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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 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."