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Wei Wuxian has grown fond of a good many things that once used to annoy him about Lan Wangji. Once known beneath that implacable veneer, the man really isn't stodgy at all, but he does still restrict himself to set activities at set times. Today, this works perfectly with Wei Wuxian's plans.

It is 5pm.

5pm means it's time for dinner, and Lan Wangji will be exiting the library in search of it. Only he needn't search for long! Wei Wuxian is there when he passes through the door from the library, beaming at him with a steaming cup of tea in hand.

"We're going for a walk!" he explains as he places the cup in one of Lan Wangji's hands and seizes the other. "You might get thirsty."

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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.

"Wei Ying," he groans at the sharp sting each mark makes, finding it so much easier to enjoy with that hurt behind it. He would be squirming if he wasn't Hanguang-Jun but he can't stop his hips from trying to push up a little. His eyes open to look down at the top of Wei Ying's head, still a startling to see him in such proximity to flesh Lan Zhan had been prohibited from thinking about.

"Please," he breathes, desperate now that Wei Ying's perfect mouth is close enough to feel hot breath.

Wei Wuxian reaches for one of Lan Zhan's hands, winding their fingers together as he nudges his thigh higher, sucking yet another mark into the soft inner flesh, remembering how the sting of it had gone right to his own cock.

Only then does he look towards the place that has his mouth wet and hungry, a dark thatch of hair and the long, blood red length straining out of it. "Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian whispers, opening his mouth to suckle reverently at the head of his cock, moaning when a familiar flavor bursts against his tongue.

Lan Zhan squeezes Wei Ying's hand as his breath is punched out of him. It hurts it's so good, wrenches something inside him that has him on the edge ridiculously soon.

His grip doesn't waver, thankful that Wei Ying knows to ground him like this. He's so thankful, so in love. He can hear himself making desperate noises and bites at the back of his free hand out of habit

Pleasuring Lan Zhan is a bit of a battle, though most of the battle occurs within Lan Zhan himself. He'll moan like the dying if Wei Wuxian stops, just as he will if Wei Wuxian continues, his body still so unused to pleasure that it isn't sure if it should stay, strike, or run. Wei Wuxian tights his hold on his hand as he sinks lower, letting Lan Zhan slide along the generous flat of his tongue.

"Want," he pants out, legs spreading further as he tries to keep his hips from thrusting up. He can't think like this, can't think through what he ought to do or say. All he knows is want and desperation and that he needs Wei Ying.

"Together. Touch you, please," he begs, not ready to finish yet, not when he could be pressed against Wei Ying. Not when he could watch Wei Ying fall apart underneath him at the same time.

Wei Wuxian's brow lifts, but it isn't really so surprising that even though he's already made Wei Wuxian come, Lan Zhan refuses to do it himself without him. Wei Wuxian lets his cock slide from his lips, pressing a kiss to the tip before he crawls up Lan Zhan's body. He settles down against him, teeth in his bottom lip for the drag of his own cock against Lan Zhan's belly, hard and aching from the moment he first put Lan Zhan in his mouth. Shifting up on an elbow, Wei Wuxian takes both their cocks in his hand, stroking them together and moaning for the immediate burst of pleasure. "Like this, Lan Zhan?"

He groans, grasping at Wei Ying's hips to hold him closer. He thrusts open now, wantonly and more free, something about Wei Ying pressed against him always giving him a freedom he cannot find on his own.

His fingers slide down, seeking out where Wei Ying is still wet wet before pushing two inside, still so hot and tight around him. "Like this," he growls, nipping at Wei Ying's chin.

Wei Wuxian gasps, going still as Lan Zhan's finger returns, this time with a friend. The pressure is so much more, the sensation of being full so much more intense, and he closes his eyes, breathing for a moment before he rocks back against them. "Lan Zhan," he manages, at last remembering to move his hand around their cocks pressed so tightly together, slicked with only precum and sweat.

"Would this not be better with more oil?"

"Yes," Lan Zhan pants, blinking as he realizes his error. "Yes, sorry, just." He grunts, not willing to let Wei Ying off of him and removes his fingers, scooting them both close to the edge of the blankets to grab the vial of oil.

He wills his hand steady as he pours a little on their cocks and then slicking his own fingers up. "Is, is this okay? Didn't ask, just did. Is it okay?" he asks, fingers skirting along Wei Ying's lower back.

Lan Zhan looks so anxious, and Wei Wuxian leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. "It's alright," he says, "Only, warn me if you are next to use three." He looks down at Lan Zhan's cock, held close and slick against his own. Lan Zhan's fingers are so large. Three would be like his cock, he thinks, a thought that makes Wei Wuxian's heart race. He will need wine, perhaps, before such an occasion.

Mind returning to the task at hand, Wei Wuxian pumps his wrist, sighing when the slide is so much easier. "It's so good, Lan Zhan," he says, turning pleasure drunk eyes on him. "I like doing these things with you so much."

Lan Zhan nods, silently berating himself right up to the point where Wei Ying's clever hand moves again and then he cannot think of a single thing other than want. His head tips back, eyes fluttering shut as he pushes into Wei Ying's warm hold.

"Like them with Wei Ying so much," he agrees, fingers sliding down again and entering slowly and carefully, moving gently in time with Wei Ying's movements. His toes curl against the blankets, already so close. "Can't, can't last."

Wei Wuxian groans for the sight of Lan Zhan's expression tightening, knowing that control is soon to shatter as the movements of Wei Wuxian's hand overtake him. Eager to see it, Wei Wuxian's wrist moves faster, managing to curl his thumb over the sensitive head of Lan Zhan's cock as he strokes him. "You can come," he says. His poor Lan Zhan has been so patient already. "I want you to. Please come for me, Lan Zhan."

Lan Zhan has steadily been getting worse and worse at denying Wei Ying anything he truly wants and this is no exception. Those words, please come for me, coming from Wei Ying's mouth destroy him. His fingers pull out roughly to grab at Wei Ying's hips, desperate sounds wrenched from his throat as he comes so hard it hurts. He forces his eyes open, wide and shocked as they lock onto Wei Ying's, looking for him to somehow make this bearable.

"Wei Ying," he groans, back still arched and twisting as he rides it out. "Wei Ying, please."

Wei Wuxian's eyes close for the first rush of wet over his knuckles, savoring the sound of Lan Zhan's cries, but they slot open at once when he calls his name. Lan Zhan looks wrecked, brow pinched even in the throes of orgasm, and it won't do at all. Wei Wuxian opens his mouth, letting everything he's feeling tumble past his lips. "So beautiful, Lan Zhan," he says, stroking him, "I can't believe I get to see you like this." He leans forward, letting one of those moans vibrate against the lips he presses to Lan Zhan's throat. "Hear you like this!"

Lan Zhan's eyes fill and he can't understand why because it is not sadness. It is simply so much and his Wei Ying's beloved voice is saying the most magnificent things and he doesn't understand how people process this much pleasure.

"Can I touch you again?" he pants, hands still gripping Wei Ying's hips like a vise. He wills his tears not to fall, not to ruin this. "Please, please Wei Ying. Let me touch you."

Wei Wuxian nods, trying to shift, but Lan Zhan's hands are too powerful and hold him fast. "Only if I can come down there and kiss you," Wei Wuxian negotiates, again trying to lie down on his side next to Lan Zhan. His eyes are too bright, and Wei Wuxian needs to chase the dampness away with his mouth and fingertips.

"Mm," he agrees, fingers loosening and wrapping lightly around Wei Ying's back as he slides off of Lan Zhan. He turns over on his side, leaning in for a kiss. He pushes his free hand through Wei Ying's hair, gone wavy and wild as it always ought to be.

"Sometimes it shocks me how beautiful Wei Ying is," he murmurs, letting out a shaky breath. "It shocks me I ever kept this to myself. Shocks me the whole world did not know how much I loved you."

Perhaps they had. Wei Wuxian is a bit too addled in this moment to ponder it, but Jin Guangyao had held a garrote to Wei Wuxian's throat and declared he held Lan Zhan's life in his hands. And when he considers the gentle threats Lan Xichen had leveled his way...it is very possible that only Wei Wuxian did not know.

"Lan Zhan has special eyes," he murmurs, brushing at the edges of them now with his thumbs before he kisses him tenderly. If he is beautiful, only shijie and Lan Zhan have ever said so. "He sees what others do not."

"Ridiculous," he huffs, his turmoil of emotions swiftly narrowed to simple indignation as he rolls on top of Wei Ying, framing his face. "Wei Ying has the finest face in all Cultivation. Bothered me, how many sets of eyes would follow you always. Wanted their eyes off you but knew it was hopeless. Features too fine, too lovely," he says, his fervor managing to string together more coherent thoughts than he has managed since they started touching, again.

He strokes his fingers across that fine face, marveling that such a face and heart has chosen him.

Lan Zhan moves so swiftly, speaks so fervently, Wei Wuxian can only look up at him in surprise. He closes his eyes as those fingertips trace his features, for a moment wishing he could see himself as Lan Zhan does. Even if he never manages it, it's enough that Lan Zhan loves him so much, and Wei Wuxian smiles, catching one of Lan Zhan's hands with his own.

"You could be speaking of yourself, Twin Jade of Lan."

"You truly do not understand what you look like," Lan Zhan murmurs, dragging his thumb across Wei Ying's perfect bottom lip. He'd always assumed part of Wei Ying's confidence was because of how striking his looks were. He finds he hates many different people a little bit for making Wei Ying feel so. Madam Yu is certainly near the top of that list.

"On your belly," he commands. "Won't hurt you. Will just show you how you look to me."

Again Wei Wuxian's brows lift, but he complies, rolling beneath Lan Zhan until the sheets are against his chest and stomach. It feels nice, the pressure against his still half hard cock, the weight of Lan Zhan's warm body bearing him down. "I know you won't hurt me," he says, half-contented even if he's still confused. "What can Lan Zhan show me when I am facing the pillow?"

"Can prove," he clarifies, immediately pushing Wei Ying's hair out of the way to kiss along the pale, soft skin on the nape of his neck. His hands rest on Wei Ying's shoulders before sliding down, feeling every dip and rise of his lean muscles.

"This skin is almost never seen," he starts, lips moving his hairline. "Always far more pale than the rest. When Wei Ying puts his hair all the way up, feels as if everyone is seeing you naked. I cannot concentrate, cannot think when your hair is up."