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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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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?"

Lan Wangji is still until Wei Ying's curls in close and kisses him, the assurance enough for him to relax into Wei Ying's hold.

"Do not expect Wei Ying to do the same," he murmurs, wondering vaguely if Wei Ying can taste himself, if Lan Wangji ought to be at all repulsed by the idea. He cannot quite find it in himself to care. "Had you ever even thought of the act, before? Of doing it?"

Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "Never at home. Nie-gonxi had books," he says, grin widening as he recalls Lan Wangji tearing up one of the finest in a spectacular fit. "I knew what it was, but my life was not one in which I could pursue pleasures like this. And here..."

Wei Wuxian shrugs, kissing him again in apology. "I could not imagine that you would do it. I didn't think of it at all."

Wei Ying had assured him that he was not too shocked by Lan Wangji's actions, but he wonders yet again if he is perhaps more deviant than he had imagined. He had certainly thought about doing it to Wei Ying, even before he had read the book.

"There is no need for Wei Ying to do or not do any particular thing," he murmurs, brushing Wei Ying's soft, unruly hair behind his ears. "Am happy with this." After a lifetime of suppressing any physical yearnings, it is something he is more than willing to do, tonight. Wei Ying has not been spending his time reading lewd books and practicing technique. He may need more time.

Wei Wuxian's brow lifts. "Only with this?" He has no intention of allowing Lan Wangji to sleep before he has felt such ecstacies, but of course Lan Wangji would claim to be alright. Stubborn as he is, he could convince himself it was true, too, but Wei Wuxian won't let him.

Even if he is a bit unsure, yet. Not that he wants to - that he knows quite how. "It felt so good, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, catching one of his hands to bring to his mouth. Curious, Wei Wuxian licks a long strip along his thumb. "Was it difficult to figure out?" he asks, pulling his thumb in its entirety into his mouth to suck on.

He shakes his head, lips parting on a shaky breath as Wei Ying's warm tongue wraps around him. Just that, just on his thumb feels entirely decadent and he can feel himself getting hard again, painfully fast.

"Had to practice to make it more comfortable," he manages, hips hitching a little against Wei Ying without his permission. "How to move, to make it wet, to not bite." He presses his face into Wei Ying's neck, already feeling himself come apart.

Wei Wuxian is a fast learner, whip smart and creative. He designed an entirely new form of cultivation - he can certainly figure out how to pleasure Lan Wangji, but even so he commits each small lesson to memory.

He pulls him in and out of his mouth, swirling his tongue to make it wet, keeping his teeth away from tender flesh. "Like this, Lan Zhan?" he asks around the digit, finding a new flush of heat already creeping over him as he imitates what Lan Wangji has done.

Lan Wangji whimpers, a sound he was not even aware he could make as Wei Ying's mouth moves, broken up only by his voice low in Lan Wangji's ear.

He jerks, body restless to try and take over, to press Wei Ying into the bed and simply take his pleasure. But this he must learn as well, how to receive pleasure, how to accept it at the pace of another.

It is maddening. "Please," he whispers as his hips roll softly against Wei Ying, seeking any relief.

Wei Wuxian moans around the finger in his mouth, too moved by the shattered expression on Lan Wangji's face to be still. "I like it," he says, pulling Lan Wangji's hand away. "I want to try it, Lan Zhan."

He sits up, beginning to climb down Lan Wangji's body in the tangled sheets. His eyes, ever tactical, find the edge of the bed. He thinks he will be happy with the leverage there. "Will you sit?" he asks. "Just here?"

It takes a few moments for Lan Wangji to process the request, too aroused and confused to understand the sudden lack of Wei Ying's warmth. He pushes himself to the edge with shaky arms, ears furiously red when he realizes the position that Wei Ying means to take.

"Give me permission," he blurts out, as he tries to convince his body to relax, to allow itself to have this. The idea of simply receiving such pleasure is overwhelming in a way that giving it to Wei Ying had simply not been, not at all. "I - I mean," he stutters before swallowing and forcing himself to concentrate. "Tell me it is permissible, to enjoy this. Tell me I can."

On his knees, Wei Wuxian pauses in moving himself between Lan Wangji's white legs. "Of course you can," he says, his whole being a dizzying mix of aroused, dismayed, and fond. He stops parting Lan Wangji's thighs and instead runs gentle hands over them where they tremble, looking up at him with clear eyes.

"And I want to do this for you," he says, pulling one of Lan Wangji's hands to his own cheek. "I want to make you feel as I did. Please, let me make you feel so good, Lan Zhan."

Something in that plea does is enough for Lan Wangji to let out a long breath, thighs relaxing under Wei Ying's hands. He runs a thumb along Wei Ying's cheek and across his jaw, unable as always to deny Wei Ying anything he wants. Wei Ying understands him, understands what has made him how he is. Wei Ying knows just how to give him permission for something like this and Lan Wangji loves him so fiercely for it.

He nods and spreads his legs a little further hand pushing into Wei Ying's hair to scrape lightly at his scalp. "Please. I want it. Want Wei Ying. Want to feel this."

Wei Wuxian smiles, pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji's palm before he pushes his hand away. "Thank you, Lan Zhan." Sure now of Lan Wangji's comfort, he shuffles closer on his knees, eyes drawn inexorably to where Lan Wangji is hard and straining. His pale flesh is blood dark, startling against the white of the rest of him, and so warm that Wei Wuxian swears he can feel the heat from here.

He takes him in hand, sighing in pleasure for the heat that sears his palm as he leans in, pressing an experimental kiss right to the flushed head of his cock.

There is something immensely startling at being so on display like this, so obviously undone. Even if it is Wei Ying, to be looked at without Wei Ying having the haze of arousal is difficult in a way he is unsure how to explain and the sudden grasp of Wei Ying's cool palm is a welcome distraction.

His eyes are wide as Wei Ying's soft, pink lips touch him, sucking in a sharp breath to try and keep his hips from hitching. This view, this sight is stunning and lewd and so much better than anything he'd ever imagined. Wei Ying's dark hair falls in waves around his shoulders, brushing against Lan Wangji's pale legs. He can see the line of Wei Ying's nakedness, the soft dips and sharp edges and the smudge of his eyelashes. "Wei Ying," he whispers, fingers soft where they rest on top of Wei Ying's head.

Wei Wuxian hums in reply, tongue flicking out to taste. Lan Wangji tastes faintly of salt where he is wettest, and beneath that, something he's never experienced before, save for perhaps in the heat of Lan Wangji's mouth. It's a scent and flavor unique to him, and Wei Wuxian swiftly opens his mouth taste more of it. He pulls Lan Wangji's cock into his mouth, sliding down almost halfway just to feel the weight of him against his tongue.

Gaze flicking up, Wei Wuxian can't help but groan. He feels so full already, and there is so much more to go, seeming miles of hot, velvety flesh, and he sinks down deeper, groaning once more when he realizes he can feel Lan Wangji's pulse against the flat of his tongue.

The wet heat of Wei Ying's mouth punches the breath right out of him, abs contracting and shoulders rolling forward as he tries not to tighten his grasp on Wei Ying's hair. The thought that what he did could have even felt half as good sends a thrill up his spine.

He watches Wei Ying's eyes flicker up as lets out an entirely undignified moan as he sinks lower, pink mouth stretched lewdly. It is so utterly, utterly fantastic and strange and nothing that he'd ever thought he would have that he cannot figure out what to do. He wants to do so many things, wants to sear the way Wei Ying looks into his brain, wants to touch every part of him, wants to run away in fear, a little bit.

"Good," he manages, chest tightening as he pants. "Good, Wei Ying."

Already burning, Wei Wuxian washes hotter still as he watches Lan Wangji struggle above him, almost fighting the evidence of his pleasure, but Wei Wuxian wants to see it all. Locking eyes with him, he begins to move, accepting Lan Wangji into his mouth over and over as Lan Wangji had done to him. The movement speaks to him, these thrusts forward over and over, taking Lan Wangji inside of him. It speaks to a primal need he hadn't known he carries with him, and Wei Wuxian groans again, hollowing his cheeks to suck.

It's just so lewd is all Lan Wangji can think as he watches himself disappear over and over into Wei Ying's mouth. He has never even properly touched himself and to have Wei Ying in such a position, to have this be possible at all is breaking down and rearranging something fundamental inside of him.

When Wei Ying's big, dark eyes lock onto his he cannot stop the humiliating whine as his mouth drops open in shock and pleasure. He wants to curl closer, to try and minimize how desperately exposed he feels but to do so won't allow him to watch Wei Ying's face so he forces himself back onto his elbows where he can stare down the startling expanse of his own skin to watch Wei Ying move. "Wei Ying," he moans, back arching as he cannot stop his hips from pushing up, pressure tightening painfully. He cannot catch his breath, can feel sweat beading and panic warring with pleasure as he huffs out a warning. "Close, close."