Cry for Me

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The
Untamed (TV)
Relationship: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian
Characters: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian
Additional Tags: Dacryphilia, Crying During Sex, Married Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei
Ying | Wei Wuxian, Overstimulation, Anal Sex, Top Lan Zhan | Lan
Wangji/Bottom Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Post-Canon, Multiple Orgasms,
Rough Sex, Kinktober 2022
Language: English
Series: Part 16 of Kinktober 2022
Stats: Published: 2022-10-17 Words: 1,214 Chapters: 1/1
 Cry for Me
by MajiLovePrincess

Summary

Wei Ying’s joy is freely given. It belongs to the world as much as to him.

Wei Ying’s tears are private. Tied up, on the brink of his third orgasm of the night, Wei Ying
is sobbing. These tears belong only to Lan Wangji.

Notes

Today’s Prompt: Dacryphilia

(Which I had to Google when I was planning this month, lol.)

While WWX’s dialogue might sometimes seem to suggest otherwise, everything in this fic is
enthusiastically consented to, and there is an allusion to them having a safe word.

That said, if CNC-adjacent dialogue bothers you, please proceed with caution.

See the end of the work for more notes

He’s seen Wei Ying weep silently in grief. He’s seen Wei Ying’s tears of joy when he was
reunited with their son. He’s seen Wei Ying with tears of mirth streaming down his cheeks.

Wei Ying is always beautiful and handsome. No matter which body he occupies, his soul
always shines through vividly. He is the sun, and now that sunrise has graced Lan Wangji’s
life once more, he is no longer a lonely moon, left to bear light alone in the dark.

Wei Ying’s smiles are enough to melt ice; that’s how he’d thawed Lan Wangji a lifetime ago,
sneaking across the roofs he now lives under.

Wei Ying’s joy is freely given. It belongs to the world as much as to him.

Wei Ying’s tears are private. Tied up, on the brink of his third orgasm of the night, Wei Ying
is sobbing. These tears belong only to Lan Wangji.

He stretches Wei Ying’s hole wide with the girth of his cock as he slides in so, so slowly.

“Er-Gege,” Wei Ying whimpers. He’s shaking and worn out after being brought to orgasm
first on Lan Wangji’s tongue and then a second time on his fingers.

Two fingers left him underprepared to take the full size of Lan Wangji’s cock, and he lets out
small, pained sounds, spilling fresh tears down his cheeks.

Each drop looks like a shooting star, catching the ambient light in the Jingshi and sparkling
like a comet as they race down his flushed cheeks.

“Shh,” Lan Wangji soothes, rubbing gently at his husband’s stomach. As he sinks in fully, he
can just make out the outline of his cock underneath. He presses down, and Wei Ying’s breath
catches on a sob.

“Gege, it hurts,” Wei Ying groans. Their eyes meet, and Wei Ying gives a small smile. Lan
Wangji replies in kind as he pulls back and then thrusts in again.

Wei Ying screams, the kind that would have echoed across the mountaintop had they not
finally consented to silencing talismans last month. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants in time with
Lan Wangji’s brutal pace. “Lan Zhan, oh, oh, I’m going to break. It’s too much!”

Eventually Wei Ying runs out of words and just makes small, desperate sounds with every
thrust. He’s exhausted and his leaking dick lays on his stomach, red and throbbing and erect
in spite of it all.

Lan Wangji watches the tears flow, sticky and salty. He leans down and licks at Wei Ying’s
cheeks, threading a hand through one of Wei Ying’s bound ones.

Wei Ying squeezes back and Lan Wangji kisses him in reward.
Lan Wangji has been hard for so long that even with his stamina, he can feel himself growing
closer and closer to orgasm with every glide into the tight, slick heat of Wei Ying’s body.

With a growl, he takes Wei Ying’s cock in hand, earning a yelp and a choked off, “Lan Zha—
Ahn!”

Wei Ying pleads for more and less in the same breath. His hips buck in time with Lan
Wangji’s thrusts, but he’s also shaking with exhaustion and overstimulation.

Sweaty, disheveled, and tear-stained, he is radiant. Lan Wangji strokes his cock faster,
smearing precum and salve together as he rocks in, in, in, to the clutch of his husband’s body.

“Come for me, Wei Ying,” he says.

“Gege, gege, I can’t!” Wei Ying’s stomach muscles convulse, and he keens at the thumb
teasing the slit of his cock. “Lan Zhan. I’ve finished twice already. There’s nothing left.”

“Is,” Lan Wangji insists, not relenting, even when Wei Ying starts to hiss and squirm away
from his touch. Wei Ying know what to say if he actually wants to stop.

Lan Wangji shifts Wei Ying’s hips in his grip, angling them up, and then Wei Ying is shouting
with every thrust as Lan Wangji slams repeatedly into that most-sensitive spot.

Tears pour down his face, and Lan Wangji savors the sight of them as he feels his own release
drawing closer.

He bends down and bites Wei Ying’s shoulder at the same moment he twists his fist, and then
Wei Ying sobs as he shakes his way through a dry, painful orgasm. His dick spits pitifully
into Lan Wangji’s fist, and Wei Ying chokes on a wrung-out scream.

Lan Wangji, at the vise-like grip of Wei Ying’s channel, is quick to follow into his own
orgasm. He rams his hips forward, fighting the fluttering tightness, and then, fully buried, he
spills long and deep into his husband’s body.

He slumps against Wei Ying for a minute, steadying his breath.

Wei Ying is still overwrought and trembling beneath him. Lan Wangji shifts and places soft,
slow kisses to every inch of skin in reach, but when he pushes himself to his elbows, Wei
Ying’s eyes are still glassy and faraway.

Lan Wangji carefully pulls his softened cock out and watches his seed trickle out. With two
fingers, he scoops it up and pushes it back inside despite Wei Ying’s protesting noise.

He pulls a jade plug from the box at their bedside, and Wei Ying is so fucked out that he
barely gasps when the cold stone slips into his hole.

Satisfied, Lan Wangji crosses to the pitcher and basin, making short work of wiping the worst
of the sweat and mess from his skin and Wei Ying’s.
He unties his ribbon from Wei Ying’s wrists, sets it on the bedside table, and gently massages
the red marks left behind.

Wei Ying finally blinks back to himself around the time Lan Wangji is combing oil through
his hair in the bath.

He makes a noise not unlike a cat that is stretching awake. Something like a soft, “Mrp?”

Lan Wangji kisses his neck. “Hello.”

Wei Ying grins, slow and sleepy. “Hello, Gege.” He takes stock of his body and reaches
between his legs, likely to touch the base of the jade plug. “Keeping me soft and ready for
you in the morning? So spoiled, Er-Gege.”

“Mn.”

Wei Ying leans forward and kisses him deeply, still lethargic and warm. Wei Ying is sated,
and his contentment filters through their home like a sunbeam diffused through leaves.

Lan Wangji kisses him back, and when Wei Ying sits back to breath, Lan Wangji chases him,
leaning in to lick away the last remnants of his dried tear-tracks.

Wei Ying grins as they rest their foreheads together and soak in the warm water.

“I think you like making me cry an awful lot, Lan Zhan,” he teases.

Lan Wangji kisses his eyelids and his cheeks. “Mn.”

Wei Ying laughs, tapping Lan Wangji’s nose. He dutifully goes cross-eyed staring at the
imminently bitable digit, making Wei Ying laugh. “As long as you take responsibility.”

Mn,” Lan Wangji says, tipping his head back and taking the finger into his mouth.

Wei Ying yelps, and sloshes water, trying to jerk back. “Lan Zhan!”

Lan Wangji shoots him an amused look as he carefully nips at the finger.

Wei Ying huffs dramatically. “And no one ever believes me when I say you’re a
troublemaker.”

Lan Wangji licks the fingertip and then proceeds to make his husband cry for the fourth time
that night.
End Notes

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