“Are you going to keep staring at my ass,” Mingjue says, voice flat, “or are you going to oil yourself up and get on with it?” Wuxian goes pink. Instantly. “I wasn’t—well, I was, but it’s not—” “Don't tell me you need to be walked through it?,” Mingjue cuts in. He watches as Wuxian fumbles for the oil with hands that have lost their usual flagrant sweep. He nearly tips the dish, catching it just in time. His mouth is moving, muttering something under his breath—possibly an apology, possibly just words to fill the air. Mingjue doesn’t care. His legs are still open. His chest is flushed. His cock is hard and untouched, bobbing slightly with the tension riding through his frame. His lower dantian is pulsing low and strange with stirred-up qi, the edge of something mounting behind it, and Wuxian is wasting time gawking like a teenager and not the all feared Yilling Lazhou. He glares. “You’ve been lecturing me about spiritual energy for weeks. Suddenly faced with a little real-world application and you lose your head?” “I have not lost my head,” Wuxian is sharp, fumbling oil down his cock. “I just—was taking a moment to consider—” “You had your fingers in my ass for twenty minutes,” Mingjue snaps. “You’ve had your momen to consider it. Now get on with it.”
a small offering of some smutty #mingxian that i had to excise from my brain in order to work on anything else for wip wednesday
