( Day one of this kind of new intimacy is not the day Wei Wuxian will be comfortable in his own hedonism around someone willing to indulge him, and be indulged in turn, whatever that might look like. He's not helping by all his snuggling and draping, but he turns his hips enough that he's not jutting anything right into Lan Zhan. Bodies in soft and hard angles, making spaces for each other, and he presses a second lazy kiss to Lan Zhan's lips when all of a sudden, they're there, kissing his. )
Can I help?
( He's going to trail after him anyway, not generally up this early—usually he stays up way too late—but circumstances conspire that he'd slept better than usual, and he's been wired since first waking up, more energetic after all this than given to lassitude. He'll reach for a towel to drape, helpfully, over Lan Zhan's head, probably at the same moment Lan Zhan's reaching for towels. Can I, can I, can I. )
[Yes, he's also going to grab a towel so he can start drying Wei Ying's hair a bit before letting him take over while he takes care of his own.
... Should he let Wei Ying help with breakfast? Probably not if he wants to eat anything himself, but 'help' really just mans finding him something to do that will occupy his hands and extra energy while not resulting in disaster.]
You can cut the vegetables for me. But we need to put something on first.
( He finished toweling off and practically prances out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist, hunting down a shirt and boxers that aren't left on the ground from yesterday to wear. He'll be practically circling back to Lan Zhan and then heading for the kitchen with things still... tented.... but slowly going down, as things sensibly... do. Eventually.
He is, however, now in the fridge and calling out: )
Hey, Lan Zhan, which veggies?
( Only to lean back with a grin on his face, holding up... an eggplant. And wiggling his eyebrows. )
[Meanwhile, Wangji gets into the usual things he wears while not outside and that he apparently brought in his overnight bag, leggings and a long-sleeved t-shirt.
If Wei Ying is so intent on ignoring his erection, he'll do his best to do so as well..... at least until his boyfriend goes and makes a dick joke, of course, because why wouldn't he?
How to respond, how to respond...]
If you want some.
[And he's going to rinse the rice in cold, cold water, and not roll his eyes.]
( Look the tenting's going down over time, okay, he said it would! Mostly because he's, uh, also sure if Lan Zhan started laying hands on him again he'd be even more wired up, not tired.
But yes, dick jokes. )
What about...
( He pulls out... a zucchini, since the cucumbers have all been used. The onion and garlic are in dry storage, so after he gets some response from Lan Zhan, he'll head over and pull those out, setting himself up with a cutting board and his favourite knife. Which he has not named, but is still his favourite knife. )
( Because why not, but as he's chopchopping and chattering inbetween, he's at least right that physiology has settled back to normal, and the vegetables are rather effectively chopped. Not evenly; he prefers a little variance in shape and size, but that's fine, right?
Totally.
Carrying over the bowl and cutting board, both filled with vegetables, he sets them down on the counter near Lan Zhan.
Then, surreptitiously, slides up behind Lan Zhan to wrap his arms around his waist at first reasonable chance, rest his chin on his shoulder, and nuzzle at his neck. )
Looking good.
( Playfully, either what Lan Zhan's making, Lan Zhan himself, both, or... mysterious option dick. )
[Wangji would have given a start, except he is always aware of where Wei Ying is at all times, and also he's been letting him be a barnacle pretty much since the moment they woke up.
So it's fine, he can continue to do so, as long as...]
Be careful about the cooking oil, it's hot.
[And it might project, and your arms around his midsection are uncovered, so fair warning. But if you won't let go, he'll just start putting the vegetables in and then the tofu and sauce, to stir-fry all of it.]
( Letting go is something he's generally good at, which is why he doesn't at all right now. Splattered oil won't even make him flinch, though thankfully for them both, what does hit heat and spring forth from pan confines mostly goes to the sides, or back, or is caught again by the pan. He watches the whole process with idle fascination from Lan Zhan's shoulder, breathing in the scents of cooking everything, vegetables and tofu and the sauce, watching the wok hay and in general being a not terribly useful addition to this process.
Though he does keep up an off and on chatter commentary of what's going on in the pan, along with; )
( ... wait, that makes him weird, doesn't it? He finally unbarnacles himself from Lan Zhan and collects the plates for dishing, setting them down to the side of the range. )
Right, right, breakfast smells amazing! Does anything not smell amazing when you make it?
[Yes, Wei Ying might look like he's moving and talking all the time, but Wangji actually knows he's capable of being quiet when Wangji is practicing his music. It's happened a few times before.]
It's a new recipe. Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells.
[Especially since, as usual, spice dosage has to be eyeballed because tasting is an absolute no.]
... I do. I said so, right? I can promise not to make faces the whole time.
( he won't make any, other than attentiveness. in the various ways he clowns around, during times where people truly need to work, he does not.
either way, the thoughts on food make him glance down and he presses a kiss to the back of Lan Zhan's neck, brushing aside stray locks of hair to do so. )
If it doesn't, I'll whine about it so you know.
( he's mostly teasing. he really only whines when comfortable with doing so, and if it's helpful in some sense: helpful to learn from, helpful to distract, helpful to redirect. )
Mah, want tea? Did you already make tea. Have I forgotten about tea?
( That's the moment where Wei Wuxian does as he said he should, and sighs as he unkoalas himself, pressing a parting kiss to Lan Zhan's shoulder as he turns and sets about making tea. His worst tea crimes are usually oversteeping after being distracted and losing track of time; he was focussed on the kitchen and Lan Zhan and the tea, and so it's less likely now than most days.
The kettle sets to boil to the right temperature, and he pulls open the drawer for the steeper, chatting as he does: )
What did you want this morning?
( Lan Zhan, are you sure you're putting this man back to bed after feeding him? )
[Yes, yes, he is sure. And you'll be crashing in no time once he has you back in there, he is sure as well.]
Jasmine, please.
[Wangji usually drinks a lot of straight black tea, but doesn't shy away from more floral blends on occasion. And once his limbs are free, it's easy enough to pile the food in bowls and bring them to the table along with chopsticks and some extra spicy sauce for seasoning for Wei Ying.]
Are you going to be living here now? Not with your brother anymore?
( He finds the jasmine, preparing their tea as Wangji sets to getting their serving sizes together. At the question, he pauses, looking to Lan Zhan. )
With Jiang Cheng? You do realise I got tired of listening to his whining shouting sexcapades months ago, right, that's why Fei Du was feeling helpfully inclined after he decided on going full time with Wenzhou.
[Wangji's eyes are going to widen a bit at that, because.... are they talking about the same Jiang Wanyin here?]
Since when does Jiang Wanyin have... 'sexcapades'?
[No seriously, what even? People usually think Wangji is the repressed one, and to be honest he doesn't really care or do anything to dispel the notion, but... really?]
[Wangji opens his mouth. Closes it. Stares at his tea cup with a slight frown.]
... Oh.
[He has actually know Huaisang the longest, out of all the people he knows here, and 'sexcapades' are definitely something he would believe of Huaisang for sure. The man has a reputation and he is not shy about it.
But to think he'd have chosen Jiang Wanyin, of all people... People who think Nie Huaisang is a wimp and a coward and someone who gives up easily truly don't know him all that well.]
( Oh, anyone who thinks Nie Huaisang is not a tiger in a kitten's skin are easily incapable of looking past any surface, and likely deserve everything they have coming. Wei Wuxian smiles, carrying his own mug of tea and one bowl arbitrarily selected, heading for the table. )
Come on, don't let it break your brain too much! That'd be if I shared any of what I'd been overhearing.
[There are certain things he is aware of, but without any desire to know more about them and this is most definitely one of them. Except, maybe on on point.]
Are they moving in together, then? Does Huaisang's brother know?
[Wangji doesn't remember his brother telling him about that, and if Xichen knew, he would have mentioned it, and there's only one way he would know, if Nie Mingjue had told him.]
How brave do you think the two of them are being? I figure he will once anything serious is brought up, though if Huaisang will realise it first or Jiang Cheng will bluster his way into proposing is anyone's guess.
[That serious, huh? Well, Wangji is certain he will either witness the fireworks first hand or hear about them from his brother anyway. It's not like the older nie brother will actually do anything bad to his little brother's suitor once he gets the surprise out of his system in the best way he knows - which will be loud, no doubt. Hopefully, he and Huaisang don't have too big of a fight about it, because Xichen always gets stuck in the middle of those.
Although now that he thinks about it...]
Wei Ying, would you move in with me if I asked you to?
( the tea cup slips out of his hands and hits the counter, bounces, and Wei Wuxian catches it in the spray of hot water and hot ceramic in a fumble as he dances back, yelping. )
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Can I help?
( He's going to trail after him anyway, not generally up this early—usually he stays up way too late—but circumstances conspire that he'd slept better than usual, and he's been wired since first waking up, more energetic after all this than given to lassitude. He'll reach for a towel to drape, helpfully, over Lan Zhan's head, probably at the same moment Lan Zhan's reaching for towels. Can I, can I, can I. )
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... Should he let Wei Ying help with breakfast? Probably not if he wants to eat anything himself, but 'help' really just mans finding him something to do that will occupy his hands and extra energy while not resulting in disaster.]
You can cut the vegetables for me. But we need to put something on first.
[No cooking naked, that's how accidents happen.]
i only have srs tags u_u
( He finished toweling off and practically prances out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist, hunting down a shirt and boxers that aren't left on the ground from yesterday to wear. He'll be practically circling back to Lan Zhan and then heading for the kitchen with things still... tented.... but slowly going down, as things sensibly... do. Eventually.
He is, however, now in the fridge and calling out: )
Hey, Lan Zhan, which veggies?
( Only to lean back with a grin on his face, holding up... an eggplant. And wiggling his eyebrows. )
You think?
( Dicks, dicks on the brain, dicks everywhere. )
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If Wei Ying is so intent on ignoring his erection, he'll do his best to do so as well..... at least until his boyfriend goes and makes a dick joke, of course, because why wouldn't he?
How to respond, how to respond...]
If you want some.
[And he's going to rinse the rice in cold, cold water, and not roll his eyes.]
Some onion and garlic too.
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But yes, dick jokes. )
What about...
( He pulls out... a zucchini, since the cucumbers have all been used. The onion and garlic are in dry storage, so after he gets some response from Lan Zhan, he'll head over and pull those out, setting himself up with a cutting board and his favourite knife. Which he has not named, but is still his favourite knife. )
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[What kind of reaction are you expecting beyond a vaguely exasperated smile, Wei Ying.
At least he knows he can let you chop in peace and that should help with some of that energy you seem to have in limitless amounts at times.
Meanwhile, Wangji will set up the rice cooker, start training the tofu, and beat some eggs with soy sauce.
It's not exactly a new scene, this, but after what happened between last night and this morning, it still feels different.]
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Totally.
Carrying over the bowl and cutting board, both filled with vegetables, he sets them down on the counter near Lan Zhan.
Then, surreptitiously, slides up behind Lan Zhan to wrap his arms around his waist at first reasonable chance, rest his chin on his shoulder, and nuzzle at his neck. )
Looking good.
( Playfully, either what Lan Zhan's making, Lan Zhan himself, both, or... mysterious option d
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So it's fine, he can continue to do so, as long as...]
Be careful about the cooking oil, it's hot.
[And it might project, and your arms around his midsection are uncovered, so fair warning. But if you won't let go, he'll just start putting the vegetables in and then the tofu and sauce, to stir-fry all of it.]
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Though he does keep up an off and on chatter commentary of what's going on in the pan, along with; )
What was it you had to get done today?
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[Which is why he was able to just pack up and come after learning Wei Ying hadn't had dinner.]
I do have practice in the afternoon and I booked a studio for it, so I'll have to go.
[And go back to his place to pick up his instrument, too, because he didn't cart this here on top of his bag and the food.]
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( ... wait, that makes him weird, doesn't it? He finally unbarnacles himself from Lan Zhan and collects the plates for dishing, setting them down to the side of the range. )
Right, right, breakfast smells amazing! Does anything not smell amazing when you make it?
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[Yes, Wei Ying might look like he's moving and talking all the time, but Wangji actually knows he's capable of being quiet when Wangji is practicing his music. It's happened a few times before.]
It's a new recipe. Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells.
[Especially since, as usual, spice dosage has to be eyeballed because tasting is an absolute no.]
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( he won't make any, other than attentiveness. in the various ways he clowns around, during times where people truly need to work, he does not.
either way, the thoughts on food make him glance down and he presses a kiss to the back of Lan Zhan's neck, brushing aside stray locks of hair to do so. )
If it doesn't, I'll whine about it so you know.
( he's mostly teasing. he really only whines when comfortable with doing so, and if it's helpful in some sense: helpful to learn from, helpful to distract, helpful to redirect. )
Mah, want tea? Did you already make tea. Have I forgotten about tea?
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[And maye making tea will make Wei Ying settle down a little. The kiss makes Wangji give a shiver, but he doesn't dislodge Wei Ying.
At least until...]
I need to put the food in the bowls, Wei Ying.
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( That's the moment where Wei Wuxian does as he said he should, and sighs as he unkoalas himself, pressing a parting kiss to Lan Zhan's shoulder as he turns and sets about making tea. His worst tea crimes are usually oversteeping after being distracted and losing track of time; he was focussed on the kitchen and Lan Zhan and the tea, and so it's less likely now than most days.
The kettle sets to boil to the right temperature, and he pulls open the drawer for the steeper, chatting as he does: )
What did you want this morning?
( Lan Zhan, are you sure you're putting this man back to bed after feeding him? )
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Jasmine, please.
[Wangji usually drinks a lot of straight black tea, but doesn't shy away from more floral blends on occasion. And once his limbs are free, it's easy enough to pile the food in bowls and bring them to the table along with chopsticks and some extra spicy sauce for seasoning for Wei Ying.]
Are you going to be living here now? Not with your brother anymore?
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With Jiang Cheng? You do realise I got tired of listening to his whining shouting sexcapades months ago, right, that's why Fei Du was feeling helpfully inclined after he decided on going full time with Wenzhou.
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Since when does Jiang Wanyin have... 'sexcapades'?
[No seriously, what even? People usually think Wangji is the repressed one, and to be honest he doesn't really care or do anything to dispel the notion, but... really?]
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Nie Huaisang.
( There is a source of inspiration behind everything. That was, bizarrely, the one here. )
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... Oh.
[He has actually know Huaisang the longest, out of all the people he knows here, and 'sexcapades' are definitely something he would believe of Huaisang for sure. The man has a reputation and he is not shy about it.
But to think he'd have chosen Jiang Wanyin, of all people... People who think Nie Huaisang is a wimp and a coward and someone who gives up easily truly don't know him all that well.]
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Come on, don't let it break your brain too much! That'd be if I shared any of what I'd been overhearing.
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[There are certain things he is aware of, but without any desire to know more about them and this is most definitely one of them. Except, maybe on on point.]
Are they moving in together, then? Does Huaisang's brother know?
[Wangji doesn't remember his brother telling him about that, and if Xichen knew, he would have mentioned it, and there's only one way he would know, if Nie Mingjue had told him.]
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( He shrugs, taking a sip of tea. )
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[That serious, huh? Well, Wangji is certain he will either witness the fireworks first hand or hear about them from his brother anyway. It's not like the older nie brother will actually do anything bad to his little brother's suitor once he gets the surprise out of his system in the best way he knows - which will be loud, no doubt. Hopefully, he and Huaisang don't have too big of a fight about it, because Xichen always gets stuck in the middle of those.
Although now that he thinks about it...]
Wei Ying, would you move in with me if I asked you to?
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I'm okay!
( he says automatically, followed by: )
The cup's okay!
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