mini horny bunnyboy!lwj thread!

we’re going to handwave the logistics of things & say that lwj has an encounter on a night hunt that causes a transformation bc i’m lazy right now it’s also handwavey canon divergence as well... imagining that lwj and wwx aren’t together yet but wwx visits the cloud recesses.

lwj wakes up the morning after getting injured on a night hunt with a problem. he awakes quickly, cleanly, and instantly in a state of alarm. his entire body is overly warm and sensitive; his cock is full and hard between his legs, nipples tingling as they brush against the thin

fabric covering his chest.

not understanding what’s going on, lwj sits up with a groan, blankets slipping off of him as he pushes himself upright.

the movement causes fabric to slip over his dick, sending a jolt of pleasure up his spine. he can’t help but let out a whimper.

lwj’s hands form into fists at his sides, reeling as waves of arousal crash over him, sparking light in his veins and filling him to the brim with desperation for some kind of relief.

he’s never wanted to touch himself so badly in his life.

his breaths come out in little pants, chest rising and falling rapidly. without thinking, one hand unclenches and, with a whimper that resonates to his core and causes his ears to burn in embarrassment, shoves a hand between his thighs. a drawn out groan escapes him as he palms

his cock through layers of fabric.

he doesn’t have any idea what’s come over him - he’s never been this desperate, this feral with need before. it scares him a little bit, makes him wonder what’s happening to him, but all of this is overridden by his innate desire for pleasure.

any semblance of resistance to... whatever this is... melts away after he grips his cock through his clothes.

needy, desperate, unhinged, lwj turns over with a whimper, presses his face into his pillow as he starts to rock his hips, rutting into the mattress.

meanwhile, wwx is just coming out of a stupor, having spent the night poring over a new invention. he realizes the time and decides to go to the jingshi to tell lwj about it.

just as he’s about to announce his presence, he hears strange noises coming from inside. he pauses,

then calls out to lwj, asking if something is wrong. no answer except for the strange gasps and grunts that are echoing from within. concern blooms in his chest as he listens.

after calling out once again and getting no response, wwx shoves his way inside.

what he finds is not what he expected.

the righteous, elegant, taciturn man that wwx has grown to know and love is in a state of partial undress; it looks like he’d try to tear his clothing off in a hurry, but became frustrated and gave up halfway through.

blankets have spilled off the bed and onto the floor, adding to the chaos.

lwj himself is in a state of similar disarray and debauchery. his hair is loose and falling over his shoulders, skin flushed, letting out the sweetest breathless noises.

as shocking as all of this is, these things aren’t what make wwx freeze in his tracks. no, two things are responsible for that.

firstly, lwj is on his stomach, legs spread slightly with his hips rutting furiously into the bed below him, one arm stretched back so he can shove

two fingers into his hole.

secondly, in the time since wwx last saw him, lwj has sprouted two floppy bunny ears and a tail.

unthinking in his surprise, he blurts out, “lan zhan, you have ears!”

lwj whips his head around to face him, and the situation suddenly dawns on wwx.

he’s inside lwj’s space without permission, standing there in the doorway with a growing erection making a tent in his robes, witnessing lwj in this state.

he braces himself for lwj’s fury.

lwj looks at him for a long moment with hazy, wet eyes, cheeks flushed and ears burning. his pretty lips are parted ever so slightly so he can let out those breathless sounds that wwx heard from outside.

he looks at wwx, not stopping the movements of his hips.

[just realizing that i should’ve warned for a sex pollen type scenario, if that’s not your thing this is your stop to get off!!]

[oh god this was supposed to be a mini thread why am i like this]

wwx feels his soul evacuate his body when lwj looks at him with those teary, desperate eyes, hips still moving, and finally speaks to him.

“wei ying... need you,” he croaks.

wwx stares for a moment blankly, before letting out a nervous laugh, the sound high and frantic.

lwj’s eyes zero in on the bulge at his crotch, the hunger on his face deepening.

it’s not often that wwx is rendered speechless, but he doesn’t really know what to do or say. he can’t seem to catch up with the utter absurdity of his situation that seems like it was borne out of

his own self indulgent fantasies. is he sleep deprived? is he hallucinating?

then, lwj pulls his two fingers out of his hole, leaving it to flutter open and closed at the sudden emptiness. with his lips pressing into a determined line, lwj stares wwx in the face as he hitches

himself up onto his knees, knees spread, the side of his face pressed into the bed.

wwx chokes on his own breath when lwj reaches back with both hands and grips each of his cheeks, spreading and presenting himself to wwx.

“in here, wei ying.”

[pausing for now bc this got longer than i intended and i’m out of steam, but will continue soon!]