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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."

Lan Zhan hooks his chin over Wei Ying's shoulder, holding Wei Ying close for a few moments as he contemplates that. This house, this man, this river and those rabbits are now his life. He can enjoy them as he likes without consequence. Lan Zhan knows it is not correct that the happiness the thought brings is weighed with almost nauseating fear but he does not know how to rid himself of it.

He finally pulls back enough to carefully unwrap his own food, smiling softly as he sees Wei Ying has prepared a vegetarian meal for him. "Lan Zhan will leave many marks before night is over," he promises before taking a few neat bites.

Wei Wuxian shivers for the quiet promise in his voice, forcing a few more mouthfuls down as the sun slips beneath the horizon in a final burst of light. The colors will stain the sky a little longer, but Wei Wuxian still sighs, always a little transfixed by the transient delight of a sunset.

He leans his head back against Lan Zhan's shoulder, baring his throat. He knows he should eat more, especially if they get up to all the activities he hopes for, but he'd rather do this.

Lan Zhan carefully sets down his food as Wei Ying leans back against him, immediately drawn to the bare skin in front of him. He ought to convince Wei Ying to eat more but he's too selfish to deny himself.

He pulls Wei Ying's hips back flush against himself, moving gently against him as he nips along Wei Ying's neck. Wei Ying's skin is still lit up softly by the waning light and he wants to see more of it like this. His fingers slip into his robe, pulling it apart until he can touch Wei Ying's bare chest.

"Like Wei Ying like this. Like you on our land, in our home."

Despite all he'd done to bring this evening together, Wei Wuxian finds himself unprepared for how those simple words affect him. Their land, their home. His Lan Zhan. Long fingers part his robe, baring the entirety of the front half of his body to the sky, but it's Lan Zhan he wants to give it to. He turns in his arms, moving to straddle him so he can push Lan Zhan's own robes from his shoulders, dragging his head up for a kiss.

Lan Zhan's lets out a surprised huff when he suddenly finds Wei Ying in his lap but immediately wrenches free of his robe and wraps his arms around his back, holding him close as he is kissed. Their bare chests are warm everywhere they touch and it is thrilling to be like this in the cold, winter air.

He is hard again, almost painfully so and his mind spins with all the other things he had learned but just this is so good. He likes the weight of Wei Ying in his lap and lets out a moan as he thrusts up against him.

Wei Wuxian sucks on his tongue, meeting those rolls of his hips with his own. He reaches down, taking Lan Zhan's hard length in hand. "Poor Lan Zhan," he murmurs, "You have been so patient, and for so long. What do you want?" he asks, stroking him even as he bends his head, sucking on the white flesh behind Lan Zhan's ear. "You can have anything."

He doesn't know, he doesn't know what he wants. He wants too many things to even narrow it down but that permission, anything, makes him think of things even he had found shocking. He wants those things.

His grip tightens further as he stands with Wei Ying's legs still around his hips, letting his robe fall away to the grass. They need the bed for these things, privacy.

"Wei Ying doesn't know the things I want," he warns, carrying him over to their temporary bed.

Wei Wuxian laughs and clutches at him when he is lifted, sprawling atop the mismatched sheets when he's lowered. He hooks a foot around Lan Zhan's waist, trying to drag him down with him. "I'm not afraid," he says, tilting his neck in the way he knows often prompts Lan Zhan to bite him. "I like your surprises."

If only he'd thought to find a book, then he could surprise Lan Zhan, too, assuming there's anything Lan Zhan has not already thought of...

Lan Zhan complies, rolling his hips down as he fulfills his promise to mark Wei Ying, biting high on his neck where robes will not touch. He wants this on display, unable to be easily covered and unable to mistake for anything else.

He yanks his hair out of its knot, letting it spill down once again. "Your hands in my hair," he demands as he sucks at Wei Ying's soft skin. "But hold it tight."

He grabs at the oil, pulling it closer. He is uncertain Wei Ying is truly ready for all they can do, but this can be useful in many ways.

Wei Wuxian gasps for the pressure of Lan Zhan's mouth, knowing that there will be a bruise before the moon has fully risen. At Lan Zhan's command, he winds his fingers through those silken strands as he is accustomed to doing whenever able, but he soon realizes Lan Zhan must mean closer to his head.

"Like this?" he asks, scraping blunt fingernails along Lan Zhan's scalp as he finds purchase. It reminds him of when Lan Zhan takes him in his mouth, and his cock gives a jerk of interest.

"Yes," he moans, against Wei Ying's skin, hooking a hand around Wei Ying's knee to spread his legs further. That sharpness makes the pleasure easier to take, gives him permission to take it and he's a little afraid that's wrong but he wants to be able to enjoy himself so badly. He wants to lose himself in Wei Ying.

"Wei Ying," he pants, eyes closed as he tries to get this out. "Were other ways to be inside. Other things to put inside. I could try or, or you could do to me if they are distasteful."

Wei Wuxian scrunches his eyes closed. Even for Lan Zhan, the statement is cryptic, and he lifts his head, trying to determine what would be most pleasurable for Lan Zhan from his expression alone. "It cannot be distasteful if it is you," he promises. "You can tell me. Lan Zhan," he says, a little petulant, "I want to make you feel good also!"