[fic] MDZS - our bodies, possessed by light

[lysapadin]

Title: our bodies, possessed by light

Characters/Pairings: Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao

Summary: Devious twink gets railed by virtuous himbo.

Notes: 1003 words. No plot, just porn.

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our bodies, possessed by light

Lan Xichen is never going to stop surprising him.

This is by no means a new conclusion on Jin Guangyao's part, but it is one that he returns to meditate on often. For instance, this: "Look at you." The voice in his ear is pitched low, intimate as a caress, a timbre that Lan Xichen reserves for his ears alone.

Jin Guangyao is looking. What he sees is a reflection in polished bronze, two bodies moving together.

Perhaps that is overstating it a bit. Lan Xichen's body frames his, larger than Jin Guangyao's own slim build in utterly delightful ways. He finds it amusing that Lan Xichen is the only person he's ever known who's never managed to make him feel small, considering this.

Lan Xichen really isn't moving much at all, save for the flex of his arms as he bounces Jin Guangyao on his cock. He has his hands on Jin Guangyao's thighs, has them pulled up and spread so wide that there's really nothing he can do but hook his linked hands behind Lan Xichen's neck and allow himself to be moved as Lan Xichen sees fit.

"Look at you, A-Yao," Lan Xichen says again.

He's trying to comply with that, he really is, but every time Lan Xichen drops him back down onto his cock it shatters his focus. The best he can manage are stolen glimpses of their reflection, pieces of the whole: the sleek ripple of Lan Xichen's biceps as he drags Jin Guangyao up the length of his cock, the scattered rosy love bites that decorate Jin Guangyao's collarbones, the way his body stretches around the thickness of Lan Xichen's cock as it splits him open, the strands of hair clinging to Lan Xichen's temples and the darkness of his eyes gleaming at Jin Guangyao from over his shoulder, the obscene bob of his cock slapping against his stomach and the splatter of his own spend from the first time Lan Xichen made him come.

Fortunately, Jin Guangyao is very good at putting the pieces of things together. These pieces form a particularly pleasing picture.

Lan Xichen shifts beneath him and drops him down again, sliding into him at a new angle, one precisely calculated to make Jin Guangyao see stars. "Er-ge!" He's not the cultivator Lan Xichen is; where Lan Xichen is breathing faster, harder, Jin Guangyao is gasping for breath. "Er-ge, please." He tangles his fingers in Lan Xichen's hair, the only leverage he currently has, but it just makes Lan Xichen laugh. With his back pressed to Lan Xichen's chest, he can feel the vibration of it rumbling between them. "Er-ge!"

"You can come again for me, can't you?" Lan Xichen's breath is hot against his ear, coaxing him. "I want to see you again."

It's not a question of whether he can so much as it is whether this is enough—though how he's going to convey that when he's all but sobbing for breath is another matter. "Please—"

Lan Xichen hums to him. The next thing he knows, he's being held steady for the way Lan Xichen is fucking up into him, short jabbing thrusts that hit the perfect spot every time, absolutely relentlessly. The sensation punches through Jin Guangyao, overwhelms him. He can hear his own voice rising in a wordless cry as he arches against Lan Xichen's body, shaking as he comes apart all over again.

Lan Xichen's voice is in his ear the whole time, praising him, a tumble of half-coherent phrases that wash over Jin Guangyao like water over a stone. They don't need to make sense as he goes lax in Lan Xichen's hands—the underlying meaning is something he already knows, the truth he holds closest and most precious.

He moans as Lan Xichen continues to move against him, sliding in and out of his ass he chases his own pleasure. Their reflection probably hasn't actually gone hazy, he muses, watching it from behind half-closed eyes. That's probably just his own lassitude keeping his eyes from focusing properly. Nevertheless, it remains a lovely sight: Lan Xichen's intent expression, his teeth set against his bottom lip until he tenses against Jin Guangyao, and then the shape his mouth makes as he gasps and tosses his head back, neck corded as he bucks against Jin Guangyao and his cock throbs inside him.

He subsides eventually and presses his forehead to Jin Guangyao's shoulder. He cups the back of Lan Xichen's head as best as he is able and makes no other move. Lan Xichen still has him splayed open and he can see the way his cock is softening and the mess that drips out of him as it slips free of his body.

Then Lan Xichen raises his head and gives him something even better to look at. No one else gets to see Lan Xichen like this, eyes soft and the curve of his mouth sweet with tenderness. Jin Guangyao turns away from their reflection so he can taste that smile for himself. As he does, Lan Xichen eases him down and gathers him into his lap, at least until Jin Guangyao turns in his arms and presses against him.

Lan Xichen laughs again as he allows himself to be toppled onto his back. "So?" he asks, splaying a hand against Jin Guangyao's back and sliding it down to cup his ass.

"A success," Jin Guangyao pronounces, making himself comfortable against Lan Xichen. He presents his bound wrists to Lan Xichen and raises his eyebrows. "Am I supposed to use my teeth to untie myself?"

The smile he gets in reply is slow and fairly wicked. Lan Xichen wraps his fingers around the Lan sect ribbon that binds Jin Guangyao's hands together but makes no move to undo it. "I'll untie it when I'm done with you."

"You are going to be the death of me," Jin Guangyao sighs, but he's smiling when he allows Lan Xichen to drag him down for another kiss.