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Wei Wuxian's nimble mind is in total arrest, no thought in his mind beyond yes and how? and more. It is fortunate indeed that they are out by the river and not in the dorms, for the sounds Lan Zhan's clever hands ring from him cannot be caught no matter how he tries, and soon Wei Wuxian abandons his own will entirely, whimpers devolving into mewls the longer Lan Zhan strokes him inside and out. "Lan Zhan," he manages, tightly closed eyes cracked to gaze at him in wonder.

Lan Zhan keeps his eyes locked on Wei Ying's as he leans further down until his mouth is hovering above his cock. His finger keeps thrusting and he wants to add another, wants to wring him further apart but he thinks this is enough for now.

They haven't even eaten dinner, yet.

His mouth swiftly replaces his stroking hand as he swallows him down, willing his throat to relax. He wants to crawl inside Wei Ying, wants to be inside him but he won't voice those things, not yet. Won't tell him how much he wants to take him apart entirely.

Lan Zhan's hot mouth closes around him, and Wei Wuxian sobs, clutching at his head when he can no longer reach his shoulders. He hadn't known anything could feel so good, has anyone ever felt as good as he does now? Surely not in Asgard, perhaps not even in the universe beyond.

"Lan Zhan," he groans, "Lan Zhan," and when he's sure he'll either go mad with it or explode, "Lan Zhan, I-I'm going to spend."

Lan Zhan hums around Wei Ying, not wanting him to stop, wanting to swallow him down like he had failed to do the first time. Wei Ying's fingers are buried in his hair and it's wonderful, he wants him to tighten his grip. Maybe he will tell him so, later. Maybe he will ask Wei Ying to touch his hair, again like this.

He sucks hard, trying to coordinate the motion with pressing the correct spot inside, hoping to feel Wei Ying shake apart.

The idea that they have all night, many nights to spend like this is heady and feels dangerous.

The short warning is all that Wei Wuxian can manage, and he soon reverts to gasps and moans, which ratchet up in both volume and pitch the longer Lan Zhan works him. His cheeks hollow around him, drawing him into the tightest heat yet, and as pleasure begins to wind electric down his spine, that thrusting finger makes new light burst behind his eyelids, and Wei Wuxian is lost. He comes, shaking and crying out as it crashes through him, shooting hard against the soft roof of Lan Zhan's mouth.

Lan Zhan pins Wei Ying's hips down with an arm, concentrating on swallowing him down, the taste not as strange as he had expected. Honestly, although he would not likely say so, it tastes very much like much of the food in the Cloud Recesses.

He immediately kisses along the scar on Wei Ying's belly once his mouth is free, gently removing his finger as Wei Ying's body shivers.

"Love you," he murmurs, lips tracing the sharp, low slice. "Love Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian isn't aware of much. His chest heaves, and his body trembles. There's an absence of warmth around his cock but a new warmth against his belly. He's hollowed out and full at the same time, and entirely too alone against his pillow on the floor. "Lan Zhan," he says, half sigh and half whine, reaching in an attempt to tug him closer. "Love you. Please come here."

He immediately crawls back up Wei Ying's body, settling half on top of him as he brushes Wei Ying's tangled, sweaty hair out of his face. He cannot help but run a hand down Wei Ying's still heaving chest, eyes greedy for every piece of him. For being of a similar size, there are so many differences between them and Lan Zhan very much wants to investigate every single one.

"Wei Ying is not too shocked with Lan Zhan?" he asks, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

The fluttering part of Wei Wuxian settles for Lan Zhan's weight resting on him. He winds his arms around him immediately, lifting his face for that wet kiss to his cheek. He still feels as if he could fly apart - or sink into a deep slumber - at any moment, but he rallies for the question spoken in Lan Zhan's low voice.

"Shocked by Lan Zhan everyday," he murmurs. "I love it. Love you." His strange, contradictory, revelation of a love. "So much, Lan Zhan."

"Let your food go cold," he murmurs, kissing along Wei Ying's forehead in apology. "Not proper but wanted you so much. And the house, our house," he manages before his voice betrays him, too much feeling blocking all the things he wants to say.

But Wei Ying understands, he thinks, what all of this means to him. Wei Ying understands Lan Zhan's actions where his words fail.

"Can get Wei Ying food if he wants."

Wei Wuxian slots one eye open towards the dregs of the fire. "Food is near the coals, Lan Zhan," he says, smiling a little. It will be warm, and even if it isn't, Wei Wuxian is used to discomfort after Yiling.

Feeling bold, he pulls Lan Zhan more closely to him. "I don't need food, anyway. Only Lan Zhan." He brushes his nose against his cheek. "I wanted you, too. I've never felt like that, Lan Zhan," he says, not hiding his wonder. "Not ever. You are so good."

"Wei Ying does need food," he protests even as he happily presses closer to Wei Ying. He is still hard but the urgency is not as strong, not if he is able to hold a sated Wei Ying. Not if he was the one to make Wei Ying this way.

He buries his nose in Wei Ying's neck and breathes him in for a long moment, listening to Wei Ying's voice in his ear. Every single night, he could have this. Every night together in their home, wrapped up in each other. It's enough to make him need a careful breath in and back out before he speaks. "Book was informative. Want to find ways to make Wei Ying feel good. Add them to the list."

Wei Wuxian wraps his arm around Lan Zhan's back, stroking his hair and the flesh beneath it. "I cannot believe they have such books in the library," he breathes, "The gods are so naughty!" And so benevolent, for Wei Wuxian's body is still singing from their instructions.

Oh, but - "My poor Lan Zhan," says Wei Wuxian, shifting his leg to feel his neglected erection. "I have been too addled, let me take care of you."

Lan Zhan takes a sharp breath at the press of Wei Ying's leg, trying to keep himself perfectly still as he voices a weak protest.

"Wei Ying needs food," he huffs, afraid that if he doesn't stop now, he won't be able to do so all night. The prospect of a naked Wei Ying spread underneath him for an entire night is enticing in a way Lan Zhan is unsure is acceptable. He's certain he could lose himself entirely for an entire night, likely to Wei Ying's detriment. "Wei Ying did all of this for me. Needs to eat."

"Lan Zhan is so stubborn," Wei Wuxian laments, but he is actually quite hungry after dragging the bed together. He peers out at the land beyond and brightens at the lengthening shadows. "Alright," he agrees, "And then we can watch the sunset over the river as I had originally intended! We must be sure not to obscure the view when all the walls are up."

"Mm," Lan Zhan agrees, kissing Wei Ying's temple as he forces himself to pull away, grabbing at his thin inner robe and pulling it around himself. "Dress and find the best place. I will bring the food." He swiftly ties his hair up in a high bun, a style he would never dare to wear in public, but that is more efficient at home than those of Gusu Lan.

Walking towards the fire, he smiles softly at the carefully wrapped food still warm because of Wei Ying's thoughtfulness. Wei Ying deserves every good thing Lan Zhan can think to give him, tonight.

Wei Wuxian gathers only his innermost robe around himself - knowing them, and Lan Zhan in particular, he won't have need of it for long - stepping onto the grass outside the structure. The folded blanket is waiting where he left it, and he spreads it quickly, smiling up at Lan Zhan as he joins him.

"There's only a few moments left," he says, for the sky is already a burst of colors spanning from the horizon. "Come!"

Lan Zhan swiftly gathers up the food, unwrapping a portion and placing it in Wei Ying's hands in case he get so distracted he fails to eat.

He settles behind Wei Ying, pulling his back to Lan Zhan's chest as they look over the river.

"Beautiful," he says, kissing the back of Wei Ying's head. It's so quiet, so immensely more peaceful than at Odinhaus and Lan Zhan can feel himself relaxing more and more.

"Thank you for this."

Wei Wuxian settles against him with a sigh, soaking up Lan Zhan's warmth like a greedy little sponge. The food does sit in his hands, forgotten in the face of the bright yellows and reds in the sky, only just beginning to fade at the edges into a deep purple. "It looks like this in Yunmeng," he says, leaning in to him.

"I suppose it's too mountainous in Gusu for such sunsets."

"Mm, sun would not dare show such colors in Gusu," he says, pleased with himself for the joke. It is beautiful but Lan Zhan finds himself unable to look away from Wei Ying's profile, watching the animated expressions shift with ease.

He truly is exceptionally beautiful, Lan Zhan's bias aside. He does not understand how more did not try and claim him for themselves.

"Wish I had gone with you, there. Wish this version of me had gone."

"This is - Lan Zhan has made a joke!" Wei Wuxian says in delight, laughing against his chest as the colors wheel overhead. "I told Wen Qing you are funny, but she did not believe me."

He looks down at his food, but once again doesn't raise it to his lips. "I told her about us," he says, twisting to look at Lan Zhan. "She knows what we have promised to each other."

"Hm."

Lan Zhan is very aware that Wen Qing does not have a high opinion of him so he can only imagine her thoughts on the matter. As long as nothing upsetting was said to Wei Ying, he is content.

He cups Wei Ying's hand, trying to gently move the food closer to his face. Lan Zhan has a feeling many meals are missed due to both distraction and talking.

"Want all to know you are mine. Tell whomever you wish. Proud for them to know it."

Wei Wuxian concedes a quick bite, laughing even as he swallows down the warm rice and vegetables. Whatever doubts he has, fearing that Lan Zhan doesn't wish anyone to know about them is not among them. "This is why Lan Zhan bites me so much. If it weren't so many strokes, you would put your name right on my throat for all to see."

That is, in fact, very accurate and the mere idea of being able to have Wei Ying wear his name is enough to make him nose along Wei Ying's throat, dropping soft kisses. He will definitely need to leave a mark tonight, high and visible.

Entirely shameless.

He makes no move to eat his own food as he has made Wei Ying do, too interested in the loose, low cut of Wei Ying's inner robe. Again, entirely shameless. He wraps an arm around Wei Ying's waste, fingers tracing idly over his flat belly. "Seems strange that people are allowed this. To live like this. Be happy like this."

There are times when Lan Zhan says such awful things, and he doesn't even seem to know it. It's true that Wei Wuxian has expected a different life for himself many times over - that he would never leave the Jiang sect, that he could sustain Yiling - but he never hoped he'd be alone.

Even when he'd wandered after their parting at home, he always hoped for a reason to come back. Lan Zhan had no expectation of anything but solitude for most of his life. "This is your life now, Lan Zhan," he says, nudging him with his elbow to remind him of his own food. "Eat food, be happy, and litter me with marks."