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[The boxers are covered by sweatpants, neither of which are doing much to hide Wangji's obvious interest into how the situation is developing. The nipples that Wei Ying's fingers find are already hardened.

It's all new, and yet somehow he finds that he sort of expected Wei Ying to bring that same playful, teasing energy to bedroom activities. Now though... how much is it going to take for him to get flustered all over again? Because that always happens. He starts out flirty and charming, and then something happens and he blushes and stammers and looks at Wangji with wide eyes...

But fine, fine, he'll relent, but before he does...]

You haven't actually asked anything.

[But he will remove the shirt anyway.

Wei Ying has seen him shirtless before, the rare few times they somehow managed to be at the same gym at the same time, but it is still a rare sight. Wangji prefers to be covered, and he wears long sleeves even in summer.]

( He pauses at the words, because it occurs to him: oh, he needs to be direct. He'd hit his forehead with the heel of his hand if he wasn't presently preoccupied with his hands on Lan Zhan, and then that shirt's gone, and he's giving a happy sort of wiggle of his whole self like that's what one does when someone takes off their shirt like you forgot to ask.

Granted, it also makes it easier to keep kissing up his centerline, Wei Wuxian taking a stride toward learning as he says: )

Thank you for taking off your shirt, Lan Zhan. You're so... ( he nuzzles his nose against Lan Zhan's stomach, covered as it is by well formed muscle, dragging his eyes upward in slow, lingering appreciation. ) ... beautiful. More than I could have imagined.

( And it's distractions, perhaps, but he shifts forward to press a kiss over Lan Zhan's heart, and then down his sternum, and then Wei Wuxian's wandering hands have slid over his chest to his sides to trace back down again, left hand only pausing because he needs some support to stay over and not just pressed against his boyfriend's half-clothed body. And that more than half hard dick tenting everything so interestingly, but ah, right, asking, asking. )

Lan Zhan, ( a little bit of a lazier drawl of his name, looking up again through his lashes, fingers of his right hand playing at the top of Lan Zhan's boxers and pants, there at his hip. ) may I take these off, too?

( Fingers sliding against warm skin, beneath the elastic, and stroking inward from his hip, along his mermaid lines. He comes very, very close to stroking Lan Zhan's head, but no, he's stopping just shy, because he wants...

He wants to hear Lan Zhan say yes. )

[These little wiggles and giggles and all the sounds Wei Ying makes are going to be the death of him.

Wei Ying is very, very rarely silent, and he uses words in very many ways, so it shouldn't be surprising that he's still talking while basically having his first sexual experience with another person, and truly, Wangji is kind of surprised at how not surprised he is, somehow. The only way for Wei Ying not to speak would be for his mouth to be full, and even then he might not be trusted to not try and speak anyway.

And Wei Ying has expressed interest in having his mouth full, and Wangji has a great imagination, and his cock twitches slightly at the vision it conjures.

And then the kisses and touches bring him to the very real happenings, and... Wei Ying asks this time, and stops, and Wangji stares at him for a second or two before he nods, and gives a soft 'hm' sound, and then lifts his hips to make it easier.

It's strange, because he himself would have thought he'd be shy to be bare in this way before someone else, and before Wei Ying in particular, but... he's not. It's not like Wei Ying hasn't praised his body before, and he knows for sure Wei Ying finds him attractive. Plus, no one else has seen what Wei Ying is about to see.]

( There's an amused twitch at Wei Wuxian's lips, because that was so Lan Zhan he almost wants to laugh, but he's also... really eager in some unknown, new landscape that he carefully eases into, stripping down Lan Zhan to a wonderful sort of nudity. He could help it, he supposes, not let fingers trace as much as they do in coaxing pants and boxers off, scooting himself back to do this until he's practically stepping off the bed and standing there, naked himself, to toss the bundle of material over his shoulder with carelessly calculated grace. He grins, lets his eyes take in everything of Lan Zhan even as he's moving forward, back on the bed again; runs his fingers over the top of Lan Zhan's foot, to his ankle, tracing waving lines like water up toward his knee. )

You're so beautiful, Lan Zhan. So handsome, then talented, and so bold...!

( He chuckles, but when he lowers his face now it's to gently lift up Lan Zhan's leg just enough to kiss the inside of his knee, skate fingers around the outside to then touch at the back of it, sliding up to the back of his thigh. He has to move his hand around to the font again, because what he really wants to do is something he asks even as he strokes both hands now up and along Lan Zhan's inner thighs, an angled motion with his planted elbows and his stomach now resting on the bed. )

I want to taste all of you, you know... kiss every part of you. Pretend I'm some kind of cartographer and map out every inch of you.

( Another nuzzle to his inner thigh, and one hand stops teasing, palm brushing down over his cock, toward his scrotum; oh, he has ideas, half formed as they are, but now he's looking up the length of Lan Zhan's body, past that darkened and hardened dick that has its own allure in ridiculousness and stupid, he's seen his own his whole life and he's never given thought to finding a dick attractive or appealing, and yet that's all he wants to say about Lan Zhan's in this moment, and that, too, feels delightfully absurd. He smiles, lowers his head to kiss the top of one thigh. )

Lan Zhan, would you mind if we try something? With your thighs over my shoulders, and your ankles kind of, hmm, crossed?

( It's limiting in some movements, if not others, should they do so, but something in it is deeply appealing, and so he asks without thinking too hard on it, fingers forming a loose ring that carefully, curiously, encircles Lan Zhan's cock to feel just how hard he is, just how much more coaxing he may or may not need. )

[This is all entirely new, being looked at in this way, being touched in this way. Wangji usually shies away from all touch, unless it comes from his brother... and Wei Ying, not that Wei Ying seems to have noticed that this has been the case for the past year and half. There had been no attempts to push him off every time he draped himself all over Wangji, whether standing, sitting or lying down, but then again, hasn't Wei Ying always taken that closeness as his just due? Maybe he truly did not notice he was being held in special regard here.

Wei Ying's fingers and lips bring out goosebumps and shivers, although no specific noises other than Wangji's breath catching in his throat - even in this, he is not very vocal. But what a vision, to see Wei Ying lying down between his legs like this. To have their eyes meet like this, over his very hard and very present cock.

Wangji frowns a little at the request, clearly trying to envision how this would work. This is not something he has come across in his research, although admittedly he did steer clear of actual porn sites, mostly, so he's not sure what the allure or use of that would be, but if Wei Ying is asking, he'll trust him.

But just as he nods and goes to start moving, Wei Ying's hand finally touches him and he hisses softly, the muscles of his belly once again fluttering. He's... very hard. Harder than he can ever remember being. And with someone as cerebral as him, the physical stimulation, while important, matters much less than the intent, the setup, the thoughts of who is touching and why, and so he might end up coming rather faster than he usually does when touching himself.

He can't move if you do this, Wei Ying, or else he might as well just start pushing his hips into your hand.]

( He ends up chuckling over that hiss, because it's the loudest sound Lan Zhan's made, soft as it is. He's very, very tempted to bring the ring of his fingers up, skate the heel of his palm over his head, but feeling that hardness under the velvet-soft skin of his dick is telling in a familiar and strange way. He knows that feeling when holding himself, sure, but recognising it in another man, feeling how hard Lan Zhan is for him, that's, ah. Powerful. Powerfully alluring, enticing, a specific kind of intoxicating.

Hell, he gets the devil in Lan Zhan that woken him up this way, because now he's imagining just how fun that might be, and bah, why is it Lan Zhan ends up being the one with the fun ideas first?! No fair! )

So ready, Lan Zhan...!

( He holds his hand still, tongue tracing his upper lip as he eyes Lan Zhan's dick and then drags his eyes up to hold his gaze. )

Hold me with your legs, please?

( Why he's dedicated to this particular brand of nonsense is very much not something he can properly articulate right now, but he will shimmy himself into position and let go of Lan Zhan's delightful~~ly daft punk~~ dick to be ready to wrap both hands around to hold Lan Zhan's hips from underneath his generous thighs. Voice dropping half an octave, he adds: )

I really want to taste you right now...

[It feels different to be looked at like something particularly delicious that the man you have been pining for for almost two years is now intent on gobbling up.

And Wangji still has no idea why Wei Ying wants him in hat particular position, but over the years, he has learned that asking Wei Ying the reason why he does thing is actually not the best way of getting any kind of answer that will make sense. Or at least, the actual sense might come later, and you'll have to sort of piece it back together. Wanji has gotten pretty good at this, but right now doesn't feel like the moment to start this type of wild goose chase.

He moves as Wei Ying allows him too, his whole body shivering at the way Wei Ying's voice just drops all of a sudden.

It doesn't take that much effort to hold the position without putting too much weight on Wei Ying either. Those abs are not just for show.]

( Those abs deserve more caresses, kisses, strokes, and worship with lips and tongue and teeth, but those abs aren't his present focus. No, now, with his hands curled around to hold Lan Zhan's hips and arms helping prop up his thighs, Wei Wuxian has no intention to pay attention to his abs beyond a glance up the length of Lan Zhan's body, trying to hold eye contact when he shifts forward and runs his tongue from below the glans over the slit of his cock, opening his mouth to exhale hotly over the whole of his head.

He doesn't pause to admire or do anything but continue on, taking Lan Zhan's head in his mouth and then finally, lazily closing his eyes, humming a note of contented curiosity as he moves his head down, taking in as much as he can. The angle doesn't let him go too deep, which is wiser for now anyway, and he keeps his teeth from pressing against the hard length of his cock. His tongue is active in this, as is the suction he creates, trying to keep himself from too much drooling and then sucking harder as he pulls his head back up, tongue swirling over the head of his dick before his lips pass over it and he comes off from his first experimental bob with an audible pop. )

Mmm~ ( he says, eyes open again and peering up at Lan Zhan's face: ) Delicious.

( He licks his lips and opens his mouth and takes Lan Zhan's cock right back in, this time holding his hips down and shifting himself forward, lifting Lan Zhan's legs a bit more back toward his core, all to better see how much of his dick he can take right now. Lan Zhan might be all the smaller sounds, but Wei Wuxian is still noisy, with the wet sounds and also the far more personal hums of ongoing appreciation. )

[The touch of fingers and tongue and lips actually makes Wangji gaps and groan, but dear lord the noises are going to be the absolute death of him.

For some reason, there was a distant part of him that just knew that Wei Ying would have fun giving a blowjob as if he were enjoying a particularly delicious popsicle. Like, nothing actually this explicit - not that he hasn't thought about getting blowjobs from Wei Ying before, ahem - but somehow he finds himself entirely unsurprised that this is happening, and that even with his mouth full he manages to still make so much noise.

Wangji tries to pay attention, to make sure that Wei Ying is taking more than he can handle, but it's not like ht can quite stop the way his own hips twitch and hump into every sensation right now. And the position means he doesn't have that much leverage. but he can still go and run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, stroke the side of his face with slightly trembling fingers, just to make sure he's alright.]

( Wei Wuxian does have enough anchored control to hold Lan Zhan's hips down so that the rocking and twitching and humping doesn't take him by unprojected surprise, but ah, he leans his head down a touch to lean into the stroke of fingers through his hair, humming a pleased note to try and demonstrate his pleasure in pleasing, that he's fine. Trembling fingers on his face get the same momentary pause in bobbing motions to put a touch more weight into leaning into them, Wei Wuxian pulling his head up entirely for a moment to let Lan Zhan's dick slip out of his mouth with a sucking, wet pop.

He swallows, licking his lips, and presses a kiss to those fingers before they're out of reach. )

Love you, Lan Zhan.

( Is totally the appropriate thing to say right now, in whatever part of his brain is functioning for words, and is what he thinks carries his meaning in reassurance: he's okay. He wants this, he's not stressed, and neither should Lan Zhan be.

He licks a trail up the underside of Lan Zhan's cock, murmuring after his tongue glides over the slit of his glans: )

You're my good Lan Zhan.

( Good to him, good for him, good in ways Wei Wuxian hadn't thought people really were, deep down, to people like him. (What are people like him? He doesn't have that answer.) Swirling his tongue around Lan Zhan's head once, he adds, voice thick: )

So come for me, okay?

( Before opening his mouth again and taking Lan Zhan's length inside, deeper than he's managed before, idly considering he's never talked about that time in his midteens where he'd tried following online tutorials to dagger swallowing due to some at the time inspired idiocy he barely recalls other than the one thing he'd gotten down was the relaxing of his throat enough not to trigger his gag reflex immediately. )

[One day, maybe, Wangji will get to demonstrate that his stamina isn't just something that applies only to physical exercise. Or rather, that it applies to all types of physical exercise, this type included.

Today is not that day.

No on a day were for the first time ever in his life, he is getting a blowjob by the person whom he has desperately wanted for so long, and who apparently has decided that deepthroating without warning is the way to go.

It's probably this, combined with how wanton Wei Ying looks with his lips swollen, plus the command - 'come for me', unexpected, sending a jolt of electricity down Wangji's spine like he never has felt before - that makes him come undone completely almost without warning.

He gives out a choked half cry, nothing very loud but still louder than any other noise he's made so far, as he spills into that warm and inviting mouth, hips twitching and legs trembling. He's not sure he'll manage to hold them up either, and Wei Ying will feel the weight.]

( Lan Zhan doesn't come apart (hah-hah) in words, so much as shattering in every physical way Wei Wuxian can feel him, all at once. He's surprised by the intensity of his satisfaction, by how sexy he finds this, even as he holds onto Lan Zhan's hips and relaxes as much as he can so he can take his release, not trying to pull off at the last moment. He does wonder what that'd be like too, having Lan Zhan come on him, but shelves the thought. Something in him wanted a greedy kind of reciprocation, and while the sensation is not quite like anything he's experienced before, the surge of warmth and peculiarity of taste once he lifts his head some, swallowing by reflex that has him sucking again at Lan Zhan's dick, isn't... unpleasant.

He finds himself mildly impressed that Lan Zhan tastes better than he does. He'd never even wondered about that before, just tasted himself when he'd been in one of his curious moods, and filed that knowledge away again. Given today's the only day it rouses out of the depths of his memory, it hasn't been all that in demand.

Still, as the weight of Lan Zhan's legs help ground Wei Wuxian, and his hips and tension of his abdomen relax in the aftermath of his orgasm, he swallows again and sets to cleaning Lan Zhan up--much as there is to clean--using just his mouth.

He's gentler, at least. No extra teasing, beyond the way his lips slide off his head and he swallows yet again, licking his lips and lifting his chin to look at Lan Zhan's face. He smiles, lashes partly lowered, every bit the satisfied cat with Lan Zhan's legs heavy and welcome over his shoulders and across his upper back. )

Good boy.

( He's not teasing, and not patronizing; he's not even thinking at that moment, just satisfied and pleased and prone to, apparently, saying silly things. He turns his head to press a kiss against Lan Zhan's thigh, nuzzling his nose against skin after. )

You taste so much better than I do.

( Then, more... shy, fingers stroking skin in small motions at Lan Zhan's hips, everything about him something of a mess (hair, swollen lips, flushed features) and his feet still up, asking in a thick voice while also... wishing for water, for multiple reasons: )

Lan Zhan had fun?

[Wangji is... not quite sure he's breathing. He must be, though, because he's still seeing Wei Ying right there, licking him clean, his tongue bringing more shivers and twitches until finally, finally, he lets go.

It's not his first orgasm, because, well, he is a man, a body has needs, and he knows how to use his hand. but this sure is the most earth-shattering one so far, and he sort of falls back against the pillows, licking his lips, and unable to really find his voice to answer the question, reduced to simply nodding with eyes still a little hazy.

Wei Ying looks devastatingly erotic like this. It makes Wangji's throat go dry. It makes him wants to kiss those lips, and suddenly he moves to grab Wei Ying's hands and pull, to bring him up and to the right level for just that. He needs to hold Wei Ying and to kiss him, and to make sure this was all real, even though he wasn't the one awakened with it.]

( He looks entirely satisfied with himself, and more than a little turned on again based on that generous response from Lan Zhan. When he's being tugged upward, he goes without protest, walking on knees and sliding up and around as much as he can in the tangle of their limbs, both acutely aware of their nudity and also sinking into the kiss he finds waiting for him when he's on a level with Lan Zhan's face.

Wei Wuxian, much less in tune with what he himself needs than with what anyone else needs, responds to the contact by starting to wrap himself around Lan Zhan, ignoring that certain parts of him are having very automatic responses even while still a touch too sensitive.

The closeness is something he finds himself melting into, not reflecting on the why, or just how grounding it is to hold and be held. The problem in never having thought about things in particulars, before, is the lack of awareness that comes along with it.

At least he's a quick learner. )

This isn't how you're going to convince me to wake up earlier, is it?

( He says eventually, the jest falling a bit flat as he presses another kiss to the corner of Lan Zhan's eye, less out of aim and more out of opportunity. Wei Wuxian makes no move to leave, or even head toward the bathroom, or any of the many things he might normally do. He's showing every inclination of just staying here, naked, with Lan Zhan, sweat drying on their skin, kisses keeping their lips swollen, and the sheets abandoned as wildly as they deserved. Getting up would feel a bit like breaking a precious, fragile bubble around where they are right now, and he's not certain he's strong enough to want to yet. )

[Wei Ying can just koala onto him however he wants, it's absolutely fine for Wangji. He'll continue to hold him, and nuzzle him and pepper little kisses on his forehead and cheeks and hairline, and also his lips.

He probably won't be self-indulgent like this on a lot of mornings. Today was a bit of a challenge because of what Wei Ying said yesterday - and also his concern about him not eating properly. But on a normal day, he'd likely just get up at 5 and get his run out of the way and shower and have breakfast and then cook breakfast for Wei Ying and let him sleep as long as he wants to. It might not come to him to just lie in bed until that moment unless Wei Ying specifically asks for it.

Today, though, he's content enough to remain where he is, and holding Wei Ying. he has nothing better to do right now.

They'll need a shower or a bath, but.... later.]

I wasn't aware I was supposed to convince you of that. It's never worked before.

I'm a creature of late nights, I need creative motivation for early mornings.

( He says between peppered kisses, which he returns as he can, but lets Lan Zhan nuzzle and kiss him as first priority. They're cooling down, sweat and any lingering traces of anything else, and he's pleasantly (and unpleasantly) stuck to Lan Zhan in the moment in a lazy way he's not thinking about too hard. This is simply... nice.

Eventually, once he has a better sense of self worth, he'll ask Lan Zhan just to be there, some mornings. It is sadly not likely to happen for some time yet.

For now, however, he's as happily lazy and reassured in a way he didn't understand as he stayed close. )

Or better reason than, "be awake."

... 'Creative motivation'.

[You know that if he wakes you up with sex every time, there will be no early mornings, really, because there will be no getting out of bed. Probably this will come to mind later. Besides, they don't really live together, so there will probably be some visiting in one apartment or the other, and differing schedules which might mean not every night...

Things are getting decidedly sticky in rather uncomfortable ways now, though.]

We need to clean up.

[Thankfully, Wangji doesn't have anywhere to be in particular this morning... and he trusts that Wei Ying would know better than him if he needs to go in - he has stuff on his schedule, but who knows? (And don't ask Wangji why he knows Wei Ying schedule, please and thank you).]

Shower or bath?

[The apartment - belonging to Wei Ying's friend Fei Du - has both, if he remembers correctly. In fact it probably even has more than one bathroom.]

( Mumbled against his neck: )

Creative motivation.

( Not because he expects this all the time, and no one said it was more productive. Just more fun.

In fact he would not think that Lan Zhan's brain is turning over what everyday would be like, because he's still in the warm "sticky is fine" place post-orgasm, to the point where he gives a put upon sigh felt through both their chests before... )

Shower, baths will mean even more canoodling.

( Which is the more absurd word he can think of for what he's also trying to get away with nuzzling Lan Zhan's neck again. Or kissing his jaw. Or anything else he can reach in a lazy, well fed sort of feline way. )

[... If you think showers are not conducive to canoodling, then one has to wonder what kind of porn you have actually been watching, Wei Yin, but never mind. Shower it is.

And you can keep nuzzling him while he gathers you into his arms and just stands up in one movement while hoisting you up so he can walk the both of you to said shower. Naked. Through the apartment.

And then once he is in the bathroom, he'll just reach in to start the shower, and step under the hot spray, and only then, delicately put you down with one arm around your waist just in case your legs don't want to work.]

( Not extended canoodling, eventually the hot water might run out and then things get chancy from there. Baths seem much more likely to be a culprit, clearly. He can think of creative ways there which can be a bit lazier than standing in the shower.

Also, don't judge his porn, he's watched enough, but even so, has a preference for reading and associated visuals. Easier to get away with for this and that reason, too. )

So strong!

( He says as Lan Zhan hauls him up, and he obligingly clings on with a proper squeeze of his legs, both eyebrows quirked up. )

This is very attractive, but I do have working legs, Lan Zhan.

( A reminder he does nothing to try and correct, instead giving Lan Zhan's cheek a long, sloppy kiss, simply because he wants to. He behaves as Lan Zhan shifts to start the shower, and then inhales in an audible gasp and different sort of groan than the moans from earlier, be it his pleasure or pleasure in Lan Zhan's pleasure in turn. No, now it was water, and indulgence, perhaps overindulgence, that worms into the marrow of his bones.

He stands, untroubled, and presses into Lan Zhan, looking at him through his lashes with the water cascading down on their opposing sides. )

Lan Zhan, can I... can I wash you?

( He's surprised at his asking, but not the nerves associated, and as if deciding he can't face that answer or its rejection based on time, he drops his gaze and lets his smile twitch into something more lopsided, ready for no. That or, "hair first," but he realises abruptly he doesn't know Lan Zhan's showering habits in the first place, and bites down on the side of his tongue to not burst out laughing at the absurdity of this whole morning, his hands pulling away from where they'd been resting on Lan Zhan's chest. )

[Wei Ying, you live in Fei Du's super fancy apartment. There's no such thing in places like these as the hot water running out, but never mind.

Th quip about working legs earns a raised eyebrow.]

If your legs are still working, I guess I didn't do it right, then.

[But that's fine, he will learn. They will learn, together.

He's quite content to hold Wei Ying close under the spray for a while, just letting the hot water wash over them until that request comes. Mundane, yet strangely feeling more intimate than what they're just done.

In all the times Wangji has picked up Wei Ying from somewhere drunk, he's never had to clean him up. He's undressed him a few times (just enough to be comfortable, never more), but Wei Ying has never been the kind of drunk that would require dunking in a shower or a bath before sleep and he's always let him deal with that himself the next morning when he wakes up.

This feels different from sex, in that it is less and yet more, and Wei Ying's nerves actually are understandable, because it also gives Wangji butterflies in his stomach.

Wangji cups Wei Ying's cheek to make his raise his head again and give hima peck on the lips before he nods.]

Hm.

[The last person who did this with him was probably his brother, and that was a very long time ago, when they were both still children.]

( He gasps. )

Lan Zhan!

( The flat of his palm meets his shoulder in a protesting smack with no weight behind it. He's laughing, caught off guard again, but really: )

Or you're doing something very wrong! Think of my poor... poor everything!

( Waist. Back. Whatever. He doesn't want to think about it because then he's thinking about it and just what thoughts has Lan Zhan had to get there so far already?

The water is a balm and a coolness mixed in, skin to skin and wet and shivering until the heat is so pervasive he forgets why his skin's pebbled in the first place. His question, that desire he'd put to words, the one he half expects to be denied, instead merits a kiss, the acceptance, and his own swallow. He gives another peck of his own to Lan Zhan's lips, before his hands find the sea wool sponge hanging from its net underneath the shower head.

Wetting the sponge down he leans forward once more, pressing another kiss to Lan Zhan... but his shoulder this time, sinking down to his knees and reaching for the body wash once his knees rest against the bath tiles. His knuckles almost knock it off its shelf, and he grins, chuckling as he lathers up the sponge and then... stares up at Lan Zhan, from where he kneels before him.

There are very, precious few people he would find he can kneel before without gritting his teeth, without there being something at play he didn't like, couldn't lean into. This moment, with Lan Zhan, it feels... intimate, yes. Sensual, yes, as he brings the sponge against his leg, lathering up from the top of his foot to his ankle, up his calf, exploring Lan Zhan with questing fingers and his eyes lifting to look up at him, glistening and beautiful and looking like the sexiest half drowned man he's ever seen.

It's not about the sex, or what his mind flits too in the future he can let himself imagine they have in this moment. It's the way his throat goes dry and his eyes burn and his chest tightens and he feels, so fiercely, a fondness he can't put into words. He can't speak in that moment, just smile, and lean forward, press a kiss to Lan Zhan's thigh even as his hand drags the foaming sponge up, small circular motions like he'd use on himself, but far more aware. There's a tenderness, a thoroughness, to what he's doing, and he's not sure about there being a plan: he simply goes with what seems to make sense, moment to moment.

And he kisses him, like he's fallen into some belief that he has to mark his progress with the brief, gentle press of lips, and then scrub everything of Lan Zhan clean in the wake of it. One leg, up to his backside, then between, and careful, gentle hands with everything between, then down the inside of his other leg, to start the process all over again. He's still kneeling when he starts on Lan Zhan's lower abdomen, and he looks up, blinking against the drops of water that make for his eyes, trapped between them and flowing downward, taking the soapy suds with them. )

[Well, he has had a lot of thoughts in the last year and half, Wei Ying, and a lot of those thoughts had to do with you, and you're gorgeous, and he has a lot of imagination, and after all he's only a man, and yes, there were a few times were he felt guilty for those fantasies when you didn't now anything about his feelings because he didn't know how to tell you.

He's going to have to buy Fei Du a thank you gift, he thinks. A really nice, thoughtful one. Fei Du will pretend he doesn't know what this is for, but still accept it anyway, and then they'll both pretend this never happen and just fall back into the easy friendship they've always had.

Watching Wei Ying get down on his knees in front of him is already proving to be a lot, breath choking in his throat a little just at the sight. (Yes, it will have to be a really nice gift). And his hands, his lips, going up Wangji's legs slowly... it's lucky they only just finished, because if not, Wangji is pretty sure he'd be hard again just about now, and that wouldn't be embarrassing, really, but...

By the time Wai Ying looks up again, he's actually held out a hand to hold onto the side of the shower, because his own legs feel a little wobbly.]

( Sometimes you're lusting after and in love with someone who can't see it for reasons he can also not see his own attraction value. Here and now, however, in the lull between passions of one kind indulged, he indulges in something adjacent, just as filling. He's not had enough luxury for kind attentiveness, or the excuse for it, or the baring nature of it being quite as literal before. To reach out, and have a hand held out in turn; to touch and find in that moment, there is a canvas spread before him, and his fingers and lips the brushes to paint across it, again and again.

He glances up, blinking at the arm that braces, and smiles in that moment, eyes a warm tease that doesn't quite turn to words. Instead he hums, self satisfied as he returns to his lathering, this time nuzzling at Lan Zhan's navel as he rises up on his knees; hands around Lan Zhan's hips, lathering at his lower back with the sponge he passes between them practically wrapped around his lover. That's part of it, right? Lover, and someone meant to be loved.

His tongue dips into Lan Zhan's navel in a brief, experimental way, before Wei Wuxian chuckles and presses a kiss above it; silly, playful, and letting himself indulge that, too. Lan Zhan's accommodating, and that matters. )

Still delicious, ( he declares, and he brings the sponge back around to thoroughly scrub across Lan Zhan's lower abdomen, finally rising to his feet again after, careful. He has half an eye to catching Lan Zhan if his knees buckle, and he needs more soap for the sea sponge, but instead of finding it at first, he lets the rising brush of it trace a line up Lan Zhan's front, around his side, and then to his upper back, Wei Wuxian pressing close again, water flowing over them both. )

The most handsomely delicious.

( He hugs Lan Zhan, chest to chest, and smiles at him, feeling both bold and strangely shy in turns. He's not as scrubbed, and he's not done with Lan Zhan, but he's enjoying the press together, warm and wet for new reasons, and if this was in any way supposed to be a quick shower, Wei Wuxian has completely forgotten about this as he attempts to kiss Lan Zhan's mouth once more. )

[Focusing on the kiss is grounding, as is feeling all of Wei Ying's naked and warm body pressed against him under the spray. His knees might be a little wobbly but he's not in danger of falling down.

And he is trying to get his head around the fuzzy feeling that Wei Ying caring for him in this way evokes in him. He's always known Wei Ying to care more for others than for himself, has seen how he is with his brother and sister, and his friends. Has ached, at times, because you should care for yourself Wei Ying, before you give so much of yourself to others. Decided, without mentioning any of it, that if Wei Ying would not care for himself, then Wangji himself would do it, and in the last year and a half he has done exactly that, not imposing but not allowing harm to come to Wei Ying if he could at all avoid it. He's not sure he always succeeded, and his own care probably went unnoticed or long until someone nudged Wei Ying into noticing it, but he didn't mind so much, as long as Wei Ying was safe.

All this to say, he knows that Wei Ying doing this is not just playful teasing, that it satisfies something in Wei Ying as well as it being pleasant for him. And he wants to accept all of Wei Ying.

He gives the kiss, ignoring the water that mingles with it.]

Wei Ying is handsome too.

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