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Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Pairing: WangXian
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Wei Wuxian loves his husband, and he also loves his passion between the sheets.
Sometimes, however, he feels like Lan Wangji's lack of self restraint in the bedroom is preventing them from exploring more interesting and varied things. There's a limit to how many times he can enjoy being pounded for hours in the same position, after all!
One day, he decides to takes matters into his own hands.
 


 
Wei Wuxian pants harshly, unable to hold back his moans. He knows he shouldn't be this loud, that it’s late and Lan Qiren lives not that far from the Jingshi - but he can’t help himself, especially when he knows what his shamelessness will bring him.
 
And, in fact, Lan Wangji’s hands grasp his hips tighter, press him down into the hardness inside him with a strength that sends a thrill of excitement down Wei Wuxian’s spine.

“Don’t,” Lan Wangji exhales between gritted teeth, panting harshly, “Be so loud.”
 
Wei Wuxian’s only response is to moan louder. He almost wants to laugh when his husband snaps and folds him nearly in half, shutting him up with a deep kiss.
 
His sounds are swallowed with an intensity that never fails to get to him. Lan Wangji in bed is a wonder, so different from the collected picture the world gets to see and yet, at the same time, just the same man that Wei Wuxian came to love so utterly and completely. He is particularly smug that this unrestrained side of his Lan Zhan is something meant for his eyes only. He is also particularly proud of how easily he can coax it out of him.


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Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi
Pairing: NieLan
Rating: Explicit
Summary: There’s something sacred about early mornings. Nie Mingjue And Lan Xichen intend to put theirs to good use.


 
Lan Xichen in the morning is a beauty to behold.

Not that he isn’t usually, because the first jade of Lan attracts attention in any environment - but there’s something about the way the soft light gently washes over his complexion that is simply mesmerizing. Even for a man like Nie Mingjue, whose fields are not art and poetry, when Lan Xichen lazily opens his eyes and gazes up at him from his lap, he feels like the air in his lungs just vanishes.

He is softer, in a way. Less controlled, less a sect leader, and more a man. Nie Mingjue knows that Lan Xichen treasures the time that they can only share behind closed doors from the way he tries to prolong it, allowing his rules and routines to slip.

Warmth wells up in his chest at the thought.
 
“Mingjue-xiong.” Lan Xichen greets in a sweet murmur as he stretches with a grace that shouldn’t be humanly possible. Nie Mingjue can’t really help but trail his eyes down the expanse of his chest to where the loosely tied robe shows the white of his thighs. He doesn’t really have a reason to hide it either, and so he is not surprised when Lan Xichen’s lips stretch into an amused smile.


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