( 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 delightfully 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: )
[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: )
[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. )
[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.]
( 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.]
( 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.]
( Self-care is not easy for Wei Wuxian, and might never be, particularly. His cup runneth over enough for the people he takes as being his, the ones he cares for deeply, and those he cares for in a more just capacity, less about family, more about duty and regard for his own moral compass. It doesn't always align with what others thing of as right or wrong, and he doesn't mind that, only finds frustration in butting heads with finding a way forward.
Lan Zhan letting him bathe him in attention under the hot spray of water cascading around them, leaving them hot or cold in turns, or both, is easy for him to sink into. To act, when he has no idea what he's doing, because it's grounding and reaffirming. It's not that he doesn't now know Lan Zhan takes care of him, or that he hasn't started reframing that in his mind; he enjoys it, he realises, with the kind of selfish high he'd be talked down on in various circumstances.
But not here. He screws up, and it doesn't leave him metaphorically flayed by anyone other than himself, and that's a bit new, too, outside of his shijie.
Called handsome in turn, he laughs, touching the tip of his nose to Lan Zhan's. )
Very handsome, you're right. ( The crooked smile says he's accepting it as more than a simple statement of fact: that it's not simply an aesthetic observation, just like what he said wasn't, for all it was also blatantly flirtatious. ) Feel free to eaten whenever, ah?
( Jesting. JESTING. With a wink, and then the hand at Lan Zhan's back with the sponge still clutched in it pulls back around, and he turns in the limited space after squirming around to apply more soap, and return to scrubbing Lan Zhan's abdomen.
In the end, still pressing kisses to where he cleans, he slides around Lan Zhan's side to continue over his back, collecting the trailing ends of his hair to plaster to either side of his neck. With small comments and praises for Lan Zhan the entire time (he may have a two way Thing for this, but as of yet, he hasn't quite pinged to it) he slowly finishes up bathing his back... and then pauses. )
... Oh, drats, I should have washed your hair first.
( Which is so silly to him, because the point would be saving on scrubbing him down again, because shampoo leaves residue, right? That he ends up laughing, resting his forehead on Lan Zhan's shoulder and looping his arms around his waist. )
[He puts his hands on the arms encircled around his waist, leans back a little into the warm body behind his. Wei Ying isn't much shorter than him, but he's so thin that he looks smaller. He's still more solide than people know, but Wangji has no intention of becoming yet one more thing Wei Ying has to carry when he was in fact wanting to support Wei Ying himself.
Once Wei Ying is done with plastering himself to him, and caring for him, it will be Wangji's turn to take over and pamper him for a bit. He's pretty sure that's not happened before.]
( Wangji is absolutely correct, and Wei Wuxian has no idea yet just how much he'll melt into it. This morning has so far been a different kind of thrill, and this, this is a different kind of indulgence, beyond anything he's... ever thought of doing, and for a long moment, he rests his chin on Lan Zhan's shoulder, holding him from behind, and supporting them both in that hot and cold warmth of the shower.
He parts in the slow unclinging of a barnacle, and then he's setting himself to the work of working water, then shampoo, into Lan Zhan's hair, laughing and enjoying the awkwardness he makes of the process. Pressed front to front, he chatters on nonsense about shampoos and a history of having so many floral ones growing up because he kept misplacing or losing his and Jiang Cheng would make off with it if he didn't and so he used all the ones that Jiang Yanli kept their home stocked with, until as he's running his fingers through Lan Zhan's hair to encourage the conditioner to spread through evenly, he's also just... smiling. )
Rinse, then we're done, ah?
( ... No, then Lan Zhan's done, but the shower gremlin has forgotten the point of this exercise around the time where he was kneeling in front of Lan Zhan. )
[For someone so averse to other people's touch, Wangji sure isn't saying anything about Wei Ying clinging to him like his life depends on it.
For someone who likes quiet and silence so much, he sure isn't stopping any of the chatter that Wei Ying needs to fill the space with, mostly because he likes speaking, and also, Wangji guesses, because he gets too into his own head in the silence and he doesn't know what to do with that.
He nods first at the question, and then shakes his head.]
( He freezes, then starts to laugh, head leaning forward to rest on Lan Zhan's neck at the joint to the shoulder, his fingers still crooked in Lan Zhan's hair. )
You know, ( which obviously, Lan Zhan does know; ) I completely forgot about me.
( But it follows that he pulls his head back, leaving a kiss on Lan Zhan's neck in the process, and he does as he'd promised, rinsing out Lan Zhan's hair and sluicing soapy water off him with the side of his hands. Is it also an excuse to simply feel the man he's been limpeting over all day? All night?
Yes, and with no being told to stop, Wei Wuxian's skinshipping harder than ever before in his life. )
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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 punkdick 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...
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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.]
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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. )
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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.]
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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. )
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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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. )
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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.
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( 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."
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[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.]
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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. )
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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.]
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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. )
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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.]
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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. )
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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.]
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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. )
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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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Lan Zhan letting him bathe him in attention under the hot spray of water cascading around them, leaving them hot or cold in turns, or both, is easy for him to sink into. To act, when he has no idea what he's doing, because it's grounding and reaffirming. It's not that he doesn't now know Lan Zhan takes care of him, or that he hasn't started reframing that in his mind; he enjoys it, he realises, with the kind of selfish high he'd be talked down on in various circumstances.
But not here. He screws up, and it doesn't leave him metaphorically flayed by anyone other than himself, and that's a bit new, too, outside of his shijie.
Called handsome in turn, he laughs, touching the tip of his nose to Lan Zhan's. )
Very handsome, you're right. ( The crooked smile says he's accepting it as more than a simple statement of fact: that it's not simply an aesthetic observation, just like what he said wasn't, for all it was also blatantly flirtatious. ) Feel free to eaten whenever, ah?
( Jesting. JESTING. With a wink, and then the hand at Lan Zhan's back with the sponge still clutched in it pulls back around, and he turns in the limited space after squirming around to apply more soap, and return to scrubbing Lan Zhan's abdomen.
In the end, still pressing kisses to where he cleans, he slides around Lan Zhan's side to continue over his back, collecting the trailing ends of his hair to plaster to either side of his neck. With small comments and praises for Lan Zhan the entire time (he may have a two way Thing for this, but as of yet, he hasn't quite pinged to it) he slowly finishes up bathing his back... and then pauses. )
... Oh, drats, I should have washed your hair first.
( Which is so silly to him, because the point would be saving on scrubbing him down again, because shampoo leaves residue, right? That he ends up laughing, resting his forehead on Lan Zhan's shoulder and looping his arms around his waist. )
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[He puts his hands on the arms encircled around his waist, leans back a little into the warm body behind his. Wei Ying isn't much shorter than him, but he's so thin that he looks smaller. He's still more solide than people know, but Wangji has no intention of becoming yet one more thing Wei Ying has to carry when he was in fact wanting to support Wei Ying himself.
Once Wei Ying is done with plastering himself to him, and caring for him, it will be Wangji's turn to take over and pamper him for a bit. He's pretty sure that's not happened before.]
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He parts in the slow unclinging of a barnacle, and then he's setting himself to the work of working water, then shampoo, into Lan Zhan's hair, laughing and enjoying the awkwardness he makes of the process. Pressed front to front, he chatters on nonsense about shampoos and a history of having so many floral ones growing up because he kept misplacing or losing his and Jiang Cheng would make off with it if he didn't and so he used all the ones that Jiang Yanli kept their home stocked with, until as he's running his fingers through Lan Zhan's hair to encourage the conditioner to spread through evenly, he's also just... smiling. )
Rinse, then we're done, ah?
( ... No, then Lan Zhan's done, but the shower gremlin has forgotten the point of this exercise around the time where he was kneeling in front of Lan Zhan. )
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For someone who likes quiet and silence so much, he sure isn't stopping any of the chatter that Wei Ying needs to fill the space with, mostly because he likes speaking, and also, Wangji guesses, because he gets too into his own head in the silence and he doesn't know what to do with that.
He nods first at the question, and then shakes his head.]
And then it's your turn.
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You know, ( which obviously, Lan Zhan does know; ) I completely forgot about me.
( But it follows that he pulls his head back, leaving a kiss on Lan Zhan's neck in the process, and he does as he'd promised, rinsing out Lan Zhan's hair and sluicing soapy water off him with the side of his hands. Is it also an excuse to simply feel the man he's been limpeting over all day? All night?
Yes, and with no being told to stop, Wei Wuxian's skinshipping harder than ever before in his life. )
All done~
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