TFOD Chapter 102

Tonight, Wei Wuxian had already made countless small, frivolous gestures towards Lan Wangji, having long grown accustomed to Lan Wangji’s “passive acceptance.” Thus, when he was suddenly grabbed and stopped, Wei Wuxian didn’t react for a moment. However, Lan Wangji said in a deep voice, “Don’t move.”

His handsome features were still dotted with tiny, transparent water droplets, even his eyelashes. His expression seemed cold, yet his gaze was burning hot.

Perhaps the wine tonight was indeed too potent, Wei Wuxian felt his head beginning to overheat.

He asked, “Don’t move? Why? You’ve let me move for so long already?”

Lan Wangji pursed his lips tightly, not saying a word. He didn’t loosen his grip on Wei Wuxian’s wrist, seemingly determined to persist.

Wei Wuxian curled up one side of his mouth, chuckling softly, “If I insist on moving, in your current state, what do you think you can do to me?”

Lan Wangji stared at him intently, his eyes seeming to spark with flames.

That face, that expression, that gaze, that situation, that person, made Wei Wuxian feel as if his entire being was ignited by a fire that made him lose all reason.

He suddenly went crazy, recklessly plunging his other hand into the water, grabbing a certain part of Lan Wangji’s body roughly, and panted, “Hanguang-Jun, don’t tell me you don’t like me touching you like this!”

As if bitten by a venomous snake, or perhaps provoked by his actions, Lan Wangji suddenly yanked, and Wei Wuxian felt a terrifying force coming at him. He was involuntarily pulled towards Lan Wangji.

Water splashed everywhere, and it was out of control.

He didn’t know who started first, but when Wei Wuxian sobered up a little, he was already sitting on Lan Wangji’s lap, embracing him, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. They were pressed tightly together, both clearly soaking wet, but all that remained in his mind was raging lust. His clarity only lasted for a moment, a faint voice in his heart telling him that it was improper and wrong to do this while Lan Wangji was drunk and unable to distinguish right from wrong. However, this voice was immediately silenced by the hurried, breathless kisses.

Wei Wuxian wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, kissing him deeply, doing whatever felt comfortable. The repeated promises he had made earlier, such as “I’ll just ask him a few questions,” “I’ll just help him wipe down,” “I won’t do anything else,” were long forgotten.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, separating his lips and scolding, “Lan Zhan! Why are you biting me again like a dog?!”

Lan Wangji responded to his ill-timed, slight dissatisfaction by biting his chin. Wei Wuxian was most afraid of this, his brow slightly furrowed, and as a retaliation, he reached down and rubbed the area he had previously teased once.

Lan Wangji’s expression changed abruptly. Wei Wuxian laughed and took a few breaths, pecking Lan Wangji’s lips, and asked, “How is it? Does it hurt? Are you angry?”

He pulled off his completely soaked top, saying, “Lan Zhan, do you know, I just love it when you’re angry…”

His tone was full of reckless excitement. Lan Wangji’s skin was burning hot, as if his whole body was on fire. He gripped Wei Wuxian’s waist tightly with one hand and slammed the other on the edge of the wooden tub. The tub instantly shattered into pieces, and the room was in complete disarray.

However, the two couldn’t care less about these insignificant matters. Lan Wangji practically lifted Wei Wuxian and tossed him onto the bed. Wei Wuxian barely propped himself up when he was immediately pressed back down by Lan Wangji. The action was fierce to the extreme, completely unlike the praised and proper Hanguang-Jun. Wei Wuxian cried out as his back hit the bed. Lan Wangji paused slightly. Wei Wuxian then whispered in his ear, “I didn’t know, you’re so fierce in bed…”

The earlobe near his lips was as white as jade. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but take a small bite, then held it and gently sucked it. The ten fingers that were gripping his shoulders suddenly tightened. The force in his hands was incredibly strong, and Wei Wuxian was immediately pinched, making him hiss. He turned his head to look at his shoulder and saw five bright red finger marks. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji’s hand was already reaching for Wei Wuxian’s waist.

Wei Wuxian deliberately teased him, slapping his hand away and laughing, “So impatient?”

He said this as he wedged a knee between the other man’s legs and bumped him. Lan Wangji’s eyes seemed to be filled with blood, slightly reddened. Wei Wuxian said, “It’s not like I won’t take them off, I’ll do it myself.”

As he said this, he swiftly tore his lower clothing in two, naked as the day he was born, and embraced Lan Wangji’s firm shoulders and back, pulling him down to him.

Both of them were naked, their skin rubbing against each other, kissing passionately. Wei Wuxian’s left hand pressed on the back of Lan Wangji’s neck, not allowing even the slightest gap, biting and nibbling at his lips, swallowing his breath and saliva. His right hand traced the beautiful and powerful lines of Lan Wangji’s back, touching the slightly uneven scars of the discipline whip, and stroking them gently.

Lan Wangji’s actions were even more blatant. His long, slender, and pale hands wandered over Wei Wuxian’s body, finally lingering greedily around his waist and hips. Wei Wuxian was turned over and teased by these hands, but the person who was playing him was not displaying the same elegant and aloof demeanor he had when playing his guqin. What Wei Wuxian was emitting was not a cold and pure sound, but a wanton moan.

At first, Wei Wuxian was enjoying it, but after a while, he felt his sensitive skin near the root of his thighs being kneaded forcefully by Lan Wangji. That area was sensitive, and Lan Wangji’s strength was frightening. In no time, he was feeling itchy, painful, numb, and tingling all over. He took a breath and moved away from Lan Wangji’s red, swollen lips, and jokingly moved away the hand that was anything but gentlemanly. He still had the energy to tease, “I didn’t expect that after Hanguang-Jun takes off his clothes, he’d be so wild. He’s really not as proper as they say… Ah!”

Lan Wangji pinched his chest harshly. Wei Wuxian’s body shrank, avoiding him repeatedly. Lan Wangji made a sound that seemed very dangerous. Wei Wuxian quickly said, “Okay, okay, don’t do that, you can pinch me.” He then guided Lan Wangji’s hand down to his own body, laughing, “You can pinch wherever you want.”

In his daze, Wei Wuxian felt like he was naturally skilled in these indecent matters.

[A small crab crawls by]

Lan Wangji’s warm body lay on top of Wei Wuxian, his head buried in his chest. Wei Wuxian was exhausted, his body limp from his fingertips to the top of his head, and he didn’t even want to curl his fingers. After a long while, the intense, hot sensations finally subsided, and his breathing gradually returned to normal.

He was being heavily pressed down, but his heart was incredibly calm and fulfilled. He lowered his head, kissing Lan Wangji’s hair gently. In the air that surrounded them, apart from the faint scent of sandalwood, there was also a fresh scent of soapberry from his recent bath. The ambiguous musky scent was not as prominent.

Wei Wuxian originally had something he wanted to ask Lan Wangji, but at this moment, he felt there was no need to ask anymore, he could just say it himself.

Wei Wuxian whispered, “Lan Zhan…are you listening?”

After a moment, Lan Wangji responded with a soft, “Mm.”

Wei Wuxian said, “I have something to tell you.”

After a pause, he said softly in a barely audible voice, “Thank you, Lan Zhan. I…”

If he hadn’t met Lan Wangji after his return, Wei Wuxian didn’t know what he would be like now.

But no matter what, he felt that he could not be any better than he was now.

However, upon hearing this sentence, Lan Wangji instantly stiffened.

Wei Wuxian, still unaware, was about to kiss him and continue speaking, but Lan Wangji suddenly pushed him away, sitting up.

Caught off guard, Wei Wuxian was pushed to the other side of the bed, his back hitting with a muffled thud. He sat there dazedly, his eyes wide. Lan Wangji, on the other hand, was looking down, his chest gently rising and falling, his breathing slightly rapid.

The two sat in silence for a long while, before Lan Wangji was the first to move.

His face was very pale, but his eyes were clear and bright. He picked up a white robe from the ground, first covering Wei Wuxian with it, and then went to find his own clothes to wear.

Wei Wuxian simply couldn’t believe what had just happened.

He felt as if he had had a nightmare within a tender, romantic dream, and a bucket of cold water was thrown on him, making him feel cold from head to toe. It was also as if he had been slapped heavily, making his ears ring, his heart palpitate, his vision spin, and he couldn’t react for a long time. When he finally managed to speak, even his voice was hoarse.

Wei Wuxian said, “…Lan Zhan, you’re sober?”

Lan Wangji had already finished dressing. He was sitting far away on the edge of the bed, his right hand wiping his forehead. He turned around, facing the mess in the room, his back to Wei Wuxian. After a while, he said in a low voice, “…Mm.”

Although Wei Wuxian didn’t know exactly when he had sobered up, there was one thing he was sure of.

Since Lan Wangji was reacting this way now that he was sober, it meant that he did not want to continue what had happened earlier.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian realized what was going on.

He finally realized how terrible his actions had been.