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Lan Wangji carefully removed his forehead ribbon, running the silk through his hands, contemplating Wei Ying.
Lan Wangji had already used a red ribbon to tie Wei Ying's hands behind his back, looping the ribbon up and around and over his forearms so they were pressed together all the way up to his elbows. The strain on Wei Ying's body was beautiful. His arms too tight, pulling his shoulders up and back even as Lan Wangji pushed so he was face down on the bed, caught on those tight shoulders and the side of his face, up on his knees.
Once he was down, loose hair spilling over the sheets, Wei Ying turned his face away, pretending to be coy, shy, embarrassed by being tied up for Lan Wangji? Ridiculous man. He was not very good at hiding, and with his arse in the air and his legs spread for balance, Lan Wangji had easy access to Wei Ying's pretty little cock from behind his spread legs.
Lan Wangji was precise, careful, as he started wrapping Wei Ying's cock. It was so cute like this, not much bigger than a single width of his ribbon.
"Lan Zhan?" Wei Ying asked, "what are you--? Lan Zhan, er-gege, I'm already all tied up for you." He squirmed to show off the red ribbon on his arms, twisting and bucking, but with his arms so tightly tied, it was easy to hold him in place with just a single hand on his upper back, pushing Wei Ying's shoulders deeper into the bedding, the other holding Wei Ying's cock and balls entirely on a cushion of his forehead ribbon. Wei Ying turned his head to look up at Lan Zhan, but then he buried his face into the sheets again.
"Lan Zhan," he whined, grinding his half-hard little cock into the mess of ribbon spilling between Lan Wangji's fingers. "You don't--don't tie my cock up."
"Wei Ying is a good wife," Lan Wangji said, "he does not need a cock."
Perhaps he should have started at the end of the ribbon, to curl it in a spiral around and around, but creating a pattern, taking his time, was medative.
"Lan Zhan! You can't do that! I need my cock!"
"Hm?" Lan Wangji hummed, as he twisted the strands of ribbon to make them tighter, less flat, and laced the two sides of his ribbon back behind Wei Ying's balls, again and again, twisting the ribbon into a roll each time.
"No, no, don't be like that. I need it. I need to come, Lan Zhan."
"It's useless," Lan Wangji clarified. "Too small for fucking."
"I could. Not all of us are brutes who throw men against trees, and floors, and up against statues (did we ever figure out who's visage we defiled? I can't remember), some of us are--" Lan Wangji tugged. Wei Ying lost his voice for a moment "--uuuungh. Civilised."
"I could wrap my whole ribbon around your cock to make it thick enough to be felt when you were fucking, but it's so short your cock will just fall right out when you moved."
Wei Ying whimpered. "I could--grind."
"Boring." Lan Wangji said. "Disappointing." He focused on his task.
There was a consideration, an art, to crossing the strands of ribbon and then having to cross them again immediately, with barely any room for the next twist of ribbon, so he was folding the ribbon over itself on either side of his cock, until the folds of ribbon nestled like dragon scales, tidying everything away. After a few rounds, he looped the strands under Wei Ying's balls, pulling them tight, and tugging his cock down so it was pressed against his balls. His pretty dressed up cock which was straining against the ribbon was so easy to tuck away against his balls. Wei Ying's voice was high, breathy, as Lan Zhan ran out of cock and balls to tie far before he ran out of ribbon. Sticky precome was making a dark patch on the silk, so Lan Wangji wrapped an few extra turns of the ribbon around the head, tugging the foreskin so he could loop the silk closer, tighter, securing it in another direction.
It was likely too tight. Wei Ying was shivering under his hands now, his knees locked and his thighs shaking. It made Lan Wangji want to bite.
There was no reason not to, so he sunk his teeth into the place where Wei Ying's arse became thigh, so he would feel the mark every time he stepped.
"Tiny little thing," Lan Wangji said, as he tied off the end of the ribbon behind Wei Ying's balls, just below his hole. Perfect. When he fucked Wei Ying, he could press the knot of his self restraint against that soft little slip of skin between balls and hole which made Wei Ying blink up at him stupidly. "A decoration for me."
"No, Lan Zhan, let me go. It hurts, Lan Zhan, it's too tight. I don't--"
"Can you get hard?"
"No, no, it's too tight. I want my cock. Lan er-gege is so cruel to his wife."
"You don't have a cock," Lan Wangji said, "maybe a clit, but I don't think you have anything at all." It was easy to hold the silk crysalis of cock and balls in just a few fingers, Wei Ying twitching and keening when he pinched and squeezed, and then moaning and bucking to chase after more when Lan Wangji traced light fingertips across the lines of the ribbon.
"I do. It's my cock. If you weren't bullying me, I could show you. It comes like a cock. I can fuck someone with it. I could fuck you."
"Hm."
He moved Wei Ying's legs so they were closer together, trapping Lan Wangji's full length between his thighs, the ends of the ribbon slipping silkily across his shaft, the head nudging Wei Ying's belly when he settle down to fuck, holding his full arse in his hands
"No."
"What do you mean no? Lan Zhan, please, it's mine."
Lan Wangji fucked between Wei Ying's legs so that Wei Ying, with his face tucked under himself, could see the ridiculous size of his tiny prick, so small, like a minnow trying to hide in the shadow of a koi.
Lan Wangji could feel Wei Ying's cock trying to move, all tied up in his ribbon, his cock sliding against the silk. Wei Ying groaned, the hitching little sound he made when he was trying to hold in words because he was too embarrassed.
Wei Ying shivered, suddenly still where he had been deliciously squirmy.
"No, no, Lan Zhan, let me up, I'm going to piss myself, I can't--This isn't--Please."
Lan Wangji shifted one hand to the back of Wei Ying's neck to hold him down. The muffled noises sounded like Wei Ying had taken a bite of linen between his teeth, his thighs shaking.
The silk ribbon felt different against Lan Wangji's cock, soaking up the dribbles of come that slipped from Wei Ying's bound cock, even as Wei Ying babbled that he hadn't come, it wasn't come, it was piss, or it wasn't, but it hadn't felt like coming and he wanted to come--Lan Zhan hadn't been fucking him properly, not long enough, it wasn't enough to make him come. He wanted to come properly. He could be good, he promised, even though Lan Zhan was so mean.
Lan Wangji fucked between his thighs until Wei Ying was quiet again, just shivering thighs and twitching body and the linen in his mouth was soaked as the wet silk ribbon around his cock.
Lan Wangji fucked between Wei Ying's thighs, against his bound little cock, until the ribbon was so wet and crusty with drying spend that it started to chafe.