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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'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."

All at once Lan Wangji's hips rise to meet him, and Wei Wuxian's eyes fly wide in surprise as his cock is pressed even deeper into his mouth. It's startling, but even moreso is the way the forceful invasion makes his toes curl, his hands curling around Lan Wangji's thighs for purchase.

Close, he hears, elated and disappointed all at once, for he knows when Lan Wangji comes this fascinating new inquiry will end, but he wants Lan Wangji's pleasure even more than the discovery. He hollows his cheeks and sucks even harder, hands snaking forward to clasp Lan Wangji's hips to urge him deep.

The permission, however silent, is what pushes Lan Wangji over the edge. The feeling of Wei Ying's hand on his hips, pushing them up, allowing Lan Wangji to take his pleasure is so good and so freeing that he is only partly aware of himself thrusting up one, two more times before he breaks.

The pleasure is wrung out of him, out of the deepest parts of him and it makes him feel wild, makes him want to pin Wei Ying to the floor, thrust against every soft part of him. It makes him want to take and be taken in ways he still doesn't fully understand how to do. It makes him want to scream out and he only just manages to shove his wrist inside of his mouth and bite down before he can summon all of their far too close neighbors. It is all of those things at once unless he is suddenly boneless and collapsed on the bed, teeth still clenched around his arm.

The sight of his stoic Lan Zhan coming undone is enough to distract, and Wei Wuxian's eyes fly wide as the length in his mouth jerks, filling his mouth with wet and warmth. To spit it away would be anathema, and he holds Lan Wangji in his mouth a moment longer, finally pulling back to swallow. He brushes a shaking hand over his mouth, finding it a little used and sore, finding he likes that, too, before he also collapses, head pillowed on Lan Wangji's pale stomach as they both catch their breath.

"I liked that," he murmurs after his lungs are full again, finding Lan Wangji's head to thread with his own.

It takes a moment to detach his arm from his teeth, little red marks left behind but as soon as he does, he lets the hand fall, fingers pushing into Wei Ying's hair.

His other hand threads with Wei Ying's and he tries to gather himself, tries to make sense of what he just felt, how he still feels. He tries to make sense of the sensation of Wei Ying's hair splayed across his belly and that he can have this every day if he likes.

"Liked it, too. Very much," he finally manages, thumb sweeping back and forth across Wei Ying's knuckles. He finds that without the haze of lust, his nakedness is more startling but he forces himself to remain still, to take his cue from Wei Ying who seems entirely unperturbed. He cannot help the creeping anxiety that starts up, however, born of a lifetime of feeling that anything pleasurable ought to be met with swift retribution. "Wei Ying, come up," he asks, trying to keep pleading notes out of his voice. "Please."

Wei Wuxian hears them all the same, pushing up on shaky knees to tumble down next to Lan Wangji, immediately curling to face him. He smiles once they are face to face, rubbing at his own jaw before he pushes his fingers into Lan Zhan's loose hair.

"I liked the sounds you made, too," he happily admits.

"Wei Ying," he huffs, even as he wraps his arms around him and kisses his cheek. He unwinds one arm to tug the blanket up over them, now noticing the chill in the air and how cool Wei Ying's skin feels against him.

He will find them a home where Wei Ying can be warm, every night.

"Do you think this is what it is like for everyone? And they simply live days knowing something like this is possible?" he wonders, trying to picture himself rising in the morning and going about his lessons and daily routine after experiencing this.

"Surely not," Wei Wuxian answers with something very like a giggle as Lan Wangji kisses his cheek. Even as flushed as he is, Lan Wangji's lips feel impossibly warm. "Else how would they ever do anything else with their days?"

He laughs. "I already know I don't want to."

He carefully tucks himself and the blanket around Wei Ying until not a pocket of cold air can reach him and nuzzles the top of Wei Ying's head.

"Did not know it would be like that, that good," he confesses as he splays a big hand on Wei Ying's flat belly. "Thought about touching you, imagined it but did not understand. And I can touch you like that every day, yes?"

Pink cheeked and delighted, Wei Wuxian ruins some of Lan Wangji's blanket work by wriggling closer, tucking his nose against Lan Wangji's collarbone. "I hope you will," he says, looking up after.

"And that you will let me touch you, too." There'd been a moment when he hadn't been sure, however much he knew Lan Wangji desired it.

Lan Wangji rolls onto his back, careful to keep Wei Ying close as he pulls him against his chest, running one hand down his spine. He knows Wei Ying had felt his hesitation, his struggle and he knows that Wei Ying and only Wei Ying understands why.

"Want Wei Ying to touch," he manages, trying to prevent the words from escaping him as they so often do and thankful again that Wei Ying usually understands, regardless. "Difficult but I do want it. Used to think I abhorred it. Think I was afraid of it."

Wei Wuxian huffs. "The whole of Gusu is designed to make you abstain from pleasure to the point of fearing it." He holds on to Lan Wangji for a moment, thinking of the stripes on his back. His love for Wei Wuxian had put those marks there, along with scars on his heart. Gusu had been right to fear pleasure when it could end so ruinously, but that cannot always be the case. After all, what could be the point of living if it is done without ever experiencing joy?

"I won't make you suffer for loving me," he promises quietly. "I won't."