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It doesn't seem quite fair that the difference between Lan Wangji's usual wake time and sunrise when the curfew lifts are nearly two hours apart. Wei Wuxian, of course, wouldn't normally be awake right now to begrudge the gods their curfew, but after being largely sequestered to bedrest (Lan Wangji's, as often as possible), he's had a lot of time to draw, and last night he'd drawn something magnificent.

Wei Wuxian shuffles through his dark room, pulling his clothes on carefully so as not to aggravate his wounds, already halfway to Odinhaus the moment sunlight first pierces the darkness. Grinning, Wei Wuxian quickens his steps, looking down at the sheath of papers in his hand. When he looks up -

"Oh! Lan Zhan!"

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Wei Wuxian nods solemnly. "It was very shocking," he says. "Do you know what I saw?" Lifting his hand, Wei Wuxian touches Lan Zhan's throat, then reaches just past the edge of his robes to a bit a skin well above his collarbone.

"I'm sure I swooned."

"Ridiculous," he huffs, smacking at Wei Ying's fingers as he settles back, pleased nothing untoward actually occurred. The idea that he might abandon his principles altogether while drunk was more than a little unsettling.

"Wei Ying was shocked when Lan Zhan said he'd kissed him. Would not have swooned. Would have fainted."

Wei Wuxian laughs in delight for the rebuttal. "Fainting sounds so much less dignified than swooning," he says, "But I probably would have. I did not know what Lan Zhan looks like under his robes, after all." He puts his fingers back beneath Lan Zhan's collar to explore the smooth strip of skin. "Huaisang would eat his fan."

"Wei Ying," he mutters, fighting the urge to wriggle as it's entirely undignified but affected by just that touch nonetheless.

This is precisely why even thoughts on such matters are not allowed in the Cloud Recesses. They are entirely pervasive and can topple even the most impressive self control.

"Any underneath is Wei Ying's. Once he is healed."

Wei Wuxian pouts, for once in earnest. How is he meant to share close space with such a man and not be allowed to touch? But Lan Zhan has only specified that underneath is off limits...

"Lan Zhan's mouth is well above his robes," he observes.

"For small kisses," he relents, eyeing Wei Ying with well earned dubiousness. "Lan Zhan cannot control himself around Wei Ying, anymore. Will want more and cannot risk hurting Wei Ying."

He takes a deep breath in, tracing a finger over Wei Ying's full bottom lip. It is truly startling how quickly his body is trying to acclimate him to taking pleasure where it is offered.

"Lan Zhan would put his mouth to use, if he could."

His eyes seem stuck on Wei Wuxian's mouth, and he doesn't dare smile, speaking against the jut of Lan Zhan's thumb to rub his lips against his skin. "Small kisses, then," he agrees, certain he can eke out a few larger ones if he can distract Lan Zhan long enough.

He lifts his chin, trying to catch more of Lan Zhan's fingertips to kiss.

He takes a sharp breath, fingers curling against Wei Ying's mouth. It is exquisite, the way nerves he'd never known to be so sensitive sing at Wei Ying's touch.

He can only stand it for a few moments before he leans down to catch Wei Ying's mouth with his. He's still too cool but his mouth is soft and warm and Lan Zhan can feel himself trembling to hold back.

Wei Wuxian makes a soft sound of triumph that soon melts to pleasure as Lan Zhan's mouth lingers. His breath touches Wei Wuxian's lips, and he can feel the tremors in him as the air leaves his lungs. Lifting a hand, he curls it along Lan Zhan's cheek, keeping him steady.

"Thank you," he murmurs, pulling back a single inch. "I feel better when you kiss me."

Lan Zhan manages a nod, mind too addled to do much more as he tries to keep hold of himself. His eyes remain closed as he pushes lightly into Wei Ying's hand, letting that touch ground him as he leans in for another. He doesn't allow any weight to rest on Wei Ying, too afraid to hurt him, but he lets his mouth open a little to deepen the kiss.

One hand manages to reach up to his own head, removing the simple silver hair piece and then undoing the ribbon, letting his hair spill down over them. If he cannot have Wei Ying the way he years for, he wants all possible intimacy they are allowed.

It does not seem to matter how many times he sees it, Wei Wuxian still gasps each time Lan Zhan's hair comes tumbling free of its knot and headband, spilling over his shoulders like ink. It touches Wei Wuxian's cheek, and he leans into it like a cat, forcing the silken strands to glide over his skin as he meets Lan Zhan's mouth with his own. Lan Zhan's lips are parted, and Wei Wuxian seizes on opportunity, sweeping his tongue past Lan Zhan's teeth to drag against his own.

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