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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!"

He actually does not think he can tell him. He can show him but he's afraid of startling him or forcing something Wei Ying doesn't want. He must say it.

He pulls back enough to see Wei Ying's face, expression pained as he tries to say what he has learned. "Can, can put mouth there," he chokes out, ears absolutely burning as he braces himself for Wei Ying's reaction. "Or can put myself there," he tries, gesturing downwards. "May be too much, tonight. Just, thought for future."

Wei Wuxian face blanks with surprise. He knows mouths can go many places, but even there? Still, the strangeness of the thought is not the reason he balks. Whatever it feels like, it surely wouldn't feel as nice for Lan Zhan, still doing all the work when they could do things that make them both feel good. Things that make his blood run hot and fast, excited and apprehensive all at once.

He lifts up on his elbows, cocking his head. "Does Lan Zhan want to put himself there?" he asks, just as Lan Zhan, finding it a little startling to say aloud. "Do you want to put your cock inside me tonight?"

Lan Zhan can feel his cock immediately jump as Wei Ying speaks so easily of such things, betraying his eagerness as he tries to remain calm. He is terrified Wei Ying will suffer through it for him. The book had said it could feel good as a finger had felt good but he cannot help but worry.

He blinks rapidly, looking away as he tries to get himself back under control. A sharp nod is all he can manage as he holds himself above Wei Ying, wondering if should have offered himself in this way, first. He worries he has been selfish and can feel his heart pounding now out of panic than desire.

Lan Zhan looks more as if he is being led to the gallows than offered the heat of Wei Wuxian's body, and after a moment more Wei Wuxian catches him by the shoulders, pushing him down to the sheets so he can crawl on top of him.

"Lan Zhan is too tense," he says, "Especially on a night that has already celebrated such pleasures." He lowers his head, sucking on the jut of Lan Zhan's adam's apple. "Spend in my mouth first," he whispers against his skin. "Let me help you to relax."

He opens his mouth to protest for no reason he can discern but quickly closes it, trying not to fight with himself. His head drops back, back arching against Wei Ying's weight. He nods, not knowing if Wei Ying can even see him but he nods regardless, hoping his enthusiasm is obvious.

"Wei Ying," he breathes. "Want a mark. Under robes." He wants something he can find for himself when this night is over.

Wei Wuxian grins and presses his mouth to the same place high on his throat where Lan Zhan had left a mark, sucking, but only light enough that the pink skin will fade by morning. Then he slithers lower, fixing his mouth to the white skin next to Lan Zhan's chest scar and pulls the skin between his lips as firmly as he can, leaving a mark that will last for a week, if not longer.

He pulls back, breathless, grinning in satisfaction when the blood rushes angrily already from burst vessels, leaning down to give the soft skin of Lan Zhan's side the same treatment. Low on his hip will be next - he feels these marks everywhere, no matter what he's doing, for the near future.