adawritesfic | Yesterday's darling

I am also a virgin, Lan Wangji hadn’t said when Jiang Cheng had dropped his casual bomb.

But in his white bed, guided by a primeval intuition, at one with the cosmos, he found that he knew exactly how to take Jiang Cheng to pieces.

Sex was as old as flesh. Desire was as old as gravity.

The planets, he thought, move in adoration around the sun; and we are of such stuff as stars are made of.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” he crooned, fingers deep and assured. “To be taken to pieces?”

Jiang Cheng moaned, long and low. Every noise he made was as exquisite and as carnal as he was and blazed Lan Wangji’s blood. What ran red in his veins now was fire. The world had narrowed to his white bed.

“Use me,” begged the angel, the feast, spread on his white sheets. “Abuse me.”

“I’ll ravish you,” Lan Wangji promised, and withdrew his fingers, and shifted and poised himself for his angel’s deflowering, his feast’s devouring. “I’ll ruin you.”

From the newly renamed the glory, the beauty.