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( 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.

( 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. )

... It's fine. Shampoo rinses off.

[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.]

And then it's your turn.

( 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. )

All done~

... Yes. You do that a lot.

[Forgetting about yourself while caring for so many others. Is it any wonder Wangji has made it his life mission to care for you now?

And Wei Ying is certainly not going to be told to stop anytime soon. Although some adjustments might be needed to... actually, no, Wei Ying can stay right here he is with his arms around Wangji's waist and Wangji can still wash his hair. He's going to to just that, massaging the suds into the scalp and then gently pushing on some pressure points there, just to help with the relaxing.]

Do I?

( Contemplating if it's true or not; it's nothing he's evaluated closely before in the past. Doing so is uncomfortable for reasons he also doesn't examine, and he sighs, staying as he is while Lan Zhan's fingers get up to some mysterious magic in his hair. He did not know half those particular pressure points felt a fraction this good to have massaged until now, and he'd done so for himself on occasion.

So he doesn't fight it, soaking up the heat and contact and at least keeping himself steady enough even as he's becoming more and more pliable under Wangji's touch. )

All the time.

[But now at least Wei Ying is relaxing. Wangji finishes with the shampoo and conditioner, rinsing it out thoroughly, and then goes for the soap... but decides against using the sponge, instead massaging it in with his hands directly.

Wei Ying really is too thin, even if there is some muscle on his frame. And he explores all of them as he goes down, pressing points the same way he did on his scalp. not that there's much tension left to be taken care of, but as he told Wei Ying, if he can still stand by the end of it, then he did it wrong.

He's absolutely taking you back to bed for a nap after this.]

( It's so dangerously tempting to go boneless under all this attention, though he finds himself rambling about nothing in particular as Lan Zhan soaps him up, working his fingers into his skin up and down his body. He in fact would slump over if he didn't lock his knees and brace an arm against the wall of the shower.

He stares at Lan Zhan, wondering why in a weird way, he's even more turned on now than he was when he woke up with the man's lips around his dick, then promptly decides: it doesn't matter. At least he's not showing it too much..............

............................. okay, at least he hopes Lan Zhan's ignoring it, which might be why he's chattering even more, because he doesn't particularly want to do anything about it. It's not his fault! He's had a recovery period! He's young! An extremely handsome man is literally feeling him up! It feels good in an entirely sensual and not sexual sense, but he's also! Freaking! Turned on! )

Hahaha, are we, ah, clean yet?

( Before he's tempted to make another mess, Lan Zhan. )

[Well, he's not going to mention it just then, not until he's done at least. He is also vaguely impressed, to be quite honest, but surprised? Not as much as Wei Ying is. Contrary to what most people think, Wei Ying doesn't let people come close very easily, and Wangji has seen over the years how he guards himself, almost shies away from letting others care for him. he's been granted the privilege now, and he's going to take full advantage of it.

But when Wei Ying asks, this time he gives a very pointed look downward.]

... Don't you want to take care of that first?

( Lan Zhan looks down, and Wei Ying looks down too, blinking at his erection. He starts to laugh, shaking his head and waving a hand. )

No, no, weren't we getting ready for the day?

( Ignoring his traitor of a heart beating faster, or that he swallows. No, that's, this, it's a lot. He already feels like he has jelly for knees. )

.... Like this?

[Wei Ying, first, no, we were going back to bed for a nap for you and probably some quiet reading time for him, and also, would you truly be getting ready for the day with a freaking boner?]

That doesn't look very practical.

I wear boxers, it's fine, it's fine!

( He waves his hand and takes advantage and snuggles up on wet, hot, naked Lan Zhan, as much as he can. )

Lan Zhaaan... Breakfast wasn't big enough, I'm hungry.

( Minx. )

Edited (turns out mall is not an html tag) 2021-07-24 05:41 (UTC)

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