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Lan Zhan squeezes him hard enough to make his bones creak, but Wei Wuxian only gives a soft laugh, turning his cheek against Lan Zhan's shoulder. "Home," he agrees, chest suddenly tight with it. Of course he can't expect Lan Zhan to sleep on straw every night, but at least this one can be theirs, and the promise of many more to come.

"I'm sorry it took so long," he says. "If it hadn't been for the shadow demons, we might have had this weeks ago."

"Do not apologize," Lan Zhan orders, pulling back enough to give Wei Ying a proper kiss. "It's perfect. Wei Ying is perfect."

He lets himself look around again at the walls, the fire, the makeshift bed. It is all thoughtful and warm and everything that Wei Ying is. It's too perfect, too much and he leans back in for a deeper kiss, wanting very badly to press Wei Ying down into the cushions regardless of it being time for dinner.

If Lan Wangji is hoping to find a sense of propriety or decorum in Wei Wuxian to stop this, he is sorely mistaken, for he opens his mouth to let Lan Zhan kiss him more deeply, one hand fisted in his white robes to hold him close. They have both had to be so careful with the other since the last battle - Wei Wuxian thinks neither of them can be blamed if their skin itches for the touch of the other's hand.

Edited 2020-02-04 07:27 (UTC)

He wraps an arm around Wei Ying's back to cushion him as he presses them both down, lying on top of Wei Ying as he's longed to do for weeks.

"Sorry," he manages before kissing him again, free hand grasping at Wei Ying's hip through the layers of cloth. To finally have Wei Ying after years of dreaming only to have him nearly die in front of him again is too much. He needs skin, he needs to wrap himself in Wei Ying.

Wei Wuxian laughs against his mouth, winding both arms around Lan Zhan's neck to keep him just where he is. He lifts a knee to bracket Lan Zhan's own hips, sighing happily into the next kiss. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "It feels so good to kiss you." Another kiss, and in the next pause between them that he should use to breathe, he says, "I missed it so much."

"Should eat dinner, it is proper time," he murmurs against Wei Ying's mouth, unable to make himself pull away. A lifetime of dedication to self control completely undone for kisses is a trade Lan Zhan is more than willing to make but allowing it is more difficult.

He shifts, hips hitching against his will as he bites along Wei Ying's jaw. "But I want Wei Ying's skin. Need to touch you. Then eat?" he asks, needing some sort of permission he does not fully understand.

"Touch me, then eat," Wei Wuxian agrees, gasping for the path of Lan Zhan's sharp, white teeth. He never knew that biting could feel so good, but it is very much like Lan Zhan, a man of so many hidden wonders, to show him.

"It is Lan Zhan's 'birthday,'" he reasons, should Lan Zhan need further excuse. He looks up at him through his lashes. "He can have anything he wants tonight."

"Not my birthday," he pants, closing his eyes for a moment to try and get hold of himself. That offer, anything, is dangerously tempting and his mind races through his list. How can he possibly choose with Wei Ying underneath him?

He reaches up to untie Wei Ying's hair and then his own before pressing back down, letting his hips roll as his teeth graze down Wei Ying's neck. "Found a book about things men can do. How to do them."

"You did?" Wei Wuxian asks in surprise. He hadn't thought it would be as simple as looking in a book. Is this what Lan Zhan studies for such long hours in the library? "What sorts of thing?" he asks, holding on to Lan Zhan's hips to make his hips roll more firmly through their layers of robes.

"Mm," he mutters, fingers deftly untying Wei Ying's outer robe and greedily pushing underneath to start working on finding skin.

He can feel his face warming at the idea of speaking such things and cannot quite do it. "Can show," he tries instead, breath stuttering as Wei Ying moves underneath him. He's purchased a small vile of oil, necessary to many of the things he'd read but he can't say it, can only think of it inside his pouch still hooked around his waist. He'd thought of putting it in his room but carrying it seemed to offer more opportunity for such things.

Wei Wuxian's hands finally get with the program, helping to part his own robes and reaching to undo Lan Zhan's own. He's always liked that they dress differently than the others here, Lan Zhan looks particularly good in thick, flowing robes, but now they are his enemy. "So many robes," he mutters, yanking the inner one open and quickly leaning up to feel the bare skin of their chests rub together.

"Show me then," he says, rubbing his cheek against Lan Zhan's shoulder like a cat. "I've liked everything you shown me so far."

Lan Zhan takes a sharp breath at the touch of warm skin and impatiently but efficiently shrugs off his robes before leaning down to kiss Wei Ying's brand.

"Bruises from before are all gone," he complains as he bites down below the brand, needing to reclaim what is now his. He can feel Wei Ying hard against him, heart racing at the thought that it is for him and he grinds against him. "Have new places I want to leave them. Will show you."

Wei Wuxian hisses, enjoying the now familiar rush as pain wars with pleasure, the both of them blooming beneath Lan Zhan's teeth. "Lan Zhan is so cruel," he teases, lifting one limber leg high enough to stick his toe in the hem of Lan Zhan's inner pants and tug them down his hips.

"Wei Ying is more meal than man to his eyes."

Lan Zhan does not disagree and lets Wei Ying pull his pants down to his knees before grabbing his leg and pushing it up, taking advantage of Wei Ying's flexibility to bite at the back of his still clothed thigh.

"Wei Ying is free to try and stop Lan Zhan," he murmurs as he keeps hold of the back of Wei Ying's knee and kisses his way along the inside of his leg. "But Lan Zhan has many marks to make."

Wei Wuxian yelps for the sudden, forceful position change, laughing afterward, because of course Lan Zhan will not behave as expected. "Then Lan Zhan should take the rest of my clothes off," he advises, breaths coming faster as Lan Zhan's mouth presses closer and closer to his groin.

"Else I will have to explain to the tailor so many teeth made holes in my robes."

"No one would believe you," Lan Zhan points out before letting go of Wei Ying's leg to yank down his trousers. Lan Zhan cannot ignore a suggestion to unclothe Wei Ying, not after being deprived of the sight.

He immediately kisses along the dark trail of hair leading down from Wei Ying's belly, so entirely different from his own. He pulls out a small vial of oil from his pouch, setting it to the side before licking a stripe up Wei Ying's cock.

Lan Zhan wastes no time, and Wei Wuxian clutches at his head as he kisses his way down his stomach, so much long, silken hair trailing over his skin. "Lan Zhan," he whines, back arching for the sudden hot lick along his cock. Lan Zhan moves so quickly that he can scarcely keep up, but he sees his hand reach for something in his pouch.

"Lan Zhan, what is it?"

"Oil," he answers, pulling back enough to grab it and hold it in front of Wei Ying for his inspection. It is a small vial as Lan Zhan had been uncertain when and if they would need it. He is not certain that Wei Ying will want any of this, but he wanted to be prepared for any outcome.

"There is something inside a man that feels good when touched," he murmurs, free hand dropping to stroke Wei Ying lightly. "Tried it on myself. Liked it. Think you will like it."

Wei Wuxian smiles - of course Lan Zhan has been methodical. Even so, he's a little jealous. If anyone is to be making Lan Zhan feel good, it should be Wei Wuxian! "Inside," he says, feeling a rush of something. Embarrassment, he thinks, but intrigue as well, especially when Lan Zhan's large hand strokes him.

"What is it like?"

"Strange," he admits, leaning over to give Wei Ying a soft kiss, disliking anything right now that feels too far away. He sets the oil down, hand still stroking Wei Ying as he murmurs against his lips.

"But when I found it, very good. Wei Ying does not have to. Lan Zhan can just use his mouth to bring pleasure. Anything Wei Ying wants."

"I want to," says Wei Wuxian. It requires little thought. Lan Zhan clearly wants to, and if it feels good, all the better. He winds his arms back around Lan Zhan's neck, keeping him close long enough for a deeper kiss. Lan Zhan is fully atop him now, miles of warm skin to savor against his own, his hand moving just enough to keep Wei Wuxian eager. "You wish to do it now?"

"Mm," he answers, opening his mouth to Wei Ying's. He lets go of him long enough to roll his hips, needing to press as close as possible before he must pull back to try this.

"Want to bring Wei Ying pleasure. Want to touch him inside," he breathes in between kisses. "Then eat. Then more things. More ways to touch."

Wei Wuxian groans, catching Lan Zhan's hips to move with him, hand slipping lower to clutch at his ass when their bodies slide together just right. Lan Zhan wants so much, and Wei Wuxian wants to give it all to him, to always be the yes in the lifetime of no that Lan Zhan has faced.

Even so, he has never been touched inside before by anything but steel. "Lan Zhan, I - it makes me nervous, but I trust you. You can touch me any way you like."

"Won't hurt Wei Ying," he promises, allowing himself a few more thrusts before he pulls back and grabs the oil. He quickly pours a little on two fingers, remembering the angles he'd finally discovered after several different attempts.

"If you don't like it, tell me," he warns before hitching one of Wei Ying's legs over his shoulder. His fingers drop to circle lightly against Wei Ying, knowing how odd it had felt but hoping Wei Ying is not too startled by it. The book had said these were all things done commonly by men but he's unsure if such things applied to their own people.

Wei Wuxian nearly flinches to find himself suddenly completely open and exposed - even in the comparative peace of Asgard, he's not forgotten to protect his most vulnerable places - but he is with Lan Zhan, and he gradually relaxes...

...only to tense all over again when he feels the odd sensation of Lan Zhan's fingers circling his hole. A ripple of doubt passes through him, not for himself, but for Lan Qiren's long contempt. He swore he'd never hurt his nephew, and here he is, defiling his fingertips. Brow pinched, Wei Wuxian murmurs, "You want this, yes? It's not only to pleasure me?"