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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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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."