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It was really the most pleasant cursed and haunted forest Wei Wuxian had ever visited.

He swung his flute by his hip as he walked, relishing the pleasure of the warm sunshine dappled through the leaves. Birds and squirrels moved through the upper branches, seeming to be unbothered by the supposed legendary beast that stalked the forest.

In the village, the waiter at the inn had told him that everyone in the region feared the ancient forest, which was the home of a ravenous beast. It was a gigantic monster, twenty feet tall and covered in spikes, and it regularly stole and ate both babies and virgins. (Of course, the waiter didn't know anyone personally who had been eaten, but his cousin's mother-in-law had it on very good authority.) Even renowned cultivators who had come to vanquish the beast had been driven away or never been seen again.

Wei Wuxian had thanked the waiter and then made his way straight to the monster's forest. So far, no monsters. No people, either. Just a nice, quiet forest stroll up the slope of the mountainside.

After Wei Wuxian had walked for an hour or so without seeing anything but gentle wild animals, he caught a glimpse of a rooftop through the trees. It was a pagoda rooftop like a temple, carved of pale and delicate stone that looked like jade, though the expense of jade on a rooftop was unimaginable. Wei Wuxian guessed that this was the retreat of some reclusive cultivator who did not wish to be disturbed by the petty bumbling of common folk, and that was why they had created the rumors.

It would have been polite, he supposed, to go away at that point. He was not invited. But he was very curious, and the glimpse he had of the rooftop made him curious. As he climbed further, he found a wall and followed it for some time without finding a gate.

His curiosity was greater than his caution. Climbing the wall, he swung up over the top of it and dropped into the mysterious castle complex.

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Lan Zhan's eyes flutter closed, savoring the feel of his fingers and lips from him. Enjoying the gentle touches to his skin. He lets Wei Ying explores as his body warms up. He nearly hisses with arousal as each kiss from him spark his heat, sharp and sweet. The need to become closer to him becomes demanding and more carnal as he feels the pressure. His hand slides between his legs, feeling the itch, pressing against his erection, rubbing through the fabric of his pants, and stroking for relief.

The sofa chair is too stiff, not enough space for comfort. So Lan Zhan gently places a hand on his shoulder to stop him, golden eyes watch him with anticipation. How handsome Wei Ying is and how he longs for his passions with him to be recognized. "Wei Ying. Let's go to the room. A bedroom. There's one down the hall. It will be more comfortable on the bed..." He whispered softly, voice low and sweet.

He nuzzled on the side of his cheek, planting sweet kisses on his neck to feel his pulse. "Let's go there and we can continue..."

Wei Ying's attention is drawn to where Lan Zhan touches himself, and he instantly wants to touch also. Lan Zhan's desire fascinates him, and he loves seeing the pleasure ripple in subtle waves across Lan Zhan's face and the not-so-subtle intensity in his molten eyes. His hand touches Lan Zhan's, caressing with him and feeling the hot, hard length beneath the fabric.

"Bed," Wei Ying agrees, giving Lan Zhan's length a squeeze, but he keeps kissing up Lan Zhan's neck and shoulder instead of getting up. He wants to go to the bed so they can do more, but he doesn't want to stop for a moment. "Lan Zhan, I want to use my mouth on you, like in the book. I want to taste you. Is that okay?" He licks a stripe up the side of Lan Zhan's neck, keening at the thought of doing the same up the side of Lan Zhan's cock.

It's not the full moon yet, yet the need is getting stronger, and it's becoming a torment. The heat can be a pain, as his ache and throbbing become worse. He's becoming fox-like, as he whines softly, unbecoming his usual stoic and stern.

"Mm..." He moans as Wei Ying touches him, squeezing him, and he becomes hardened by his touch, his cock, and ache, yearning for attention. His scent becomes heavier as he swishes his tail happily. "Bed."

Lan Zhan is about to reach for him too, wanting to touch him, and then at his question, tilting his head and shivered when Wei Ying licks his throat. "Like in the book? If you want to. Now?"

He just needs to remove his pants first, and there it was, a very hard, erect cock. Glistening with a thin coat of pre-cum and in need of attention.

Wei Ying does want to, and so he wiggles out of Lan Zhan's embrace, sliding down to kneel on the floor in front of him. He draws down the pristine white pants that are the last layer beneath Lan Zhan's robes, eyes widening at the sight of Lan Zhan's cock. It's beautiful and elegant in a way that Wei Ying's never really thought about before. He's seen naked men before, mostly other Jiang clan juniors in baths or ponds, but he's never looked twice at the pink, flaccid cocks of his peers. He was never drawn to their bodies the way he's drawn to Lan Zhan.

Not giving himself any chance to hesitate, Wei Ying leans forward and licks the droplets of pre-come from the head of Lan Zhan's cock. His pink cheeks immediately flush red and he moans, surprised by how much he likes the taste and how much he loves using his mouth on Lan Zhan. Eager for him, he kisses and licks at Lan Zhan, lapping up all of the slick pre-come and tracing the lines and veins of Lan Zhan's cock with his tongue.

Lan Zhan whines softly, wanting to remain in the embrace. His breathing hitches, shallow as it's becoming even and steady and he becomes sure of him. His cock is smooth and erect, throbbing and aching. It's perfectly shaped and long in length and size. When Wei Ying starts licking at him, warm and hot, he becomes harder in response, every nerve become sensitive. Precum leaks, thin coating over the length, giving his unique taste. The heat ignites his pheromones, his unique scent that smells woodsy, lightly floral, and warm.

His tail curled around his waist. "Mm." He moans appreciatively, as he pets through his mate's hair, and sit back. The kisses and licks make his toe curl as his cock curved upward, aching for his attention.

Wei Ying laughs happily as Lan Zhan's tail curls around him. It's gentle and soft, and it makes Wei Ying feel so safe to be embraced like that.

He presses closer between Lan Zhan's legs, gently winding his arms around his lover's waist so that he can hug him in return. Earning moans from Lan Zhan makes him flush happily, wiggling slightly in place with pure excitement.

Moaning again as he drags his tongue over the head of Lan Zhan's cock, licking up every droplet that spills, he finally takes Lan Zhan into his mouth. The weight of it is warm and solid against his lips, making him moan again, and he takes as much of Lan Zhan into his mouth as he comfortably can.

His own cock throbs between his legs, turned on by this act and by the feeling of having his mouth filled. He thinks that maybe Lan Zhan was right about that book, and maybe the other acts will also turn out to be this good.

Lan Zhan is going to need some self-control. As much as he wanted to embrace him and being affectionate, he has never been pleasured like this before. The more Wei Ying teases him, his member is becoming hot and swell to full mast in sie, precum leaking in a thin sheen over his length. The soft sounds of sucking. He keeps a straight face when his length disappears inside of his mouth, melting as his lover bobs up and down slowly.

" Be careful." He murmured. As he stroke through his bangs, and pet his hair, praising him. He moans quietly, "It feels very good, Wei Ying."

In time, more droplets begin to spill out as Wei Ying continues. Lan Zhan does his best to hold back his excitement, not wanting to cum.

Wei Ying whined happily as Lan Zhan petted his hair. He lifted his head, nuzzling into the touch and licking his lips before turning his head to kiss Lan Zhan’s palm. “I like the way you taste.”

Smiling brightly at his lover, Wei Ying lowered his head again, eager to continue. He wanted everything he could have of Lan Zhan, and he took him deep into his mouth, eyelashes fluttering as Lan Zhan’s cock nudged the back of his throat. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t fit the whole thing in his mouth, so he did his best with what he could reach, lapping eagerly at the precious droplets of precum.

As much as he wanted to try more things, he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to taste Lan Zhan’s seed. He wanted to watch his face as he came. Moaning contentedly, he bobbed his head faster, greedy for his fox spirit.

As Wei Ying continues to bob up and down on his length, Lan Zhan's size begins to swell to full mast. He feels like he could melt in that mouth and he never wanted to end.

"Be careful. You might choke." He whispered, worried for him and his limits. He's coming closer now, feeling all the blood and adrenaline rushing, heart pounding in his ears as he's being serviced and sucked off. Lan Zhan sat perfectly still, allowing Wei Wuxian to adjust how much he could take him.

"Wei Ying…" He warns as he grasps the ponytail at the back of his head and bucks his hips forward inside of his mouth with a controlled force, not wanting to choke him. With a soft groan, his seed spilled forth, erupted with the thick liquid as he reached his climax.

Thrills skitter down Wei Ying’s spine as Lan Zhan grips his hair and thrusts his hips up, holding him in place. Lan Zhan’s seed spurts down his throat and Wei Ying pulls back instinctively, getting more of it on his tongue and some of it hitting his chin and dripping down. He recovers at the last moment, closing his mouth around the head of Lan Zhan’s cock and suckling at him, drawing out the last drops and swallowing as best he can, licking his lips but not quite able to lick up the stray drops on his chin. “Lan Zhan,” he said, looking up at him with sweet hope and wanting praise for doing a good job.

Lan Zhan squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his release in final spurts. With a long-drawn sigh of pleasure, he slowly withdraws and sees how he marks him with his essence. It's hot and sexy, seeing his sticky stuff inside of his mouth and drooling down his chin.

With a shy chuckle, he managed to tease in a low, sultry voice. "Wei Ying, my love. You're messy. I don't think it tastes that good for you. But well done."

Lan Zhan doesn't care if his robe gets messy. With one of his long sleeves, he cupped his chin and wiped his lover's face dry with much care, then gives him a sweet kiss for a taste of himself of the musky and salty scent.

Just as adventurous, tugging him to the sofa. "Shall I reward you? Let me have my turn next. Come sit in my place, so you'll know how wonderous it feels with my mouth on you as it has for me."

Wei Ying happily lifts his face to be cleaned and kissed, then climbs back into Lan Zhan’s lap to cuddle. “I like how you taste, Lan Zhan. It turned me on a lot to use my mouth on you like that.”

He feels so wonderfully spoiled and adored with Lan Zhan, and he’s increasingly pleased with his choice of agreeing to be his lover. Even though they haven’t yet tried the things in the book, Wei Ying loves touching Lan Zhan and being held. “I want to see more of your face in pleasure like that.”

Grinning happily, Wei Ying tangles his hands into Lan Zhan’s hair, curling his fingers possessively around Lan Zhan’s soft ears.

It relieves Lan Zhan to hear that he doesn't dislike it. "If it's something you like, then we should do it often." There are many things they should try in the book together.

A few sweeter kisses and cuddling each other, for that warmth as Wei Ying plays with his ears as he embraces him.

"Wei Ying, come over here and sit in my place. Let's switch."

With a bit of wriggling, Lan Zhan slides off the chair and has Wei Ying sit in his place where the warmth of his body lingers. He gives him a reverence kiss and once Wei Ying sits properly, Lan Zhan kneels on the floor and position himself between his legs, gently carressing and rubbing his inner thighs and place gentle kisses and licks on the tender skin.

Wei Ying is sorry to leave the warmth of the embrace, but his cock is aching and he is very eager for release. He wiggles down, spreading his legs wide. Blushing a little at being so exposed, he grins anyway, resting his hands in Lan Zhan’s hair so he can continue playing with his soft fox ears.

His skin is so sensitive there, especially when Lan Zhan is kissing sweetly at it like that. He sighs and moans shamelessly, fingers curling possessively around Lan Zhan’s ears. “Lan Zhan. Gege. Please. I want you. My lover.”

Lan Zhan's golden eyes is fixed on his prize as he looks up at him with reverence. With his virtuous appearance, Lan Zhan does look like a peerless beauty.

A soft, gentle groan of desire as he feels himself hard with need, aching and throbbing, but he wanted this. To taste him. "I want to ravish you, my love." He whispered with a smile. "Don't hold back." Lan Zhan shyly open his mouth and takes a tentative lick underside of the length of his shaft.

"Ah...Wei Ying, you're cute down here too. I like it when you're big and hard..."

Becoming bolder, everything becomes a blur of bliss, he took him inside of his mouth and sucks him off, alternatively lewd sucks and licks, warm and moist.

Wei Ying moans loudly as Lan Zhan licks up the underside of his cock. His hips lift into it and he whines as shivers cascade down his spine.

Laughing breathlessly at Lan Zhan's words, Wei Ying pouts at him, though it's hard to pout when he's writhing with pleasure. "What do you mean, cute! That's not the kind of word that you use for a cock!"

Moaning again as Lan Zhan takes him into his mouth, his fingers tighten in Lan Zhan's hair, gripping possessively to urge him on. Despite his complaints, he likes that Lan Zhan finds him cute. Being a companion to Lan Zhan these past days is the best thing that has ever happened to him, and it keeps getting better with each touch and each kiss.

"Lan Zhan," he whimpers, pressing his lover's head down as he rolls his hips up. Waves of pleasure pour through him and he gives himself over to it, not thinking to warn Lan Zhan before he's coming into his lover's mouth.

Hearing his lover moans out his name, he only kept going, taking relished that his hair is being pulled as he does. He doesn’t want him to stay still either as he works on him. Lan Zhan is very focused on pleasing him.

When Wei Ying reached his finished, Lan Zhan is pleased and satisfied that he licked his lips, and gently wiped his mouth with his sleeve without complaint. All he ever wanted is to please this human as his lover and keep him by his side for all time.

Being an amorous fox, he wrapped his arms around his shoulder’s loosely and pressed his face against his shoulder to nuzzle him. Playfully tugging him along as he kisses him on his throat, nibbling on his skin, and whining softly as he’s being in heat and wanted nothing more than to mate.

His voice was low, sweet, and seductive. “Come to bed. My bed. I’ll mount you if you like. Like in the book.”

Wei Ying smiled as his lover pulled him close again. He gave him a few soft sighs and whimpers as Lan Zhan nuzzled and kissed at him, and laughed happily as he recovered from the orgasm. "Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan."

Nodding, Wei Ying nuzzled at his lover in return, hugging his arms around Lan Zhan and sliding his hands into his lover's hair. "Mount me."

After how good that had felt just now, Wei Ying was ready to try anything that Lan Zhan wanted. This book seemed to know what it was talking about, after all! "Carry me, Lan Zhan. Let's go to bed. I want to be your mate."

Lan Zhan embraces him in his arms. It makes him happy to adore him like this, to truly have a companion for he lives a lonely life in the castle. To him, it's more than fate that this human wandered in his castle. He expected him to stay as a friend and guest, but he becomes much more than that. He is genuinely has fallen in love with him.

Lan Zhan's usual stoic expression becomes besotted, his eyes full of love and adoration. "Wei Ying, my heart." He lifts him up in his arms and holds him tight, as he carries him up and towards to his bedroom.

Lan Zhan's bedroom is elegant and magnificent, quite luxurious. The lonely fox spirit has collected antiques and art from different civilizations to decorate in his room, a curious mix of western, middle east, and oriental goods of art. Robes and clothes carelessly stripped off and left on the floor as he carefully placed Wei Ying on the bed and pounces on him.

His tails unfurled, his fox ears prominent, as he greets his lover with playful growls, kisses, and bites to mark on his pale skin as he pins him down on the bed. "Wei Ying." He murmured his name, soft lips on his skin and fangs leaving dents to mark him on his skin.

"I want to keep you." He whispered. "Make you mine. What do you think? Then I can give you the world."

Wei Ying grins happily as he's picked up and held tight. He curls close against Lan Zhan's chest, watching him with open adoration as he is carried. His fox spirit is so impressive, so beautiful and strong, and Wei Ying is excited to try more pleasure with him.

In the beautiful room of beautiful things, Wei Ying has eyes only for Lan Zhan. He grins as the rest of their clothes come off and he can admire Lan Zhan's body openly, mouth watering with desire at the sight of him. "Lan Zhan."

Pounced, he dissolves into giggles, squirming beneath his lover as he's pinned down. Lan Zhan's growls and kisses tickle at his ears and his skin, and Wei Ying laughs with delight, shivers spiraling down his spine as he's kissed and nipped. "Lan Zhan."

Nodding, he licked his lips, making a soft noise of yearning. "I will be yours, Lan Zhan. Your lover. I will stay with you."

Lan Zhan only has an eye for beautiful, sparkly treasures and collects them to bask in the ideals of beauty. From sculptures, antiques, classical paintings, and works of art. But lifeless art isn’t as inspiring as his lover, warm in flesh and blood, and breathing. His lover is handsome, and he fascinates him much more than the works of art he collected.

“You’re very beautiful.” He said shyly, feeling greedy for him. “I ought to give you gifts in this room. Any gifts.” As he wanted nothing more than to please his mortal lover, to spoil and care for. “Dress you in fine robes and jewels in my palace.” He suggested. After all, Wei Ying earned it by staying by his side and Lan Zhan happily gives.

Warm with pleasure, “You’ll be mine…? Good.” For now, he finds Wei Ying very warm. He wants to warm him up, starting with sweet caresses and kisses. He starts slowly by giving him sweet kisses while stroking his soft thighs, teasing him, and gently brush against his cock with soft caresses and a good rub. Though it’s obvious he wanted to touch him, give him pleasure, and make him melt.

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