yiling_laozu | bday ~ dday

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bday ~ dday

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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Wei Wuxian watches him eagerly, beaming when Lan Wangji both smiles and goes back for more. "Oh!" he says, flying to his feet again. "I purchased something else the other day, I thought you might find it too much, but now that it's a special occasion - "

He darts back into the kitchen, setting a kettle to heat before returning with a flimsy box in hand. "I found lotus blossom tea, Lan Zhan!"

Lan Wangji carefully lowers his cutlery and folds his hands neatly in his lap to properly give Wei Ying his attention.

"Wei Ying is very clever," he says, feeling entirely fond as he lets Wei Ying's enthusiasm wash over him. He is not certain he can stay properly seated throughout their entire dinner. "Would love to have lotus blossom tea. Wei Ying has been busy, today."

"I bought it a few days ago," Wei Wuxian confesses, wondering if it bothers Lan Wangji to have to ferry him to town each time he feels the whim, but he's glad now that he'd slipped away long enough for the surprise.

"I thought it might be too sweet for you," he further adds, then grins once more. "I was going to drink some and see if you could taste it."

"I read there are some flavors that are detectable in places other than one's mouth," he states, noting all the ways that Wei Ying's tea service is improper and finding each of them horribly endearing.

"Wei Ying could test me, someday. Interested to see what I could taste."

Wei Wuxian stares at him, then claps both hands to his mouth to stifle a peal of giggles. "Lan Zhan," he says, delighted, "Do you mean when I come?" It's so scandalous that he can hardly speak it aloud, but the kettle begins to sing in the next moment, and Wei Wuxian springs upright yet again.

He returns with a filled pot and two cups, ears still a little red as he gazes at Lan Wangji. "It might be difficult," he posits. "You might have to make several attempts."

"No proper experiment would ever stop at one attempt," he agrees, face entirely smooth, betrayed only by a slight flush to his ears. He wonders how much of his shamelessness is brought on by Wei Ying and how much was simply there and unknown.

"Perhaps I will try tonight, with Wei Ying's Lotus tea. Would like to celebrate the day of my birth in such a way. Another tradition," he states, waiting with polite hands still folded as he waits for his cup.

Laughing again, Wei Wuxian shakes his head. How had he ever thought he might be the most shameless between them. Even Xue Yang would be impressed with Lan Wangji.

He pours Lan Wangji's cup and then his own, sloshing a little as he reseats himself right at Lan Wangji's side. "We celebrate in such a way every night," he observes, which is not a no. "And sometimes in the mornings, and in the afternoons, if one of us has been at work in the yard."

He is pleased to find Wei Ying at his side and moves just a little closer, taking a sip of his tea before setting it back down carefully. The flavor is far sweeter and brighter than what he is used to but he finds it very much of Wei Ying and therefore very much enjoyable.

"Still many things to explore, regardless," he points out, using his sleeve to dab at the spots of tea on Wei Ying's robes. "What we did outside. Could do more, if Wei Ying wanted."

Wei Wuxian nods, too consumed by the thought to protest Lan Wangji dirtying his robes with his own mess. "I liked that," he says, clutching at his teacup. "I like so many things I didn't know I would," he adds, "But I probably like them all because they're with you."

He lifts the cup and finally drinks, expression going distant. Oh. He does know this taste. "Do you like it, Lan Zhan?"

"I do. Have never had anything quite like it," he says as he rests his free hand on Wei Ying's leg. "Should find more things made with Lotus. Wei Ying can teach me that taste as he has tried to teach me of spice," he offers, thumb sweeping back and forth across Wei Ying's bony knee as Lan Wangji sips at his tea. "Good for me to try such things."

Wei Wuxian takes another shallow sip, resting his head on Lan Wangji's shoulder. "Shijie would make sweets, sometimes," he says. "Lotus scented biscuits and jellies. And of course, her lotus root soup, though that tastes nothing like the blossoms."

He sighs, rubbing his cheek against Lan Wangji's robes. "I wish you might have tried some when we were home. Before Lotus Pier burned."

"If Wei Ying wishes, we could grow lotus here," Lan Wangji offers, dropping a quick kiss to Wei Ying's head before carefully setting his tea down to wrap an arm around his back.

"Diverting water from the river is not difficult. Can make a small pond. Wei Ying could teach me to grow them. Learn together how to cook with them."

Wei Wuxian smiles, lifting his head. "When the snow has melted," he says, looking past their little table to the window where white can still be seen on the ground. It's made the giant outdoor tub seem an all the more scandalous indulgence, to Wei Wuxian's delight, but he wonders if it will hinder the plants.

"Will they grow here, I wonder? Yunmeng rarely ever got snow."

"Mm, there are structures that can be built," Lan Wangji answers, having no real idea of how to reconstruct the houses of glass that he'd seen in Gusu to protect delicate crops. "A covering, at the least. If Wei Ying wants it, we will make it happen. This is our home, Wei Ying, whatever you desire we can make happen." He drops a kiss to Wei Ying's forehead and then between his dark brows.

Structures? Wei Wuxian cannot even imagine them, but if Lan Wangji says it is possible he believes him. "You will spoil me, Lan Zhan," he laughs, leaning in to kiss his clever mouth.

"A home and our bath and now lotuses also? I will become a terror."

"Wei Ying has a boundless imagination," Lan Wangji counters, leaning into the kiss, entirely inappropriate behavior when still seated at their table. "Home and bath and lotus are tame in comparison with what one might expect. Wei Ying can have un-tame things, too. Can have lewd things. Can have anything. Anything Wei Ying asks for is what I want to give."

Wei Wuxian's grin widens, heat stealing over his skin. "I like when you speak this way to me," he says, taking Lan Wangji at his word and slinging a leg over him to sit in his lap, unmindful of the table edge digging into his back.

"It is even more delightfully shocking when you are still so pristine, in all your many robes and lovely hair pieces. It makes me feel hot all over."

Lan Wangji's hands immediately land on Wei Ying's hips, noting both the immense inappropriateness of their location and the fact that their home had no rule regarding the location of such activities.

He thinks he will overlook it.

"Wei Ying is very strange," he comments, unable to find anything enticing about his exceedingly modest and neat appearance when there is is Wei Ying, often undone and overflowing with mirth and wildness. "Wei Ying's clothing is far better," he says, one hand coming up to gently peel back his two layers to expose his sharp collarbone. "Will you take them off for me? Hair pieces?"

"And now you will let me make a mess of you," Wei Wuxian hums, hands already lifted to remove the larger one, fingers rubbing at the places it has pressed against Lan Wangji's scalp. "You see? Spoiled." He removes the accompanying silver pieces next.

"What else shall I divest you of, Lan Zhan?"

Lan Wangji's eyes flutter shut at Wei Ying's practiced fingers, his promise to take down Lan Wangji's hair holding true and rapidly becoming a most cherished part of his day.

"Hair ribbon, forehead ribbon," he says, voice soft as he realizes what Wei Ying means to do. It is startling how exciting this is, how different it is every time they do it. "Then belt."

Wei Wuxian undoes the hair ribbon with deft fingers, winding it around his wrist after to keep it close. He pulls the forehead ribbon likewise undone, giving in to the impulse to pull the silver charm between his lips, sucking lightly as he reaches down and undoes Lan Wangji's belt, pushing his hand at once into Lan Wangji's robes just to feel the heat of his skin, even through his many layers.

"And then?"

Lan Wangji sucks in a soft breath at the sight of the ribbon in between Wei Ying's lips and his cool hand against his skin. "I like this," he whispers, a little taken aback at Wei Ying's assertiveness. It is not that Wei Ying is passive, it is just that Lan Wangji is so desperate to pleasure him that Wei Ying rarely has opportunity to be like this.

"Robes. One by one. This is okay? Wei Ying not being touched, yet?" he checks, afraid that perhaps he is being selfish with all the attention fixed upon him.

"Lan Zhan's eyes are touching me," Wei Wuxian hums, letting the charm fall from his lips to set carefully on the table. He pulls Lan Wangji's outer robe apart, pushing it off his shoulders, and then the next one, and the soft, thin inner robe after that, until Lan Wangji's pleasantly broader chest is bared to him. "Besides, it is not my special day, it is yours."

Only Lan Wangji's pants remain, and Wei Wuxian presses the heel of his hand against where he is beginning to stir. "I think you are enjoying it."

He does not try and stop his hips from hitching up, eyes widening as they remain fixed on Wei Ying's face. His fingers flex around Wei Ying's hips before he scoots back off the cushion onto the floor, pulling Wei Ying with him.

The air is pleasantly cool against his bare skin and he finds himself glad Wei Ying forgot the day, unsure if he could have survived an entire day of such fixed attention.

"There is oil in the drawer on my side of our bed. Will Wei Ying retrieve it? Then - then the rest. Pants."

If Wei Wuxian weren't similarly affected, he'd recall there is plenty of oil in the kitchen where he's just cooked, but as it is he nods and hurries to their bedroom, rushing back to Lan Wangji to set upon his pants with eager hands. He pulls them down, tongue set to his bottom lip when Lan Wangji's cock springs free. How had he ever not known he could want this?

"And now?" he asks once more, already wrapping his hand around him.

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