient," he reprimanded, and Wei Ying quieted.
There was a soft sound of a cap opening, and a moment later the fingers were back, this time coated with lube. Lan Zhan spent just enough time to get his hole nice and wet, before moving away again.
Cool, lube-covered plastic met his skin, and Wei Ying startled a bit.
Lan Zhan worked a plug into him, carefully angling it just so; so that it was not quite putting pressure on his prostate. A second later, a switch was flicked, and the plug began to vibrate.
"Oh!"
He shuddered, enjoying the titillating sensation.
"You are not allowed to come yet," Lan Zhan ordered.
Wei Ying pouted.
"Lan-er-gege is so mean," he whined.
His lover was singularly unimpressed.
"I have a bit of grading to finish before I can join you, so you're going to have to wait for me. I want you to stay here, and try not to think about anything but the vibrator; and you are not allowed to come until I join you. Okay? Can you be good for me, Wei Ying?"
"Yes, Airen," he replied.
Slipping around to the other side of the bed, Lan Zhan knelt by the side of it and faced him. Wei Ying only noticed when his husband prompted him to open his mouth for a gag.
Having secured that around his head as well, Lan Zhan started to cover his ears, before stopping and confirming that Wei Ying remembered how to get his attention again should he need it. Wei Ying's eye-roll was hidden by the blindfold.
"I'll be right across the room where I can hear and see you easily," Lan Zhan told him before covering his ears and cutting him off from any noise.
He felt his husband leave, and settled in to wait in the quiet and the dark. Lying on the bed, bound in place; unable to speak or move, to see or hear.
Just as he'd been told to do, he focused on the plug inside him.
At last, the cacophony in his head finally went completely still.
Which brought him to where he was now, kneeling face down on the bed with his legs spread, vibrator lightly buzzing and slowly, steadily building up his arousal.
Right now, it felt incredible.
Of course, he knew that the anticipation would be almost unbearable by the time Lan Zhan granted him a reprieve.
But the slow, steady climb of it helped to ground and calm him. Made him feel centered; at peace. The vibrations of the plug inside his ass were the only sensation that stood out; everything else was muted. White noise.
For a while, he was calm.
Eventually he would grow desperate for release, and eventually his husband would come and have his way with him.
Lan Zhan would start with the ear plugs, taking them out so that Wei Ying could hear him give instructions.
Then the gag would come off, his husband whispering, "I want to hear your voice, Wei Ying."
He'd climb up behind Wei Ying and take out the plug, replacing it with his cock. Plunging inside and fucking him fast and hard. Filling him over and over with a brutal pace, striking his prostate with each thrust and making him scream.
Of course, that wouldn't be the end of it.
Soon, when he'd notice Wei Ying about to come, he'd use his thumb and forefinger to pinch the base of his cock, halting his impending orgasm. Then he'd stop and sit, leaning back against the headboard; legs apart, knees slightly bent, feet planted on the mattress while he pulled Wei Ying up and into his lap.
Take off the blindfold, after he positioned Wei Ying the way he wanted him – legs spread wide over him, making him face the foot of the bed; lifting his chin with a hand gently wrapped around his throat, forcing him to look at his reflection in the large mirror on the wall opposite. Make him watch the two of them; Lan Zhan relaxed and dominating even beneath him, and himself; tear-streaked and looking wrecked, strung out from being restrained and denied orgasm for so long.
"Ride me,"he'd command, and Wei Ying would.
Slowly, shakily; until Lan Zhan grasped hold of him and started to thrust up into him, lifting his hips and using his feet against the mattress for leverage.
Wei Ying wouldn't be able to do anything but lean into him, head tipped back onto Lan Zhan's shoulder, limp and pliant. All the while watching their reflections in the mirror as Lan Zhan took him apart. His husband's mouth next to his ear, where Wei Ying could hear him over the sound of his own cries and pleas for more, for mercy, to, "Please, Lan Zhan; please, please let me come!"
That sinful voice whispering praises and encouragement and filthy commentary to him as they watched themselves fuck.
"Look at yourself; Wei Ying, do you see? See what a good boy you are for me? Look how beautiful you are. See how I fill that slutty hole of yours, how desperate you are for my cock? You take me so well, Wei Ying; so perfectly. You want it so bad, don't you?"
He'd tease and torment him with almost enough stimulation to come, but never quite enough; not until he began to chase his own release. He'd start fucking him in earnest, then – leaning back and lifting him by his hips, slamming him back down again onto his cock with every thrust; setting a furious pace and hurtling Wei Ying closer to the edge.
Lean forward again, to whisper in his ear.
"Come for me, Wei Ying."
And Wei Ying would come, sobbing and desperate, light-headed; mind empty of anything other than pleasure.
Come so hard he might not even notice when his husband stilled, groaning out his own completion as he finished inside Wei Ying's ass.
Afterwards, Lan Zhan would untie him and clean him, massage all the places the ropes had bound him, and look after him; carefully and tenderly, love in every touch. He'd slip the plug back inside him, to keep his come in Wei Ying a while longer.
Stroke his hair, pet his head, drop soft kisses over his face, and whisper compliments and endearments into his ears.
Tell how good he was, how proud he'd made him.
Wei Ying would soak it all up blissfully.
Lan Zhan would stay up and look after him until he started to come back to himself. Then he'd lie down with him, wrap him up in his arms as he pulled the covers over them, and they'd cuddle together as they drifted off to sleep.
But all that would come later.
For now, there was nothing.
Nothing but the dark and the quiet and the stillness.
Just Wei Ying and the gradually increasingly pleasurable haze he floated in, kept there by the vibrator humming away inside him.
In the silence of his mind, Wei Ying drifted.
A/N: The tie I described in this is an actual Chinese Rope Bondage tie, called the "Five Flowers Tie". You can find instructions for it and see pictures of it on a site that's literally just called "chineseropeart" between the w's and the com.
And yes, I said Chinese Rope Bondage; not Shibari. I actually did a fair bit of research for this fic about Chinese Rope Bondage rather than cheating and using Shibari techniques.
(I now know a fair bit about China's underground BDSM movement.)
If anyone wants to request stories in this or any other verse I've created, just leave me a comment and I'll put something together for you.
There are already a few different stories in this verse written; the first is their getting-together fic, which is called "Pounding Madly"; I also have an anniversary fic for them called "Flirt". I'll be posting the first chapters of them in the next few days.