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]

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."