bday ~ dday

[yiling_laozu]

It's horrible.

Wei Wuxian pokes the thing that emerges from the oven, watches it jiggle, then pokes it again.

It's varying shades of grey and an ill sort of green, smells of garlic and carrots, and according to the box Wei Wuxian had used it's called a vegetable loaf. It's an awful name, but Lan Wangji will no doubt love it, provided that Wei Wuxian's use of three different types of lentils doesn't prove too flavorful. If it does, Lan Wangji is unlikely to tell him, Wei Wuxian thinks as he busies himself in the kitchen, trying to clean up the worst of the chaos before Lan Wangji returns from town, new sheet music in tow. He's still got a few gluten free oats stuck to his cheek when he hears the door open, and Wei Wuxian tramples over fallen cherry tomatoes to call out -

"You're early! Stay in the front room!"

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[lan_wangji]

He wastes no time, pushing in and up with his fingers moving them in the same rhythm as his mouth, hips twitching with the desire to move, to be inside that tightness.

"Wei Ying feels good," he rasps as he pulls off just enough to talk, watching Wei Ying's chest heave and stutter. He licks at the head of his cock, fingers still clutching Wei Ying's, never more grateful for his gift of coordination. "Want to watch you like this, again. Feel you around me. Does Wei Ying want that someday, me in you?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's length jerks against his lips. He nods, gathering himself enough to speak, but it's difficult. Lan Wangji's fingers feel enormous inside him, pulling as much pleasure from him as discomfort, and Wei Wuxian very much wants to feel this again. "Your fingers fit," he manages, shifting his hips down to rock against them, toes curling as they brush that wonderful spot. "Your cock could, too."

And then he could feel this and kiss him, too, see him hovering over him mere inches away, or perhaps beneath him, gasping up at Wei Wuxian when he sits in his lap and takes his cock inside him. "It would be good, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

He surges up, unable to stop himself as he kisses Wei Ying, pushing their joined hands above Wei Ying's head as he pushes his fingers in a little harder, little faster, curling up relentlessly each time.

"I would take you like this," he whispers against Wei Ying's mouth, long hair spilling over his shoulders onto Wei Ying's lovely skin. "My Wei Ying under me. My Wei Ying warm around me. Perfect."

He kisses him again, meeting Wei Ying's hips with every push, his clever Wei Ying who moves so perfectly.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian groans, trembling as Lan Wangji holds him down, hovering close and filling up his vision. "Just like this," he breathes, feeling Lan Wangji's hot breath against his lips, silken hair caressing him like a touch. He feels hypersensitive, each strand an individual whisper against his skin, and then Lan Wangji is kissing him, kissing him and fucking him with his flingers, and Wei Wuxian is rapidly coming undone. Like this, the brushes to his cock are fleeting, but it's all he needs as Lan Wangji's long fingers work.

"Lan Zhan," he pleads against his mouth, "I'm going - I'm going to - "

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji hums against his mouth and ducks back down, fingers moving hard and fast as he takes Wei Ying down to the root sucks hard.

He knows he will crave this, now, crave being able to crawl inside of Wei Ying, touch him in a way no one has or will ever touch him. He wants to take him apart like this ever night with his fingers and his mouth and his cock. He will need to feel this connection to Wei Ying in every way he can find.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian mewls, head thrown back as that hot mouth descends, closing around him so tight and sweet with no second's respite from those fingers thrusting deep inside. It's more than any man could stand, and he all but wails as orgasm rises and overtakes him, charging through him like something wild. He comes right down Lan Wangji's throat, seizing there like something speared, only collapsing boneless to the sheets after it feels like an eternity has passed. His body aches, still unused to being used in this way, but Wei Wuxian hardly feels it through the bliss settling over him.

"Lan Zhan," he calls weakly, reaching in an attempt to pull him next to him.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji rides Wei Ying out, letting his buck and writhing and only pulling carefully, slowly off of him one he is completely settled. He reaches for the neat pile of rags he has taken to keeping next to his side of the bed and cleans his hand before crawling up to cover Wei Ying.

"Mine," he murmurs, dropping a kiss to Wei Ying's flushed lips as he settles himself just to Wei Ying's side, wanting to will his arousal down before he settles as closely as he desires. "Like that we discovered this, together. My brave Wei Ying."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian curls into him, nosing at his sweaty throat before burying an exhilarated laugh there. "Lan Zhan," he murmurs, body shaking. "That was incredible. How on earth did we not know about such a wonderful thing?"

Even Huisang's books, long the most astonishingly filthy thing in Wei Wuxian's life, had not at all prepared him for such an act, nor for such a glorious effect. "It's not fair at all!"

[lan_wangji]

"Intimate acts are hardly discussed in Cloud Recesses doctrine," he huffs, wrapping his arms around Wei Ying's back and gathering him as close as he can. He reaches up to undo Wei Ying's ribbon to free his tangled hair and pushes his hand through the messy strands, digging lightly at his scalp.

"Much less between men. We will learn more, together. I can find more books," he offers, unsure how else to find out such things in a way that would not render him permanently mute with embarrassment.

[yiling_laozu]

"They are discussed well in every other clan," Wei Wuxian giggles, "And yet I have never heard a word about such a place inside us until you. Aiya what a legacy you will leave upon my life - pristine Lan Zhan, teaching the dread Yiling Laozu such delightful filth."

He laughs again, equal parts strung out and relaxed by their exploits. "I am glad, though, to be able to give you something more special than vegetable loaf for your birthday."

[lan_wangji]

"I enjoyed the vegetable loaf," he argues, squeezing Wei Ying more tightly as Wei Ying laughs, affection as always nearly too much for his heart to bear. He rolls them over until he is on top of Wei Ying, caging Wei Ying in with his forearms and the spill of his hair.

"Never thought much upon the subject," he admits, brow furrowing as he thinks. "There are babies born to Lan cultivators. Perhaps they simply discover it, as we did."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shakes his head. "I cannot imagine it, and in your Uncle's case, I refuse to try. Baby Lans simply grow in your gardens." He laughs again, not quite able to extract his arm to run his fingers through Lan Wangji's hair, so he settles for rubbing his cheek against it instead.

"I buried A-Yuan like a radish, you know," he notes. "And he is a Lan now. Theory proven."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji realizes that he has never thought of Uncle in the terms of love and wonders if part of his eternal ire is the lack of it. It is sad, as angry as Lan Wangji was when they parted.

"If Wei Ying says it is then it must be so," he murmurs with a sage nod and a sound kiss. "Wei Ying is happy, then? Do you want for anything?" he asks, running his thumb across Wei Ying's sharp cheekbone.

[yiling_laozu]

"I am very happy," Wei Wuxian agrees, fighting yet another laugh that is simple happiness, wrapped up in Lan Wangji's arms. "I'm a bit sore, but I like that. Is that strange, Lan Zhan?"

He squirms a little just to feel the lingering tenderness. "I like knowing you were there."