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[yiling_laozu]

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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[yiling_laozu]

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.

[lan_wangji]

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.

[yiling_laozu]

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_wangji]

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.

[yiling_laozu]

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.