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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"I should have worn it up to cook," Wei Wuxian murmurs, having found more than one bit of vegetable in it as he was pulling it up. He leans over Lan Wangji, holding the oil tightly in one hand to warm it as the other reaches for Lan Wangji, bringing his mouth down for a faintly lotus blossom scented kiss.

"I'll be careful, Lan Zhan," he says when they part, "But don't be stoic. If it hurts, you must tell me."

He takes advantage of their closeness and shifts his weight so he can run one hand down Wei Ying's bare side, as always wanting to touch him, no matter their position.

"Not worried about hurting," he states before laying all the way down, uncertain about his patience to make it through this exploration before he pulls Wei Ying down upon him. "Wei Ying must be patient with me."

He knows it will be the allowing of Wei Ying inside that will prove difficult, the commandment to relax and the yield.

"Only if you are patient with me also," Wei Wuxian huffs, a little displeased when Lan Wangji proves his fears correct - he will push himself past what is enjoyable, just to have done it.

It's not as if Wei Wuxian knows what he is doing, either, to navigate this properly. All he knows is that it had not been unpleasant when Lan Wangji put the tip of his finger inside him in the bath, and that his body, warmed by the immense heat of the water, had not been terribly resistant. He gazes down at Lan Wangji. "I think I should put something beneath your hips."

Lan Wangji nods, realizing that Wei Ying's suggestion is a good one and also one he'd previously read about.

"Would you like me to give suggestions?" he offers, taking in Wei Ying's expression which does not seem to read as enjoyment. "Only because I read many." The haze of arousal has cleared a little in face of their mutual uncertainty, Lan Wangji's impulse to take charge trying to resurface.

And Wei Wuxian has read none. He frowns, wondering where and how Lan Wangji has found so many resources when he himself has no idea where to look. He could ask Klaus, he supposes, or venture to the halls of books in the city, but he can't even get to the city without Lan Wangji's help, and even he is unsure how to ask his lover to take him to town so he can read about putting their fingers inside each other.

"I think so," he answers, uncorking the oil to spread it across his fingers. "You simply rubbed at the spot before. Shall I start there?"

"...Yes," he decides, realizing he has only ever imagined doing this to Wei Ying and therefore will need to rethink how best to instruct and to enjoy. "Believe the ultimate goal is to make room for - for a man," he tries, face a little pinched at having to actually say such things out loud. "But there is a place inside try and touch. In and, and up."

He resists the urge to squirm, simply stuffs his seating cushion under his hips and tries not to think about the picture he must make from Wei Ying's view. "Can you kiss me when you do it?"

Wei Wuxian hasn't spent much time down there himself, but he does wonder how anything fits inside such a tight spot. Still, he knows Lan Wangji would not lead him astray, and so he settles next to him, propped on one elbow while the other reaches for the puckered flesh between his legs.

He presses his lips to Lan Wangji's, and his fingertips to that ring of muscle, circling it slowly. His heart is racing, but he takes comfort in the fact that the warmth of Lan Wangji's mouth is intimately familiar.

Lan Wangji's mouth opens automatically to Wei Ying's but he cannot stop his hips from flinching away at the first touch of Wei Ying's finger before he forces himself still.

"Instinct," he blurts out, eyes wide as they stare up at Wei Ying's face in apology. "Apologies. Do not stop. I'm sorry." This cannot be arousing for Wei Ying, he thinks. It was so arousing to do this to Wei Ying but Wei Ying was soft and pliant and everything Lan Wangji is not.

Wei Wuxian smiles down at him, finding this, too, familiar. "Try to relax, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, knowing it will not be so easy. Still, he never thought they would kiss, let alone lie naked together on their own floor. He presses his fingers to the spot again, teasing gently, "If the effects were not so disastrous, I'd fetch you a mouthful of wine."

That gets a huff of laughter out of Lan Wangji and allows him to relax enough to raise a hand up to the back of Wei Ying's neck, pulling him in for another soft kiss.

His Wei Ying understands him, is patient with him. His Wei Ying will not be disappointed with him, even if Lan Wangji knows he is not easy to be with in this way.

"One in, slowly. Think action is better than anticipation," he whispers, the only sound their own breathing and the snap of wood in the hearth from the fire.

Warmed by the laughter, small though it is, Wei Wuxian concentrates on kissing him rather than the missive. Forcing his way in might get the job done, but there is so much resistance even against this barely there pressure - it doesn't seem right just yet. He pushes his tongue into Lan Wangji's mouth instead, drawing his forward and sucking on it slowly, waiting for Lan Wangji's breaths to quicken before he pushes forward, sinking his finger in to the first knuckle.

Lan Wangji's breath catches in his throat, gasp stifled against Wei Ying's lips as he forces himself perfectly still at the intrusion. It feels entirely unlike anything else he has experienced and he does not quite know what to make of it.

He clutches at Wei Ying's shoulder and carefully forces himself to relax, to think about Wei Ying above him in the firelight and fact that a part of Wei Ying is inside him. "Strange," he whispers, shifting his hips just a little to try and make sense of the sensation. "What does it feel like?"

Lan Wangji stills beneath him, and Wei Wuxian does too, pulling back to gaze searchingly into Lan Wangji's eyes. His heart is beating too fast, anxiety coursing through him, but Lan Wangji doesn't look injured.

"Tight," he answers when he has his bearings, concentrating on giving Lan Wangji the precise answers he will favor. "Warm, Lan Zhan. Hot, even."

He nods half to himself, still unable to imagine having all of Wei Ying inside him but imagining it would bring Wei Ying great pleasure if it feels like that.

It also very much makes him want to feel Wei Ying in such a way.

His heels firm on the floor he shifts his hips up, taking more of Wei Ying inside, finding it easier after the initial push. "Move your finger as you would...yourself," he says, feeling the itch of something pleasant, something that he does not yet know how to chase.

As he would...himself, Wei Wuxian's mind repeats. As he would himself what? Ought he know this? He swallows down the sudden surge of panic as best he can, trying to take in Lan Wangji's cues. He lifted his hips, therefore, he must want...more.

Wei Wuxian pushes his finger in farther, gasping a little when Lan Wangji's body swallows him all the way to his second knuckle. It's not that far, yet it feels like leagues. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he mutters, squirming his hips in impatience for what he knows not but Wei Ying has stilled his finger and Lan Wangji does not know why.

"Feels strange still but -" and he pauses, moving his hips again to try and learn what it is his body is wanting. It does not want to stop but he is frustrated that it is not more instinctual in this position as it generally is when he pleasures Wei Ying. "Push your finger in and out. Imagine it is you in me."

"But I am in you," says Wei Wuxian in a small voice, looking down at his hand and the disappearance of most of his finger. He is doing this wrong, but he doesn't know why or how, and it is Lan Wangji's birthday that he's forgotten. But in and out. He can do that.

Brow furrowed, Wei Wuxian pulls his finger out, then pushes it back in again, watching Lan Wangji's unimpressed face for clues. Again, he tells himself, wrist moving. "Is it good?"

Lan Wangji blinks up at Wei Ying's tone and leans up to kiss his sober face, mustering all his courage and resolve to properly voice his request.

"Like it is your cock in me," he whispers, blushing furiously even as he presses on. "Imagine it is in me, move as your hips would move."

There something about simply the idea of it that sends a bolt of arousal through him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he flexes his hips, wanting something more. "Curl your finger up when it pushes in."

There are several things to remember, but they are concrete and Wei Wuxian takes great comfort in that, still watching Lan Wangji closely as he thrusts his finger in and out. It seems he gets a little deeper each time, and when he has room, Wei Wuxian crooks his finger upward, rubbing along Lan Wangji's inner walls before retreating once more.

Lan Wangji slides his hands up to grip at Wei Ying's upper arms as he lifts his hips, finding the sensation somehow more and less strange the more Wei Ying moves. It is incredibly intimate and the idea of taking Wei Ying inside is more arousing than even the sensations right up to the point that Wei Ying shifts his fingers.

"Oh," he breathes, fingers digging into the meat of Wei Ying's arms as his hips jerk, seeking more of that. Prostate. The book explained it. But Lan Wangji hadn't understood it would feel like this. "Again, again like that. Good. So good."

Lan Wangji's short exhalation is another man's shout, and Wei Wuxian's brows lift, taking in the way Lan Wangji's suddenly thickening cock jerks when he presses in again.

"It is truly so good?" Wei Wuxian asks in awe, sitting up so he can wrap his other hand around him. His hand is already slick with oil, and he sweeps his thumb over the head of Lan Wangji's cock with every stroke, glad that there is at least one thing here he knows very well how to do.

"It is," he manages, voice stuttering at the touch of Wei Ying's other hand. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, focusing on the strange sensation of pleasure coming from two different places, entirely different than anything he has felt before.

His arms drop back to the floor, one hand grasping at Wei Ying's bony knee as the other splays flat on his own belly. "Strange, from the inside, try another. Another finger." He does not even know why he wants that, isn't sure his body can accommodate it but he is certain he wants more of something."

His fingers slides easily inside now, but even so, Wei Wuxian would hesitate to add another if it were not for the abject pleasure on Lan Wangji's face. He presses another in beside the first, wincing in sympathy for the tightness, but crooks both as he strokes him in two places.

"Lan Zhan is very beautiful like this," he murmurs, watching the way his breaths hitch in the firelight.

Lan Wangji cannot quite imagine what he looks like but he suspects it is very unkempt with sweat beading at his temples and hair strewn about it would normally never dare.

Two fingers is almost too much, just on the right edge of pain but he cannot imagine how men take an entire cock inside them. But his Wei Ying is so clever, such a fast learner that he finds himself growing more tense and more agitated as the pleasure mounts in a new way. "Feels maddening," he pants, pushing his hips up in the same rhythm, losing control of himself as pleasure overwhelms him. "Need to release. Want it." He fixes his eyes on Wei Ying's looking transcendent crouched above him. His Wei Ying is inside of him, he was able to allow his Wei Ying inside.

Wei Wuxian grins, flushing in triumph and pleasure as Lan Wangji comes even more undone, body shifting to chase the strokes from both his hands. The only stain on an otherwise delicious moment is that he can't both kiss Lan Wangji and pleasure him, but he vows to kiss him quite a lot when he is spent.

"Go on, Lan Zhan," he breathes, stroking him faster, fingers no longer thrusting but held against the spot that has driven him to such heights, grinding relentlessly against that patch of mysterious, spongey flesh inside him.

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