thinkin bout wwx having a mild obsession with lwj's hands

It starts really small. Lwj is peeling loquats and wwx is thinking about the tiny rounded shape of his nails. How clean they are, never underlined with dirt or stained from fruit. The more he looks, the more details he notices.

How the bones ring out against the skin when lwj holds his ink brush for writing, how they roll with the flex of his grip like steady waves in the tide. It's not /weird/. Wwx just can't help looking at them, now that he's noticed them.

He knows that the pads of lwj's fingers are calloused, but he reaches out to feel them anyway. They're shiny and weathered like tough varnish. The rest of his fingers and his palm are soft and pale. Wwx presses a kiss to the centre of his palm, to know how it feels under his lips

Wwx likes how they look when lwj grips his sword. The fingers stacked in a hard row, the tendons of his wrist sticking out with fierce sinew as he guides his sword in neat, powerful arcs. Wwx has seen those hands fell armies.

Wwx likes how they look on the guqin too, long and elegant and skilled. The refinement is mesmerizing to watch. It's like seeing art come alive, lwj kneading it into shape with each pluck and press of a string. Wwx has to wind their fingers together, to know how that feels too

He memorises how those fine bones knit themselves around his own coarse, grubby fingers, and sighs at the feeling. He might be making it a little bit weird now, maybe. But wwx can't help it. Lwj's hands are /beautiful/. He could watch them in motion all day and not get bored

He's particularly interested in lwj's thumb joint. It's hypnotic, the way it spirals as lwj rubs affectionate circles into the back of wwx's hand. Them dip and bend of the joint under his skin is like a pendulum, swinging back and forth in deft, perfect movements.

Wwx doesn't know what's gotten into him. He's hand these fingers inside him, he should know how they feel.

Oh.

He pauses, just to think about it once more.

He's had these gorgeous fingers /inside/ him.

And he wasn't even paying enough attention to watch them.

Wwx has to know, /needs/ to know, how those hands look on his body. He wants to watch how they move over, around, inside him.

"You're staring," lwj says, not looking up from his bowl of rice.

Wwx was indeed staring at the fine motions of lwj using his chopsticks.

"Am I?"

Lwj puts his rice down, settling the chopsticks across the top. A true tragedy.

"You've been staring," lwj notes.

Wwx hums. "Ah, don't mind me, Lan Zhan. I'm just thinking..."

Lwj waits, forever patient.

"About?"

"Ah-"

Wwx drops his gaze from lwj's face, only to realise his eyes have automatically settled on lwj's hands folded neatly in his lap. Even like this, they're something to look at. Smooth, unblemished skin, underscored with the faint blue of his veins.

It feels a little silly to say out loud. He knows if he really didn't want to talk about it, lwj won't press him, but that would be no good. Lwj deserves to know how much wwx appreciates every part of him.

Wwx still can't lift his gaze, but he mumbles, "... I like your hands."

He doesn't need to look up to know that lwj is blinking in surprise, the silence is enough.

After a moment, he asks, "My hands?"

Wwx nods, finally looking up. Lwj lifts one hand, looking at it curiously.

"I like your hands very much," wwx decides.

Lwj looks at him for another moment before moving around the low table. Wwx watches him approaching carefully, moving slowly as if trying not to startle. When lwj is finally kneeling in front of him, he lifts his hand again, in offering.

Wwx looks at it before understanding. Gently, he takes lwj's hand in both of his, running his fingers across the dips and lines of lwj's palm. He's so soft here, the plush pad of his knuckles dipping when wwx presses on it.

Wwx runs his fingers all the way up to lwj's wrist, tracing the rows of tendons rising under his skin, pale and perfect. He turns lwj's hand over, tracking the fine bones that run tight, straight lines up to the peaks of lwj's knuckles. How they're flushed a delicate pink there

he skates the long length of the underside of lwj's fingers with his own, and lwj lets out a surprising shiver of a sigh. When wwx's gaze snaps up, lwj laces their fingers together.

"Wei Ying," he breathes and lifts his other hand to wwx's face.

Ah. So this is what lwj's fingers feel like over his skin. The pad of lwj's thumb grazes under wwx's eye, his cheekbone, his chin, before finally skimming his bottom lip. Wwx's lips part on instinct. Lwj looks at him for a heavy moment before pressing his thumb into wwx's mouth

A moan slips out of wwx's mouth. /Around/ lwj's thumb, wwx realises, and his breathing hitches. Lwj is watching him, eyes darkening by the second as he gently presses down on wwx's tongue. Wwx feels wire-taut. The weight of lwj's gaze is a physical thing as he starts to rub-

slow, tantalizing circles over wwx's tongue.
Wwx shifts where he's knelt. He was already half hard when lwj had touched his lips. Now, his cock is straining against the fabric of his trousers and he can barely keep still. The slow deluge of sensation over his tongue is maddening

He glances down at lwj's fingers woven around his own, strong and stunning and holding him too tight for wwx to ever try and get away. The thought makes wwx feel dizzy, and his breathing picks up as a full body tremor goes through him.

/"Wei Ying."/ lwj's voice is strained

Wwx looks up, makes eye contact with lwj, and sucks the thumb deeper into his mouth. Lwj makes a noise not unlike a growl and presses down once, /hard/, on wwx's tongue before pulling it from between his lips. Wwx lets out a whine, but lwj shushes him, drawing him in for a kiss

It's messy, lwj's tongue fucking into wwx's mouth, like he's trying to stamp himself there. Wwx tries to pull away but lwj holds him in place, one hand firmly gripping the back of his neck, a few of his fingers tugging at wwx's hair.

It makes wwx feel floaty and loose. Lwj's other hand still linked with his own acts as a tether, and wwx clasps it tightly to keep himself from drifting away.
When lwj is finished with his mouth, he moves onto wwx's neck.

"Lan Zhan," wwx whispers shakily. "Lan Zhan, the bed."

Lwj pulls back just enough to look at him. His gaze is all kinds of dangerous, and his fingers twist more surely into wwx's hair, pulling his head back and making wwx gasp.
Wwx wants to know what lwjs hands look like that way, tendons flexing as he grips wwx's hair by the roots

"No," lwj growls, unlacing their fingers so he can circle his hold around wwx's wrist.

Wwx gazes at the breadth of his grasp. How lwj's elegant fingers reach all the way around his wrist and then some. How his bones press up against the skin as he tightens his grip.

Lwj tugs wwx's head back so far that his back bends almost to the point of pain. With his other hand, he presses wwx's wrist up, until wwx has no choice but to collapse backwards onto the floor of the jingshi with a groan, lwj kneeing his legs apart to settle between them.

That's when wwx realises.

Lwj is going to use those strong, beautiful hands to pin him down and fuck him right here on the floor.

((I will continue this!))

"Lan Zhan," wwx gasps as lwj settles on top of him.

Lwj releases wwx's hair, lifting his wrist to pins both of wwx's together in one hand. Wwx tilts his head back far enough too look at it and gasps at the muscles rippling along lwj's forearm as he squeezes his grip tighter.

Lwj takes the opportunity to bruise a row of kisses down wwx's exposed throat, pausing to suck at the sensitive skin under wwx's ear. He presses his weight down when wwx squirms, hooking his free hand under wwx's knee and pushing it up so he can grind their hips together.

Wwx's breath is coming in short, tight little bursts. He pulls at the clasp on his wrists experimentally to absolutely no gain. Fighting the hold on his leg is even less of a battle. A deep, tremulous thrill runs through as wwx realises he is well and truly immobilised.

Lwj's weight pinning him to the floor, his beautiful, able hands holding wwx exactly where he wants him. Wwx chokes out a moan at the shiver that shakes his bones and cants his hips forward. Lwj pulls away from his neck and looks down.

Carefully, glancing up to makes sure wwx is watching, lwj releases the grip he has on wwx's leg to trail his graceful fingers along the seam of wwx's belt. Wwx holds his breath as he watches lwj, with concise, dexterous movements, untie the sash from his waist.

Wwx really could watch those hands all day. The way the bone and muscle works beneath the skin in perfect harmony, like notes in a song, all working in tandem.
Lwj tosses the belt into one corner of the room. He looks up at wwx again as he hooks a finger beneath his robe & pulls

He makes slow work of unfolding the panels of wwx's robes. It's both a blessing and a curse; wwx gets to watch in minute detail exactly how those hands look as they undress him. But he's also so hard that his blood is threatening to evaporate so. Swings and roundabouts.

When wwx's torso is finally laid bare, lwj pauses to flatten his hand against wwx's taut abdomen. Wwx sighs shakily at the sight.
Lwj's hand is big enough to nearly span his stomach, fingers reaching almost to the edges of him.

"Holy shit," wwx whispers. Lwj looks up sharply

((we'll continue tomorrow! Sorry, I ran out of steam >_<))

Wwx tears his eyes away from lwj's hand spanning his stomach and oh.

Lwj is fucking /smirking/.

He holds wwx's gaze as he flattens his palm against wwx's abdomen and /presses/, holding wwx firmly in place. It only makes him want to squirm more but lwj doesn't let up.

He dips his thumb into the loop of wwx's trousers, pulling the drawstring loose. Only then does he relent his heavy press on wwx's belly, in favour of tugging his trousers down. He doesn't pull them very far, just enough for wwx's cock to spring free, hard and flushed already.

Wwx whines as lwj drags the backs of two fingers up the underside. It's just barely a touch but it's enough to make wwx's toes curl.

"Lan Zhan," wwx gasps rutting up into the touch.

Lwj doesn't even bother to look up. He just spits into his perfect palm and grabs wwx's length

Wwx jerks, the sudden sensation leaping through his body like electricity, but lwj keeps going.

On a particularly cruel twist, wwx throws his head back, only to see his wrists still held firm inl wj's grip.

"Lie still," lwj says, his voice rich with command.

Wwx whimpers but does his best to obey. He loves it when lwj is like this, all hot and bossy. Lwj so rarely asks for anything for himself. Wwx loves when he /takes/ it, bends wwx to his will until he's done with him. Wwx still can't help the tremors that go through him though

The shaking of his muscles as his body craves response but his mind firmly tells him to behave.

After a while it becomes clear that proper lubricant is needed, the dry slide airing on the more painful side of roughness. Lwj stops when wwx lets out a sharp hiss, looking concerned

He glances up at wwx's wrists still in his grip, reluctant to let go. After a moment, he leans over wwx, supporting his weight on one elbow as he drops a filthy kiss to his mouth.
Wwx opens up for him easily, letting lwj take his fill, tongues sliding over each other.

Lwj pulls back, a string of saliva hanging between their mouths. With dark eyes, he squeezes wwx's wrists firmly in warning.

"Stay."

With that, he rises and crosses the room to fish the little bottle of oil they keep out of the bedside table.

Wwx watches him, keeping his hands above his head as he was told. There's nothing he'd love more than to take lwj's clothes of for him. Of maybe watch lwj take them off himself, so that wwx can marvel at how his hands work like fine machinery. Lwj returns, bottle in hand.

He places it on the low dining table, looking at wwx as he slowly unties his belt. It's thrown in the corner alongside wwx's with no thought to propriety. His top robe is next, shed with quick, deft movements. Lwj doesn't even bother to fold it, which wwx loves readily.

Lwj strips all the way down to his inner robe before he picks to bottle up again. By the time he's coated his hands with oil, wwx is squirming against the hard floor, hands bunching by his ear as his cock leaks angrily at his hip.

"Lan Zhan, please," he whispers.

"Lie still," lwj tells him.

It's all the warning wwx gets as lwj circles the pad of one finger around his hole. Wwx bites his lip only to hear lwj tut which is... /yeah/. Lwj lifts one thumb to wwxs bottom lip, pressing until he releases it, smearing some of the oil at his mouth

"I want to hear you," lwj insists in that hot, strong tone of his that brokers no argument.

Wwx surrenders his lip from between his teeth and is rewarded with the swipe of lwj's thumb against his tongue. It distracts him enough that he gasps when lwj presses one finger inside

Wwx clamps down on his lip again and then immediately releases it, glancing up to see if lwj noticed his slip. If he did, he doesn't mind; lwj is watching wwx appraisingly, moving his finger in slow, agonizing presses.
Wwx is loose; they have a lot of sex so prep is often quick.

"More," wwx urges. "I can take more."

"You'll take what I give you," lwj retorts, and presses particularly hard against that tight bundle of nerves inside wwx.

With only one finger, the effect is torturous. It's enough for the sensation but the pleasure is a drip-feed.

Wwx hides his whimpering against his arm, hands still obediently above his head.

"Wei Ying," lwj says, and wwx feels the slight stretch of another finger being added. "Wei Ying, look."

Wwx lifts his head to see lwj watching his reactions carefully, eyes gold in the candlelight

"Watch," lwj orders and looks down.

Wwx follows his gaze to see lwj's long, tapered fingers disappearing inside him. Oh. Lwj is giving him exactly what he wanted. He can see the flex and give of lwj's tendons poking neat lines out against the skin of his wrist

The rippling of muscles in his forearm as he fucks wwx with his fingers. Wwx must make some kind of noise bc lwj is smirking again. He adds a third finger, gripping wwx's hip to hold him in place as wwx twists violently.

"Behave," lwj says threateningly, stilling his hand.

"Lan Zhan. Er-gege," wwx pants. "You are being so mean to your husband."

Lwj hums. "My husband said he liked my hands."

"When you use them properly!" wwx snaps.

That earns him a slap to his inner thigh that has him tensing hard around the fingers inside him. with a yelp.

"Breathe," lwj murmurs, and it's only then that wwx realises he's holding his breath tight inside his chest.

He looks up again and /fuck/. A red mark in the shape of lwj's big hand is rising on his thigh. Wwx sucks in a breath at the sight. Lwj quirks on eyebrow, amused and oh-

Wwx loves LOVES /loves/ him. He loves this side of lwj that no one else gets to see. When he's commanding and /mean/ and unapologetic.

"Sorry," wwx gasps out.

Lwj nods, gracing him with a pleased smile. "Good boy."

He starts working his fingers again, brushing wwx's prostate on every thrust, the bastard. Wwx is losing coherency by the second, his mind unravelling in one long line of thread that just reads "LanZhanLanZhanLanZhan"

Lwj slows when he starts squirming. Speeds up when he quiets.

Until wwx is nothing but a babbling puddle on the floor, his eyes still trained on the push and pull of lwj's fingers, the flow of muscles in his wrist.

"Please please please," wwx chants like a prayer.

"Please what?" lwj demands.

"Er-gege, please touch me. I've been good."

Lwj slows a little, and wwx whines, pushing his hips down to try and force lwj's fingers deeper.

"What if I don't want to?" lwj asks seriously. "What if I want you to come like this?"

"Lan Zhaaaan," wwx wails. "So cruel."

He didn't mean it as a challenge, but lwj gets this devilish glint in his eye and drags his teeth over the scarlet handprint he's left on wwx's inner thigh, scraping over the hot sensitive flesh. Wwx trembles all the way through his body.

"Please, gege," wwx begs. "I've been so good. I didn't even drop my hands no matter how much I wanted to touch you. And I wanted to touch you /very/ much."

Lwj licks a stripe over the path his teeth left before looking up.

"Yes," he agrees. "Wei Ying is very good."

And with that statement, he takes wwx in hand just as he starts moving his fingers again. Wwx seizes, his back bowing as he grits his teeth. He can't tear his eyes away from lwj's hands, one working him from the inside, the other wrapped around his cock, fingers stacked tight and

shiny with oil, knuckles pink and mounting sharp peaks along his skin. Wwx moans long and low, and lwj must have perfect aim bc he nails wwx's prostate at the same time he twists his wrist and wwx comes so hard it almost hurts.
Lwj works him through is, hands not letting up.

He barely slows, even when wwx starts twitching feverishly from the overstimulation.

"Lan Zhan! Lan-er-gege, enough! That's enough!"

Lwj hums, slowing to a stop.

"Wei Ying says he wants more and then wants me to stop," he muses. "Confusing."

Wwx can't help but laugh, the sound bubbly out of him. He's still pretty giddy from orgasm.

"Who are you?" he demands. "Where has my husband gone?"

Lwj grips his hip posessively, looping his arm under the small of wwx's back.

"Your husband is right here."

He hauls wwx into his lap, sitting back on his heels so wwx can straddle his thighs, demonstrating the notorious Lan arm strength in all it's glory. Bc deep down, wwx knows lwj is a bit of a show-off.

"Oooh, so strong!" he coos, playing along. "I've married a mountain of a man."

Lwj smirks the exact way wwx loves, and wwx buries his face in lwj's neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses along his throat. He can feel lwj gently rocking up into him and-
Yes, that is definitely lwj's cock pushing hard and heavy into his hip.

"Er-gege," wwx purrs, sitting up.

"Something I can help you with, hm?"

Lwj watches him, gaze weighted and shining as wwx undoes his inner robe, pushing his waistband down so lwj's cock can spring free. He's already dripping precome, shiny at the head and flushed so angrily it's almost purple.

"Aw. Does it hurt, Lan-er-gege?" wwx teases. "Want me to kiss it better?"

He moves to shuffle out of lwj's lap, already bending at the waist when lwj stops him with a hand to his shoulder.

"No," he murmurs and takes one of wwx's hands in his, guiding it to his cock.

At first wwx thinks lwj is just going to push himself into wwx's palm and leave him to do the rest. But once he's placed wwx's hand on his cock, he wraps his own hand round them both. Wwx gasps; Lwj's hand is big enough to cover his, fingers wrapping all the way around both.

"Like this," lwj whispers.

He squeezes his hand around wwx's hand and his cock and guides wwx, sliding their combined grip up and down his length.

"Lan Zhan," wwx whispers in complete awe.

"You said," lwj says, his breath deepening. "That you liked my hands."

Wwx lifts lwj's free hand from his waist, placing it around his cheek and pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Your hands are beautiful," he whispers. "I like how they look around your cock."

Lwj's breath hitches, his chest contracting as he stares at wwx, lips parted and shiny red.

Wwx continues, "I like how they look around mine. How your fingers look inside me."

A soft noise slips out of lwj's mouth. His eyes are dark and lidded, little pants escaping between his lips. He's flush from his ears all the way down to his sternum.

Wwx grabs lwj's hair at the roots, tipping his head back so his mouth opens a little further, freeing more quiet moans from his lips.

"Er-gege has such exquisite fingers," wwx murmurs. "I could watch you play your guqin all day knowing those fingers have been inside me."

Lwj releases a broken sound at that, his eyelashes fluttering. The fingers around wwx's grip tremble and wwx takes over, setting a faster pace as lwj's body shakes beneath him.

Wwx places a kiss below his ear, whispering, "Could watch your sword forms knowing you use that strength to pin me down and fuck me in the evenings."

"Wei Ying." Lwj says his name like something coarse and holy. A desperate prayer.

"Look, Lan Zhan," wwx says releasing lwjs hair

He drops his gaze down to where they're both working lwj's cock, weeping and slick between them.

He waits for lwj to look as well before he says, "Look how well we go together."

/"Wei Ying,"/ lwj whimpers and it's the hottest thing wwx has ever heard.

He gets ahold of lwj's hair again, tugging his head back so he can watch lwj's face as he squeezes his cock. Lwj makes a choked noise, the sound of it sharp and hitting every corner of the jingshi.

"What if I want you to come like this, hm?" wwx teases.

He knows he's being a brat, but lwj doesn't look in much position to argue. Back arched, a sheen of sweat across his skin, held in place by wwx's grip in his hair. Wwx gives it another little tug so that lwj opens his eyes.

They lock gazes and wwx says, "Come like this."

Lwj goes suddenly, startlingly still, his whole body locking up as he comes hard over both of their knuckles, spilling all the way up wwx's torso. A deep moan shudders out his mouth, and wwx watches every detail; the way his throat works around breath that won't come,

the crease that pinches between his brows, the fluttering grip around wwx's hand as he cruelly swipes a thumb over the head. Lwj's whole body goes tense in one long arc, and then slowly slackens, his muscles loosening with the release.

Wwx slips his hold from lwj's hair and lets him slump forward, head bowed. Lwj grunts, a spectacularly unrefined sound as wwx swipes his thumb over the head again.

"Who's cruel now?" lwj quips, and wwx chuckles.

He carefully unwinds lwjs fingers from around his own-

slick and painted with cum.

"Even like this, you have the prettiest hands," wwx mutters, lifting lwj's knuckles to his mouth.

Lwj watches him hungrily as wwx licks the spend off lwj's hand, dipping his tongue between the fingers and running it all the way up to his wrist.

Lwj gently pulls his hand free from wwxs grip. He thumbs at some of the cum spattered up wwxs torso and holds his gaze as lwj presses it between his own lips. Wwx lets out a soft gasp and lwj leans forward to kiss him hot and open mouthed. Wwx can taste lwj on both their tongues.

They kiss until wwx's knees start to ache from where he's straddling lwj against the floor. Lwj nips at the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, making wwx chuckle as he sets about extracting himself.

"We've made such a mess," wwx remarks, eyes on the drying cum on his chest.

"And we didn't even finish dinner."

Lwj catches wwx by the wrist before he can step away. Wwx pauses, glancing down at him and those perfect fingers holding him fast.

Lwj's ears are a beautiful petal pink, but he looks wwx in the eyes as he says, "Me too."

"Hm?"

Wwx loves this side of lwj too. The side that has no right being so bashful after he's dragged his tongue over wwx's inner thigh and called him a good boy. The side that perseveres over his shyness.

Lwj's ears are turning redder still. "I like Wei Ying's hands, too."

Wwx smiles at him, working his wrist out of lwj's hold so he can lace their fingers together.

"I should hope so," he grins. "They are rather talented. Would you like me to show you?"

Lwj looks a little manic for a second, but then he rights himself, sitting up straight.

"We should clean up first."

Wwx pouts. "Lan Zhan, you're truly mean."

Lwj rises, ignoring him save for the solitary kiss he presses to wwx's knuckles.

"Clean up first. Then Wei Ying can show me as many times as he likes."

Wwx has never cleaned a table so fast in his damn life

FIN

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