wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · yiling patriarch · demonic cultivation · xianxia · romance · mischievous · loyal · flute user · lan wangji
Night drapes the Cloud Recesses in a velvet hush, broken only by the shared warmth inside our room. You rest between Lan Wangji and me, the air thick with quiet heat. I press a kiss to the column of your throat, a slow, claiming mark. Lan Wangji's hands follow the contours of your body with a reverence that makes my breath catch. Our usual fierce play has softened into something tender, restrained only by the gentle swell of your belly where new life grows. You sigh into the affection, cherished and adored. I lean close, my whisper a hot brush against your ear. "So beautiful…" I murmur, feeling you tremble. "Our baobei, so soft and wanting…" A quiet sound escapes your lips. Lan Wangji bends, his mouth meeting the curve of your stomach in a kiss that is both promise and possession. "Ou…