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Lan Wangji tightens his hold as they near the apartment, having now left a window unwarded rather than enter through the main doors. He has found when on his own, he far prefers to avoid such common areas. He once rode the elevator box with a stranger and it was exceedingly uncomfortable. He touches down on the small, metal landing outside the window of the sleeping quarters and raises it with a wave of his hand. "Stay here all night with me," he blurts out. "Stay every night. Too cold for burial grounds. Stay in my bed, with me."

Wei Wuxian steps onto the landing, turning to look at him before he ducks through the window. "Of course I will," he answers, as if it's always been so simple. When he'd arrived he'd been unsure of Lan Wangji - certain of his goodness, of course, but not his feelings towards what Wei Wuxian had become. But, impossibly, Lan Wangji loves him. He has no need to stay away from him. He'll need to spend regular time in the burial grounds if he is not to use the Tiger Seal, but he can do that in the daytime. And at night, he can enjoy the warmth of Lan Wangji's bed, his skin, his mouth.

He laughs a little. "I should have started ages ago."

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Wei Wuxian flushes as the evening air hits his shoulders, the cool of it welcome as he burns beneath Lan Wangji's intense gaze. Every inch of skin tingles in the wake of Lan Wangji's lips, and he closes his eyes as the tip of his nose trails along his still silk-encased length, trying his best not to shift his hips forward and more firmly against Lan Wangji's beautiful face.

Fingers trembling, he presses his hands into the sheets and carefully lifts his hips, allowing Lan Wangji to drag his pants away. "Lan Zhan, I'm nervous," he admits. He wants what they are about to do so much, but is it right to ask of a man like Hanguang-Jun? Will he not taint him after all? "Won't I debase you?"

It takes Lan Wangji a long moment to respond, a little stunned yet again at all of Wei Ying's skin in front of him, his to touch and his to savor. He carefully lays Wei Ying's pants down next to his own robes pushes up to scoot Wei Ying a little further up the bed. He'd thought of doing it like this, on his knees like this but he thinks Wei Ying might like it closer, this time.

"Wei Ying could never debase Lan Wangji," he says, kissing up a pale, thigh as he runs his hand up and down Wei Ying's shin. The hair is there is also dark and more course than his own and he likes it, likes the texture of it against his palm. "Every part of Wei Ying is something I am honored to touch. Want to touch every part. But we do not have to do anything. Can just kiss. Anything," he says, realizing he may have pushed too hard.

"I want to," Wei Wuxian says quickly, for that need in him hasn't flagged once since the dance floor. "I want it so badly I almost fell off your sword three times," he mutters, going quiet again as Lan Wangji's large hands trail over his leg.

For most of his life, he thinks he's made the right decisions. Apart from a few horrific mistakes, he thinks he's made them for the right reasons, too, but he is Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Laozu. One can only hear that they are the scourge of the cultivating world so many times before they begin to believe it. "I like you so much," he says, feeling a spike of anxiety as his throat goes hot. Why now, of all times, does he feel like weeping?

"I only want to be something that is good for you. Your - your family would not approve of what we both want to do."

He frowns at the anxiety on Wei Ying's face, quickly divesting himself of his pants and inner robe so they are in equal, at least in this vulnerability. He settles on top of Wei Ying, pushing his hair away from his forehead to kiss the lines of worry.

"Family would not approve of many things, no matter who I loved," he says, tracing Wei Ying's high cheekbone. "Believe in what Wei Ying taught me, what I finally stood for. Uncle would have whipped me thirty three times. Banished for three years. Every day bound to the cold pool cave. No longer care what family would approve of," he finishes, fierce and heated. He loves his family. He loves Cloud Recesses. But Wei Ying is his heart and home.

Wei Wuxian's arm comes around Lan Wangji's waist as he settles over him, anchoring him when Wei Wuxian feels as if his racing heart might carry him away. "You are certain," he realizes, gazing into Lan Wangji's eyes.

He's not a fool. Wei Wuxian knows what love is. It's what he shared with shijie, and once with Jiang Cheng. It's what drove him to saving the Wens when the whole of the cultivating world stood against them. Adoration is why he pursued Lan Wangji's company, even when rebuffed by circumstance or the man himself. Wei Wuxian isn't afraid to love, only that - like Lotus Pier, like the Wens, like shijie's poor husband - they will hurt because he loves them, but Lan Wangji won't be hurt.

Wei Wuxian doesn't need to protect him from this.

"Oh," he exhales, hot tears spilling down his cheeks after all. "Lan Zhan. I can love you, too. I love you!"

Lan Wangji was expecting neither tears nor such a declaration and he cannot help but panic a little as he tries to wipe at Wei Ying's face and process the words all at the same time.

He knows Wei Ying loves him, in some way. Wei Ying is full of love and Lan Wangji is lucky to have basked in that warmth at all. But this type of love...

"Like - like I love you?" he asks, needing to be certain, needing to be certain that this is not like the touching at the club, apparently free for anyone who wants it. He wants to know that this is just for him.

Wei Wuxian nods, brow furrowing even as he smiles like one unhinged. "I think so. It must be so, Lan Zhan," he says, pushing up on an elbow, unable to simply lie here under the weight of it all. "I want to live with you. I want to sleep in your bed every night, I want to sleep with you! I want to night hunt with you forever, and others may come sometime, but you must always be there."

He shakes his head. "It has to be you. I don't want to be apart from you again. I want to make sure no one harms you, and make you happy, and help you, and I want you to kiss me for it. Is that it?" Wei Wuxian smiles at him. "Is that how you feel?"

He is utterly, utterly stunned. It is not that he did not think Wei Ying capable of such love or even entirely that he is surprised Wei Ying loves him, although that is part of it. Lan Wangji is cold and unfriendly and rigid and he knows Wei Ying could find someone easier to be with.

No, it is also that after years of turmoil and strife and actual death, he'd not known if Wei Ying's heart could make room for this sort of thing. He realizes he can feel his eyes burning and ducks his head to press his forehead to Wei Ying's chest, nodding. "Yes, like that," he manages, throat aching as he kisses Wei Ying's bony shoulder.

"Why is Lan Zhan crying?" Wei Wuxian asks with a gentle laugh, as if his own tears were not still drying on his cheeks. He kisses the top of Lan Wangji's bent head. "We will be together. You will protect me, and I will protect you. We will track down every evil, and protect the good. And then we will come back here, or - "

He laughs again. "A home that we find on the river. And then we will kiss all night, or do the other things that you have read about."

Lan Wangji does not know how to properly explain how long he has carried this inside, believing it would always be his secret, believing that it could never be reciprocated. He does not know how to properly express what it felt like to lose Wei Ying as he did, to face a lifetime barred from even speaking his name.

He knows he cannot, knows he is not good enough with words so he must kiss Wei Ying, instead. He must kiss his still laughing lips and press his hips down, his body now his only conduit for expressing all he feels. He wraps an arm around Wei Ying's thigh and hitches his legs apart, hips moving not unlike Wei Ying had tried to show him in that crowded place.

Wei Wuxian groans, letting Lan Wangji's weight bear him back to the sheets, hands catching his hips as he moves so beautifully. "Yes, this," he sighs, arching up to meet each heady thrust that drags their bodies together, legs spreading even wider to cradle him in against his slender form. "This, every night. Every day," he adds, reckless and greedy now that he knows it's possible.

"Will hold Wei Ying to that," he growls, pushing in for another kiss before he slides down Wei Ying's body, feeling him hot and hard against his belly. This is a view he'd not had, their first night, miles of pale skin stretched out and all for Lan Wangji. He studies the way Wei Ying's sharp hipbones give way to a flat belly, waist small and curved in a way Lan Wangji's is not. He has only ever had his own body for reference and he is hungry for every single difference, every single detail that makes up Wei Ying's. His hands trace along every observation, thumbs digging into Wei Ying's hips as he kisses along the mysterious scar.

"If Wei Ying does not like this, tell me to stop," he murmurs as he turns his head and takes Wei Ying in hand, tongue tracing along a prominent vein.

Wei Wuxian knows that he will like it, no matter how it feels. His entire being feels free and light in a way he hasn't since boyhood, every drop of blood thrumming through his veins rejoicing beneath Lan Wangji's attentions, and he drops his head back with a heartfelt groan as Lan Wangji's hot tongue traces his length.

If so little pressure and heat feels so good already, how is he meant to keep his senses through this?

Wei Ying seems, so far, to enjoy it. There was a small part of Lan Wangji that was afraid it would be too shocking even for Wei Ying and he is glad to see the pleasure break over Wei Ying's delicate, lovely face.

He feels so hot against his tongue as he traces up where Wei Ying is growing wet and slick. He remembers what the book had said about technique, thinks about what he had learned with various vegetables he had practiced on and closes his mouth around what fits comfortably, fingers firmly around the rest.

Good is the first thing he thinks before he slowly starts to move. He likes this, he likes how entirely debauched and devoted he feels, doing this. All for Wei Ying, always.

"Āiyā, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian whines as he sinks down, enveloping him in slick, velvety heat. Blood rushes to his cock so swiftly that he's dizzy with it, growing even harder against Lan Wangji's tongue as he moves. It's so immediately, deliriously good that Wei Wuxian can't summon a single word that isn't his beloved's name. He sinks fingers into his hair, so overwhelmed his nerveless fingers can't hold on even to the silken strands, dragging artlessly against his scalp.

Lan Wangji groans around Wei Ying at the scrape of his fingers in his hair. He wants that, wants more of that, wants Wei Ying to take hold of him. His free hand flies up to press Wei Ying's hand more firmly against his head, eyes fluttering shut as he concentrates on slowly lowering further down. It is more difficult than in practice because of the distraction Wei Ying provides, the sight and taste of him, the feeling of him hot inside his mouth.

The sounds he makes are enough to have Lan Wangji painfully, wantonly hard. It feels sacred to do this, to lie in between Wei Ying's legs and be the only person to have touched him this way. He'd always assumed such acts would be filthy, base in a way he simply was not. In this, as with so many things, he was entirely ignorant. He can feel his own hips moving against the bed in time with the bobbing of his head but does not care to stop himself or detract from any part of the pleasure they are creating.

Wei Wuxian manages to grip his hair with Lan Wangji's help, fingertips perhaps too blunt against his scalp as he holds on as tightly as he'd held him while flying, his every breath seemingly trapped in his chest and escaping only in broken moans. He's never felt anything as entirely, ceaselessly good as the passage of Lan Wangji's hot mouth working over him, and even so his hips seem to know to hitch upward, seeking even more.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian pleads, not certain what he's asking for but aching for it all the same. "Lan Zhan."

He does not know what to do in response to Wei Ying's pleading, can only vaguely imagine what something wet and hot might feel around him and tries sucking harder and faster. He vaguely thinks he might like to try and go slow, sometime, to explore Wei Ying's body with more diligence but he is not certain this is the time to ask that kind of patience.

He is not certain he has that kind of patience, tonight. The hand that is not wrapped around Wei Ying slides around to grab Wei Ying's thigh, trying to encourage his hips to move. He likes every type of proof that Wei Ying enjoys this, likes the idea of Wei Ying taking his pleasure from him. He grunts around Wei Ying again as his hips work against the soft sheets and hopes he does not finish too quickly, just from this.

Wei Wuxian scarcely makes a sound when stabbed, yet he whimpers like the dying as Lan Wangji's cheeks hollow, holding him in an exquisite vice as he moves. Every so often, the tip of his tongue brushes at the sensitive head of his cock, and Wei Wuxian's grip on his hair tightens, on the cusp of dragging him down harder even as Wei Wuxian uses the last of his sense to fight the impulse.

It's simply too good, and he feels his belly tightening, a pressure building where his golden core used to be. "Lan Zhan," he tries again, "I - I'm - "

He does not know how to encourage this, to give permission to let go with his mouth full. He thinks, briefly, about nodding but is worried about moving his teeth too much, remembering the small puncture marks left on the first cucumber he had practiced with. He pulls off, instead, just enough to rasp out a "Do it, want it," before pushing back down with a wet noise.

It is more wet than he'd imagined, noises lewd and loud in the quiet room only drowned out by Wei Ying's own pleas. Lan Wangji knows he will remember each and every noise Wei Ying makes.

Wei Wuxian makes a small, desperate sound as the heat around him disappears, but no sooner are Lan Wangji's words rasped into the space between them does his mouth return, and Wei Wuxian feels that he will choke on the sudden return of so much pleasure.

He grips Lan Wangji's hair, hips lifting off the bed to thrust one, twice, into the waiting heat of his mouth, and on the third the pressure erupts and spills over, ecstasy bursting like a firework at his core as he comes into the soft, damp cavern of Lan Wangji's mouth.

Lan Wangji's eyes snap open at the flood of wetness, a little shocked as this is the part he was unsure how to practice but immediately taken with the sight of Wei Ying. He is writhing and the sounds he is making Lan Wangji realizes he must hear every night.

He pulls off to swallow, noting that there is a strange fruity taste that must be from the lurid alcohol Wei Ying was consuming and simply breathes for a long moment. Wei Ying is devastatingly beautiful like this and he presses reverent kisses to his belly, his own arousal nearly forgotten with the crush of love he feels.

Wei Wuxian is a wreck atop the sheets, panting and boneless. He feels both heavy and light at once, body still singing with orgasm, yet so relaxed he feels he could melt into the earth.

"Lan Zhan," he breathes, for a moment too destroyed to sit up, but he manages to get an elbow beneath himself so he can look at him. He looks like Wei Wuxian feels, disheveled and a bit wild eyed, his mouth wet and lips swollen pink. "Lan Zhan has..." he begins, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You swallowed it?"

He freezes at Wei Ying's surprise, afraid that it was too distasteful, that Wei Ying would be repulsed by it.

"The book said it was an option," he murmurs, having never really given much thought to other ways to discard it. It seemed very much like it would be a rejection of the act, to do so.

"I can clean my teeth if Wei Ying prefers," he offers, arousal flagging in the wake of his uncertainty.

Wei Wuxian grins, flopping back to the sheets with both hands around Lan Wangji's arms to drag him up. "Lan Zhan is so surprising," he says, tugging until they are side by side and he can curl in close. He can't stop staring at his mouth, pretty and wet yet with no traces of himself that Wei Wuxian can see.

"What was it like?" he asks, leaning in to kiss him gently. "Shall I swallow it too?"