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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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"Mm," he agrees before managing to get the rucked up blanket half underneath him free, spreading it over them both. Lan Zhan is perfectly warm but night is falling and their house will grow cold, something entirely unacceptable for Wei Ying to feel.

"Will continue to find ways to shock Wei Ying. Good for me, too. Good for Lan Wangji to try new things," he murmurs, mind going over the night's events, cataloging them half against his will as such reflection had always been required.

"Think some things I am not doing correctly. Some ways I am, during."

The doubt in Lan Zhan's voice is enough to chase some of the fog from Wei Wuxian's head. "Lan Zhan is perfect to me," he says, lifting the hand from Lan Zhan's shoulder to push into his hair instead. Even so, he's noticed moments cut suddenly short, felt Lan Zhan retreating abruptly in the face of pleasure even just this evening.

"But to yourself," he says, tasting the words before speaking them, "I think you are at times afraid to be kind."

He isn't sure how to say this in a way that won't sound wrong. But he knows it must be said if only to help him try and make sense of it. Wei Ying has always understood how to make Lan Zhan's sparse words into what they ought to be.

"Sometimes it is difficult to let you touch me," he finally says, fingers tightening their hold on Wei Ying in case he try to pull away. "Not, not because of Wei Ying. Not because it is not good. Hard to let myself simply take pleasure. Giving is easier."

Wei Wuxian has gathered as much, and he nods. "I have never experienced anything like the things I have felt with you," he says. He's experienced kindness and love, even devotion, but nothing on the scale that Lan Zhan projects, as if he would burn the whole world down to get to him.

"But I wish for you to feel pleasure, too," he says, gathering Lan Zhan's free hand to hold against his chest. Blood rushes to his cheeks, but Wei Wuxian presses on. "It is important to me. Will it help if we could feel it together?" he asks, fingertips sweeping down past Lan Zhan's belly to ghost against his cock. "If Lan Zhan didn't put his fingers inside of me, but this instead?"

Lan Zhan takes a careful, slow breath as just the light touch and the suggestion of the act makes him flush with desire.

"When Wei Ying is ready for such an act," he murmurs. "Or if not, Wei Ying can do to me. Easier when Wei Ying is receiving pleasure from what we do." He is not entirely certain he could manage to relax enough to take Wei Ying in such a way but he would find a way for Wei Ying. "Just want to do all of this correctly. Wei Ying should not have less because of how I am."

"I have more now than I have ever have," Wei Wuxian shushes him, fingertips against Lan Zhan's bottom lip. The more he thinks on it, the more he does want Lan Zhan inside of him as completely as he can be, their bodies slotted together as if made for the act of pleasing the other.

"And there will be more things," he says, sure of it. He's going to find these incredible books, and he will find every last act he can that Lan Zhan will enjoy. "We have time, Lan Zhan."

He kisses the fingers brushing his lips before turning onto his side to press his forehead to Wei Ying's. "Wei Ying is so good to Lan Zhan," he murmurs, mouth curling into a soft smile.

"Only this, lying here like with you is more happiness both simple and complex than I have ever expected," he says, raking his fingers through the tangles near Wei Ying's temple. "Not, not even expected. Did not know such happiness existed. Wei Ying has given me an entire world."

Color rises to Wei Wuxian's cheeks. He's grown more used to high praises falling from Lan Zhan's lips, but at times he still struggles to believe himself worthy. But he can't deny that there's a light in Lan Zhan's eyes that wasn't there before, a softness in the way that he looks at him.

"I didn't know either," he answers, feeling a little foolish despite the warmth in Lan Zhan's smile. He could have had this so much sooner, he could have listened harder to the clamor within him that only quieted when Lan Zhan was near. He laughs a little, brushing their noses together. "I like this," he says, stretching before curling closer. "Let's hurry and finish this home."

Lan Zhan nods, curling his arms tight around Wei Ying's back as he pulls Wei Ying's head to his shoulder. He can increase his time spent on the house, especially now that the thaw is imminent. They will be in before spring, their rice will sprout and wine will be made.

"Every morning when we live together," he starts, scratching his nails lightly up and down Wei Ying's back as they huddle underneath their blankets. "Will rise at five while Wei Ying sleeps. Will wake you with tea and food after my meditation. Wei Ying can sleep as late as he desires."

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