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i am back with more wangxian porn and this one has been sitting in my wip folder for a few months bc i hated it for a while LMAO

anyway this is just wwx causing trouble, being horny, making lwj horny, ect ect

content warnings: exhibitionism, semipublic sex, rough sex, cock warming

this is on my ao3 here, as always

The day seems to be like any other. Lan Wangji reflects on this as he calmly turns another page in his book.

The sun, gentle as it comes through breaks of the streaking clouds overhead, the birds singing softly in the trees. There is a quiet wind that brings coolness from the top of the mountain, every now and then shifting talismans and bells that hang from outside bannisters.

It is quiet, but there is still noise.

This same principle applied to his morning. Where he woke with the rise of the sun, exactly on time, and enjoyed the daily luxury of turning his head to find his husband sprawled out beside him, halfway squirmed out of his robes and tangled in sheets, breathing quietly against Lan Wangji’s chest.

Wei Ying does not stir from sleep when he is kissed good morning, nor when he is taken into the bath. Only when fingers comb through his hair does his Wei Ying open one eye, smile sleepily, mutter under his breath, and fall back asleep.

It is almost a ritual at this point, one that Lan Wangji enjoys each and every morning. One might consider it troublesome but being able to pamper his spoiled husband makes him immeasurably happy. Lan Wangji has never once felt burdened by taking care of Wei Ying.

Yes, his mornings have become longer since and he has had to cut other morning activities for himself shorter, but he is all the better for it, having someone so devoted to him. And most importantly of all, he is always on time for class.

Lan Wangji flips another page in his book, barely a rustle in the otherwise soundless room. Junior disciples are lined out in front of him, all at their own desks, hands busy in scripting black ink on their pages. Today is a day for learning by practice. Essays are due at the end of the week and Lan Wangji has designated today and tomorrow for the disciples to get started and draft their papers.

Another page turns in his hands, fingers gentle on the edge of the thin paper. As he settles the page in, flattened by his thumb along the bottom, pressed down into place, Lan Wangji tracks his eyes across the room.

Each disciple is turned down to their desk, some with focused eyes and others writing slower, looking dull, bored, but continuing anyway. Lan Wangji’s eyes linger on Lan Sizhui, watching the elegant control of his fingers and wrist on the brush, his relaxed but proper posture. Lan Wangi’s chest fills with gentle warmth, the same feeling he gets watching his husband.

He is about to turn his attention away from his son and back down to his book in hand, when motion at the back of the classroom calls to him. A flurry of black and red in an abundance of ivory.

He is greeted by the mischievous smile of his beloved, Wei Wuxian with his hands clasped behind his back, robes swishing by his feet as he takes quiet strides down the middle isle of the classroom. Wei Wuxian calmly looks over a few papers in his journey, brief glances as he passes, but it still garners him attention. Something Lan Wangji has no doubt Wei Ying enjoys very much.

Wei Wuxian lingers at Sizhui’s desk, reading the lines of words with purpose and only moving away when Sizhui glances over at him and smiles softly. Lan Wangji knows all of the man’s tells, and the twitch in his fingers betrays his longing to pat the boy on the head. Wei Wuxian’s eyes suddenly turn on him, and his walking is continued.

There once was a time that he would have had a heart attack seeing Wei Wuxian take his steps up onto the platform and make his way behind the teacher’s desk, but now, Lan Wangji can feel that nagging impatience to have Wei Wuxian in his arms and the slow way the man walks around the long table is close to torturous.

Wei Wuxian doesn’t immediately take his seat next to him, instead he stands and surveys the book Lan Wangji is holding in the same manner he had done with the disciple’s essays, hands carefully folded behind his back and a slight tip of his chin.

Lan Wangi looks up at his husband, a little suspicious, but mostly happy to see him. His tone is calm, a whisper when he greets him, “Wei Ying”

And a small smile quirks at Wei Wuxian’s lips. He bends down, a gentle hand on Lan Wangji’s shoulder as he leans in and kisses the top of his ear, “my Lan Zhan” he whispers in greeting, sending heat throughout his body. Lan Wangji doesn't think to look across the classroom to see if anyone is watching because at the moment he does not care, only having eyes for his lover, having come all the way out here to see him!

Wei Wuxian continues to smile, pleasant and quite obviously up to something now that Lan Wangji can see him up close, the very faint flush of his skin, the way his eyes are dark. Wei Wuxian does not give him much time to ponder, as he gingerly pushes Lan Wangji’s book onto the desk and slides into his lap, causing a soft rustle in the front of the room as he collects loose papers, a brush, and ink into his reach.

Lan Wangji’s hands settle on his husband’s hips, finally getting a look of the room where a few disciples, very few newer students, are still openly staring, almost in disbelief. Wei Wuxian continues on like there is nothing wrong, like he isn’t being shamelessly touchy in front of all his students. He begins to squirm, rustle his robes out from under himself in Lan Wangji’s lap, and all it takes is a sharp glance at those curious eyes for the disciples to turn their attention back to their own desks.

The shifting around continues and it has gone on just long enough for Lan Wagji to frown, trying to lean back and see what the matter is with his husband and his lap. Wei Wuxian often does not take this long to settle and he suspects it is because of the strange way he is sitting, back to chest instead of sideways as he most often will do.

It’s a preferred position for them both, regardless of their company, so that Wei Wuxian can loop an arm around straight shoulders and whisper things into his ear, play with his hair, the end of his forehead ribbon, smile and laugh for Lan Wangji to see.

It’s almost a loss. Not that Lan Wangji doesn’t like seeing Wei Wuxian from behind. All parts of him are enjoyable. And he can pick up a lot of what Wei Wuxian has been up to since he was left cleaned up and dressed in bed this morning before Lan Wangji left.

The high-tied ponytail is a bit messy, either from wind or something else, Lan Wangji can’t quite determine. There are a few shorter hairs curled at the top of his neck where they can’t be held within the ribbon. The collar of his robes are not straight or laying flat as the Lan robes do, tied and tucked perfectly into place. Wei Wuxian’s robes have been loosed, obviously tugged away from his neck a few times and then attempted to be smoothed again, probably before making his way inside here.

Observations don’t get far when Lan Wangji feels fingers between his legs, groping at his thighs and then against his cock. He almost jumps, barely containing it as he looks down, a reprimand on the tip of his tongue. Wei Wuxian’s black robes are bunched up near his stomach, hiding the wandering hand that is sweeping it’s way between and under Lan Wangji’s own robes.

His heart begins to race, anxious and excited at what Wei Wuxian could possibly be up to. However, the more he squirms and pulls their robes around, the more Lan Wangji starts getting an idea of what’s going on. What Wei Wuxian exactly intends to do. His hands grab at Wei Wuxian’s waist, ready to sit him forward, out of range, a lecture conjured in his mind of being inappropriate.

An obscene sigh drips from Wei Wuxian’s mouth when he settles down completely to the hilt and Lan Wangji has to struggle to not make some sort of noise himself. Wei Wuxian is ridiculously tight and hot and not moving. Somehow the stillness makes this worse, having to endure the soft twitching of his walls around his cock from base to tip. He hesitates to call it a feat, Wei Wuxian being able to take his still hardening length without problem that is.

Lan Wangji grabs him at the hips, fingers digging in and clutching at Wei Wuxian’s carefully draped robes. He’s caught up in his own mind, trying to breathe and calm himself, before he realizes that Wei Wuxian had been softly calling to him. And by the tone of his voice, the way in which he said Lan Wangji’s name, he had been trying for a few times without luck.

When he opens his eyes and picks up his head to see what more Wei Wuxian could possibly want to torture him with, he is met with the soft pages of his book, held out to him in delicate fingers.

“My apologies for disrupting your reading, Hanguang Jun, here you are,” he whispers like he’s sharing a secret, a salacious grin curving his lips.

Embarrassment heats his face when he realizes that Wei Wuxian intends to stay seated there on his cock longer than a few seconds. For a moment he thinks about his class which lasts three more hours, after which each disciple will come up to this very table to turn in their papers.

Lan Wangji’s cock twitches at the idea of him still being in this position when that happens, the both of them having to pretend that nothing is awry, and Lan Wangji will have to answer lingering questions with heat thrumming through his veins and his cock deep inside of his husband.

Don’t play around, he thinks. This is hardly the place for such actions, and yet, Lan Wangji finds his mouth closed, still yet to tell Wei Wuxian to get off his lap and sit still and be good. Why should he? Wei Ying has obviously made such trouble to come out here to visit. Why not let him be for a few more minutes? There is no trouble if he holds still. Lan Wangji tells himself he will tell Wei Wuxian to move before this class is over.

There’s something exciting about having Wei Wuxian like this, too. Somehow, despite all of his “proper” upbringing and discipline, he can’t deny that this excites him. Thinking of someone catching on to what they’re up to, imagining what would happen if someone were to see, it just makes Lan Wangji harder.

The heat around his cock suddenly squeezes tighter for a moment and Lan Wangji blinks himself out of his thoughts, looking at the back of Wei Wuxian’s head to figure out what he’s doing. He can see the subtle press of his lips together before he bites on his bottom lip, presses it between his teeth a few times and lets go to purse his lips back together again before he glances over his shoulder. There’s an excited glimmer in his eyes, a brush of pink high on his cheeks.

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flit down, looking at Lan Wangji’s mouth, and then he turns back down to what he was doing on the desk.

It makes Lan Wangji hungry and frustrated, wondering what that subtle thing was before he realizes he’s been holding Wei Wuxian’s waist tighter and tighter, fingers no doubt wrinkling the dark robes and leaving marks on the skin hidden under it. He can feel the excited twitch of his cock before Wei Wuxian clenches around him again, hips rocking side to side once and then becoming still again.

Indeed, Wei Wuxian stays there for the rest of class time. An entire three hours Lan Wangji’s cock stays warm and wet and eventually softening as Wei Wuxian busies himself with only moving his hands. The lack of stimulation ebbs away the excited nerves and soon Lan Wangji is also busy picking back up where he left off in his book.

The rest of class time goes pretty quietly from there. There’s no questions from the juniors, Wei Wuxian is actually good and stays still, and Lan Wangji reaches the end of his book. It’s perfect. Lan Wangji can feel the hot ache in his hips, the desire to throw his book away and drill up into Wei Wuxian and make him scream.

Wei Wuxian picks his head up when he hears the small, short groan from behind him. It’s obvious a few of the other disciples in the front row also hear it, pens hesitating in their hands, a glance or two up to the front of the room. Lan Wangji never makes noise unless he’s gathering their attention.

A brisk clap startles the rest of everyone to look up, all eyes on the front of the room, and Lan Wangji straightens up. He’d not even been aware he had dropped his posture, curving into Wei Ying’s back. Wei Wuxian puts an elbow up on the table, smiling out at the classroom as he points at the juniors with his brush.

“Class is done, youngsters. You’ve all done very well keeping quiet and staying busy. Lan Zhan, do they bring their papers up to me? One at a time now, you all know how to behave, let’s see these papers, hm? Ah, right, make sure your names are on them or you won't be graded!”

Lan Wangji watches with a slow growing thrill of dread and excitement as the front row of disciples gathers up their papers, neatly laying the pens down, and standing to bring their work to the table. He doesn’t get much of a glance since Wei Wuxian is the one halfway sprawled out on the table, leaning over to gather the essays and neatly stack them on one corner.

Just as he’s finishing up with the front row, he tightens up around Lan Wangji, making the man grab his waist with a quick but quiet gasp. The second row of disciples are coming up, a few greeting Wei Wuxian and thanking him and bidding him a good day, oblivious to the way his playfully wiggling hips are driving their teacher closer and closer to climax.

A shudder races down Lan Wangji’s back when Wei Wuxian bounces back to sit in his lap quickly, laughing as his eyes skim over one of the papers he’s got in his hands.

“Ah, yes, yes, this is a good topic!” Wei Ying snickers, twisting at the waist to shove the paper up in front of Lan Wangji’s face, “this is the same one I wrote about way back when, don’t you remember, Lan Zhan?”

He blinks at it, clearing the ever increasing red haze at the corners of his vision. He grits his teeth, reading the first few lines quickly and then looks at the junior. His cock throbs when he notices how intently the junior is waiting for his approval, watching him. Watching the both of them. Lan Wangji nods once, quick and brisk.

The junior blushes from the subtle praise, the corners of his mouth quirking into a bashful smile and he bows quickly before joining his friends waiting for him at the door. Wei Ying doesn’t cause any more fuss after that, and the rest of the students pass without a hitch, even their A-Yuan.

Lan Wangji waits a few seconds after they’re alone, more so waiting for Wei Ying to stop waving out at the last disciples turning the corner and leaving. And then, once they’re truly alone, does his control finally snap. A growl rises dark and rough in his throat before he surges up, shoving Wei Wuxian down on the desk.

“Aha! Lan Zhan! How bold are you to put me in such a position here!” Wei Ying’s glee is quite obvious, even without Lan Wangji having to see his beaming, flushed face. He squirms a bit on the table, trying to get his legs under him better, no doubt about to start moving on his husband’s cock without asking.

Lan Wangji slams a hand down in between Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, causing him to slump back down into the table with a small oomph rushing from his parted lips, melting into a cry at Lan Wangji’s first hard thrust.

“Mmh- L-Lan Zhan! AH! Oh gods-” Wei Wuxian’s thoughts seem to be thoroughly scattered when he begins to pick up his pace. There’s no need for his babble, despite Lan Wangji loving to hear it, and Lan Wangji’s other hand moves to cover his mouth.

It’s quite obvious his husband likes that, if the way he moans even louder is any indication. Wei Wuxian squirms back with his hips, meeting each of Lan Wangji’s thrusts hard and precise. It’s a good thing the table is so well secured to the floor, he fears that maybe he’d dislodge it with all their erratic moving.

Wei Wuxian’s moans jump up in pitch, gaining an edge about them that Lan Wangji knows means that he’s close. Lan Wangji doesn’t bother to stop, leaning more of his weight on Wei Wuxian’s back to quiet his squirming and kicking, driving his hips down harder. There’s no doubt his husband can cum without a touch and it’s nice to forget him for a moment.

All Lan Wangji can focus on right now is the grip of the slick hole around his cock and the burning shame and arousal that being out in the open provides. Anyone could come back around the corner and see them and there wouldn’t be anything to hide them or buy them a second of time.

“O-ooh, Lan Zhan you- ah! Ahaha, you’re making so much noise!” Wei Wuxian breathlessly giggles between his own muffled moans, shameless in goading him on even when he’s getting fucked so roughly. Lan Wangji can’t help but be amazed at his audacity.

Neither can Wei Wuxian, it seems. He sobs and drops his forehead down on the table with a thump, his feet making a similar noise on the floor behind them before he freezes up. One of his hands clutches at the edge of the table, knuckles white. The other fumbles back to grab Lan Wangji’s robes at his hip, yanking him deep and holding him there on his next thrust.

A string of whining, yes yes yes yes yes, sounds too loud in the open room and yet Lan Wangji can hardly hear it over the rush in his ears. He curls over Wei Ying’s back, teeth catching at the black robes over his shoulder to muffle his own moan as he cums. It feels like it stretches on for an hour, intense and raw and rolling as Wei Ying’s walls flutter around him.

“-an? Lan Zhan? ”

“Mm?”

“How long will you squish me like this? Get up! Hurry, hurry!”

Lan Wangji is still floating in his own head when he draws back with a huff. He doesn’t even get the chance to see where he’d just pulled out of Wei Ying, his dark robes already pulled and tucked into place. Not a moment too soon either, as Wei Wuxian sits up and moves next to Lan Wangji, a voice calls for them on the other side of the pavilion.

The cold rush of getting caught is sobering enough for Lan Wangji to fix his own robes, already knowing his husband would be teasing him for being a beat slow on that uptake later when they're alone again.

“We’re coming! We’re coming! A-Yuan, we’ll be right there!” Wei Wuxian calls loudly, waving his arm out. Lan Wangji finally turns his head to see their son peeking out from around the doorway, a calm smile on his face and sharp, knowing eyes. He looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

Lan Wangji nods him goodbye without meeting his eyes, mentally doing a check of how both he and Wei Wuxian look right now. They seem fine, normal, maybe a bit flushed. But nothing incriminating…

Laughter startles him from his side before Wei Ying’s rough fingers are tugging on one of his earlobes. He grits his teeth a bit, leaning towards the pulling like it would give him mercy.

“Aiya, what is this, Lan Zhan? Are you embarrassed? Our A-Yuan didn’t see anything, but he’s a smart boy I bet he knows. Nothing to be ashamed of, hm? His parents love eachother very much.”

“You could stand to be more subtle,” Lan Wangji mumbles to himself, wracking his still foggy mind for better words other than ‘shameless’.

Wei Ying releases his ear, whirling around to face him head on with a shocked chuckle.

“Me? My dear, is it not you who got hard being in front of so many people? Hardly saying a word as they wished you goodbye? Hm? While you were buried deep in--mmhpg!”

Lan Wangji presses his hand harder against Wei Wuxian’s mouth, ears steaming.

“Wei Ying! Enough!”

His husband never learns his lesson, and hardly listens at all, that much is obvious even now as Wei Ying grabs his wrist to pull his hand away.

“Yes, yes, alright. I’ll stop, I’ll stop. Lets go before we miss lunch. Up you go, there’s a good boy. Impeccable as always Hanguang Jun! No one will suspect a thing.”

Their fingers lace together as Wei Wuxian drags them out of the teaching hall without much fuss other than a sly laugh. Out in the open he babbles about what they’ll be eating today, who they might be eating with, but Lan Wangji is more focused on figuring out how he’s going to get Wei Wuxian to not sit in his lap during their meal without bringing attention to himself.

Yes, he thinks to himself, Wei Ying absolutely cannot sit on his lap again today. They don't need to have another incident, especially with the elders around. Even if the thought still makes Lan Wangji miss a half-step, heat rising to the surface again.

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