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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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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."

That gets a small smile out of Lan Wangji as he runs his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, automatically starting to work out the kinks and knots as he goes.

"Trust Wei Ying. Trust Wei Ying's heart with mine," he assures, having far more faith in Wei Ying's than his own. "Wei Ying must promise not to let me be cold, not to hurt you, either. Using my heart is very new."

"I don't think so," Wei Wuxian muses, chin hooked comfortably against his shoulder. "At least, not with me. You were always angry - that is not cold, and I liked getting a rise out of you, anyway. You were only cold when you were forcing yourself to be so."

He tilts his chin to smile up at him. "It will be so much easier for you now, if you let yourself enjoy it."

He tilts his head in agreement, remembering all to well the burning irritation and indignation that usually accompanied any interaction with Wei Ying. Perhaps not cold, then, perhaps just unbending. But he can learn from Wei Ying, as he has done thus far.

"I will try," he promises, sweeping his fingers back and forth along Wei Ying's cheek. "It is not as easy as that, I don't think. But I will try. Wei Ying is very good at convincing."

Wei Wuxian snorts, eyes fluttering for those thick fingers against his cheek. "I am persistent, that is not the same thing. Besides, Lan Zhan is soft for me."

Which is cheating, and Wei Wuxian is not at all above it, particularly when he twines their naked legs together. "And my charms."

Lan Wangji lets out a small huff of laughter even as he taps Wei Ying's cheek in admonishment and folds Wei Ying's cold feet underneath his own legs.

"Am entirely at Wei Ying's bidding and his control," he says, voice and face serious as he resumes caressing his lovely face. "Entirely soft, only for you. Love you. Like you, who you are."

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