[..... No, no, Wei Ying you do not, in fact, look more decent than the last time you were on camera and also, you're dripping water on the tile he just mopped.]
... Wei Ying.
Finish your shower, dry your hair and get dressed first.
[How are you going to go and clean while wearing a towel? Knowing you, it's going to fall down midway, and your new boyfriend is not quite ready for full frontal nudity just yet.]
( ... He wants to insist, but frankly, one look at Lan Zhan, and the towel wrapped Wei Wuxian just goes: )
Ahahaha... right!
( Then turns and dashes more sedately back to the shower, because. Compared to last time, or five minutes earlier, it feels a lot more suggestive to be dripping wet and naked behind a towel in from of Lan Zhan, which did not occur to him either until he was out there.
Wei Wuxian's shower is... slightly longer than he'd anticipated. One hundred percent of it is giving him time to try and collect his thoughts.
The effort fails.
When he does emerge, it's wearing all Lan Zhan's borrowed clothes laid out for him, his hair damp but brushed and loosely braided to leave a singular damp trail through the borrowed shirt, and Wei Wuxian, standing again in the kitchen, vaguely holding his arms out to his sides and examining his front like there's anything to see musing, out loud: )
( Oh. Oh. Oh, he loves when he knows useless things Lan Zhan doesn't about popular culture, because he knows so many useless things about popular culture. Tugging at his sleeves, mostly to pull them up from his hand and see about doing a small fold back to leave his wrists partly exposed, he ambles closer to Lan Zhan, eyes flicking up with a very obvious grin. )
You know, when couples wear each other's clothing. Though I think half the idea with boyfriend shirts is you're stealing them because you just want to wear them yourself, and no offense, but wearing your buttondowns most days will just make me look like I don't know how to dress myself in business casual.
( Teasing, partly, but also aware of necessary looks and how things have to properly layer to look put together instead of like a mockery of fashion sense. Still, he's also come close enough now that he's hovering over Lan Zhan's shoulder to look down at his new batch of breakfast edibles, heavily debating internally if he should reach out or not. He ultimately...
... does not, and instead shuffles around to Lan Zhan's less busy side to stand there, shoulders brushing, looking down at the pan. )
You're free to wear whatever of mine you want, I have a few things that'd fit, if you could stand wearing any of them.
[Well, that's also because Wangji's button-downs are not your size, Wei Ying, since your shoulders are decidedly less wide and you pack a lot less muscle.
Which would mean they would be too big on you and you would have to roll the sleeves, and don't you know, that actually sounds pretty nice to look at, now that Wangji thinks about it.
Wangji is very aware of where Wei Ying is at all times now, so even though he is focusing on the cooking he still hears him come closer, but didn't quiet expect him to all but plaster himself to him - he did not, but to a Lan, that's basically what it is.
He spares a side look, and then goes back to focusing on the cooking.]
You're thinner than me and we don't wear the same colors.
I own t-shirts and I think you'd look nice in them.
( Comes across as a more teasing, somewhat arch quip, though he's not lying. Slightly tighter t-shirts do wonders for showcasing that difference in musculature, right? )
At least around the house.
( He can't imagine Lan Zhan in anything but his usual colours outside the house. It doesn't compute.
Asked to pour the tea, he steps away, gathering up what he feels they need and setting the pot on the tray at the table. )
Mah, I'll pour once we're ready, no need to let the tea start cooling too soon. Placemats or anything?
[The teasing only falls a little flat because it doesn't come to Wangji's mind that his ... boyfriend... might like to see him in a tight shirt that would make his muscles stand out. So this extra 'around the house' only earns a vaguely confused look.]
Just one for you. I've already had breakfast.
[Because he's been up for almost five hours himself already, but he'll have a cup of tea.]
Ahahaha, you, why are you up with the dawn? One day, Lan Zhan, one day you'll sleep in and we'll eat breakfast together.
( The vague confusion sets a Thought into sprouting in Wei Wuxian's head, left for tending on another day. As it is, he gestures for his very-new boyfriend to take a seat, pouring the tea with more refinement than anyone who only knew him from the university would expect out of him. He'd been raised properly, whatever else was said, and he knows the ways of it even when he has pointedly nudged tradition to his own ends, time and time again.
It helps that all the traditions are new, relearned and recaptured from a time that denied them. It does not help that he's too quick embracing the future and the reinterpretation of rediscovered pasts. He's a headache for several reasons, but he's never minded it overmuch.
Tea poured, he slides one to where Lan Zhan generally sits, and smiles, before turning to ferret out a placemat for himself, setting it down on the table. )
( then again, he does recall Lan Zhan has rather packed mornings. )
... Won't you want to eat after working out? That doesn't take you three hours.
( Wei Wuxian might take that long after Lan Zhan wakes up to roll out of bed and into motion.
He does settle in to eating after that, not forgetting to praise Lan Zhan in the process: overacted, in part, because he tends to be like that, but every word sincere. He's a little more self conscious today, so his eyes tend to dart down again after eye contact, and he sits a touch more stiffly, but he relaxes over the course of his meal. )
[Don't worry, Wei Ying, he won't actually let himself starve.
Besides, watching you eat his food is a joy in itself. he's just going to sip his tea and watch you. Where Wei Ying's eyes are a bit shifty and uncertain, darting off to the side, Wanji is outright staring, and unashamedly so.
That's his boyfriend here. It still barely feels real. But the memory of Wei Ying's lips on his is very real.]
( He feels all the staring more than usual, since he tends to shrug it off as Lan Zhan making sure he eats, since it's not terribly normal watching anyone eat? He thinks? He's not sure, parents might do such with children, but also his joy of shared cooking tends to leave people crying, and he definitely watches with keen interest to see if anyone's ever going to appreciate things he makes without needing to visit a clinic for what comes after. One day.
As it is, he does eat, politely... picking up his plate after a grin and another, pointed thank you, planning to head to the kitchen to do the part of this he can manage: the cleaning. Rinsing? The Stuff Where Plates Are Cleaned. He's got this. )
[Wangji sips his tea and watches. He's not uncomfortable with silence, never has been, but he knows Wei Ying tends to be, which is why he babbles. But for now, he eats the food, and then goes to rinse his plate... and when he does, Wangji acts on instinct.
He gets up and walks behind Wei Ying and wraps his arms around Wei Ying's waist.]
( It's not strange to hear Lan Zhan get up and come after him, he has his own prescribed way of doing everything after all, what he doesn't expect is what he probably should have.
Namely, getting hugged from behind. He outright flinches in Lan Zhan's arms, more of a checked urge to jump at the unexpected surprise: he doesn't talk about it, but as much as they both are reserved in touch in general, Wei Wuxian knows he seems far more liberal, but this is so much. The plate almost slips out of his hands to go crashing to the ground, only caught at the last moment when he leans forward and snatches it with one hand, without having managed to pull himself away from Lan Zhan.
He ends up making a sort of choked off yelp sound, then laughs, a bit breathlessly: )
Lan Zhan, how am I going to do that when you're like this?
( As if Lan Zhan was going to barnacle on to his waist around the whole kitchen or something. )
[Let him savor this a bit, will you? So yes, his front his plastered to you back and his cheek against yours, and he just... needs a moment to realize he's finally caught you after all this time.]
( ... He's very warm. Warm, and firm, and easy to lean back into, settling into that embrace with more ease than he expected he'd have felt with anyone, really. )
I honestly don't remember.
( Probably not, but asking him to think about that right now feels difficult. )
Did you?
( Man holding plate in kitchen while being cuddled by his boyfriend: holy shit, he's his boyfriend. )
( Is he actually moving?! Or not?! He's still holding on! Wei Wuxian brings the plate up higher, until it's resting against his chest. )
Did you want me not to?
( He hadn't... thought that far ahead. Wasn't he staying? Didn't he usually? Was that supposed to change one way or the other. Is he ever getting this plate in the goshdarn dishwasher?! )
[If you had classes, he would have made you go, but apparently today 'I don't remember' won't prompt an urging to open your calendar and check.]
I'll put your clothes in the wash.
[One last nuzzle and he finally lets go, leaving the area to go get said clothes and chuck them in the washing machine along with some of his own. He'll get them to the dryer afterwards so Wei Ying can change back into them.]
( Every small hair on the back of his neck stands on end at the nuzzle, and he does shiver at that, visibly and felt. )
Riiight, got it, I'll do that.
( Not an appropriate response to what Lan Zhan said, but still what he has once he's let go, and to the dishwasher he goes, putting the plate inside and then standing there in the kitchen with his mind both buzzing and blank in turns.
In the end, he looks for Lan Zhan, and... drapes his arms over his shoulders, leaning against his back in turn. It's both bold and tentative in turns of wondering how he's going to react, but also... kind of nice, taking this version of a gamble and seeing how more deliberate intimacies are taken. He's not used to them. Neither is Lan Zhan, as far as he knows. )
What do you say if we... cuddle.
( Spoken by Lan Zhan's ear, with a smile in his eyes. )
[Wangji is not used to intimacies, and down right finds being touched distasteful on most days but... he's let Wei Wuxian drape over him or touch him in many ways for months now, has carried him more than one time, and has just simply never protested any of it in any way.
Not that Wei Ying seems to have noticed.
he was making the bed when Wei Ying caught him, and the moment of tension was more because it was unexpected - he's actually distracted enough he didn't hear him arrive - than because it's unwanted, and he soon relaxes when the source is identified.]
Alright. Let me just finish this.
[Cuddling is... not a thing he has done since he was quite small and only with his brother, but he find out he quite wants to try it with Wei Ying.
And he's not going to try and push him away, just... work around it somehow to finish making the bed. If Wei Ying wants to toddle along, it's fine.]
( He could be helpful. For five whole seconds, he considers what that means, still draping off Lan Zhan's back, before he sighs with a sort of amused sound, brushing Lan Zhan's hair off the back of his neck to press a kiss there for no reason other than he wants to, and then starting to shift away so he can help with the bed making. He's very good at bed making! Also at sheet stripping, and even the laundry part, if all he has to do is throw detergent and fabric into a machine and let the machine do the work.
The point is, he has some limited domestic ability, and he's willing to use it to borrow on cuddle time, which sounds novel and not at all like something he, who tends to be distractible or else so immersed in what he's working on he ignores whatever's around him, has done since childhood.
Maybe that's why it's appealing.
... Maybe it's also because then he can turn on a movie. Or something! He'll figure it out then. Later. )
[The kiss definitely makes him give a start and look over his shoulder with a startled blink, but then here is Wei Ying helping him make the bed instead of fooling around so... so let's just finish that quickly.
Wei Ying, showered and smelling of Wangji's soap and shampoo, and wearing some of Wangji's clothes, and generally being in Wangji's space... Yes, this is good, this feels right.
And with the two of them doing it, the task is soon done. And...]
... Couch?
[because it'll be more comfortable? Unless Wei Ying wants to use the bed?]
( If they stay on the bed this will stay approximately at cuddle for three minutes before something else comes up or comes off; he can pretend he'll be better behaved on the couch.
And by better behaved, he plans to sit in Lan Zhan's lap and put on a horror film, because it's way more fun to gasp and snort at what's going on if he gets to lounge on Lan Zhan at the same time, or something.
(He's not planned far on this.) )
Couch! Unless you wanted to stay here and unmake the bed all over again?
( He grins, reaching out to s l o w l y press a finger. To the made bed. Bop. )
[Wangji... actually seems to consider it for like three seconds, before...]
... Couch.
[It's not like he hasn't been aware of his own feeling for quite some time, or he hasn't read about what is supposed to happen, but his knowledge is just that, theoretical. And while Wei Yin talks a good game, Wangji has never seen him actually dating anyone - and if the rumors on campus are to be believed, they have been dating for months anyway.
So as inviting as this could be, Wangji doesn't feel quite equipped to go that fast, and he'll lead the way back out of the room, and go make tea first, to have some within easy reach. There's a blanket on the back of the couch because of course there is, Wangji's apartment looks like a designer magazine's dream home.
Cuddling seems like a better starting point, especially since for all his reading, Wangji doesn't actually have any of the essentials for having sex on hand right now. he'll have to remedy that as soon as Wei Ying goes back to his place.]
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... Wei Ying.
Finish your shower, dry your hair and get dressed first.
[How are you going to go and clean while wearing a towel? Knowing you, it's going to fall down midway, and your new boyfriend is not quite ready for full frontal nudity just yet.]
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Ahahaha... right!
( Then turns and dashes more sedately back to the shower, because. Compared to last time, or five minutes earlier, it feels a lot more suggestive to be dripping wet and naked behind a towel in from of Lan Zhan, which did not occur to him either until he was out there.
Wei Wuxian's shower is... slightly longer than he'd anticipated. One hundred percent of it is giving him time to try and collect his thoughts.
The effort fails.
When he does emerge, it's wearing all Lan Zhan's borrowed clothes laid out for him, his hair damp but brushed and loosely braided to leave a singular damp trail through the borrowed shirt, and Wei Wuxian, standing again in the kitchen, vaguely holding his arms out to his sides and examining his front like there's anything to see musing, out loud: )
Does this count as a boyfriend shirt?
( CONCEPTUALLY NOVEL THOUGHT(lessly stated) )
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He gives a look over his shoulder, and his heart gives a little thump! at seeing Wei Ying wearing his clothes.
Although...]
... What do you mean?
[Your boyfriend is not exactly up to date with this kind of stuff, Wei Ying. You might have to explain.]
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You know, when couples wear each other's clothing. Though I think half the idea with boyfriend shirts is you're stealing them because you just want to wear them yourself, and no offense, but wearing your buttondowns most days will just make me look like I don't know how to dress myself in business casual.
( Teasing, partly, but also aware of necessary looks and how things have to properly layer to look put together instead of like a mockery of fashion sense. Still, he's also come close enough now that he's hovering over Lan Zhan's shoulder to look down at his new batch of breakfast edibles, heavily debating internally if he should reach out or not. He ultimately...
... does not, and instead shuffles around to Lan Zhan's less busy side to stand there, shoulders brushing, looking down at the pan. )
You're free to wear whatever of mine you want, I have a few things that'd fit, if you could stand wearing any of them.
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Which would mean they would be too big on you and you would have to roll the sleeves, and don't you know, that actually sounds pretty nice to look at, now that Wangji thinks about it.
Wangji is very aware of where Wei Ying is at all times now, so even though he is focusing on the cooking he still hears him come closer, but didn't quiet expect him to all but plaster himself to him - he did not, but to a Lan, that's basically what it is.
He spares a side look, and then goes back to focusing on the cooking.]
You're thinner than me and we don't wear the same colors.
It's almost done. Pour the tea?
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( Comes across as a more teasing, somewhat arch quip, though he's not lying. Slightly tighter t-shirts do wonders for showcasing that difference in musculature, right? )
At least around the house.
( He can't imagine Lan Zhan in anything but his usual colours outside the house. It doesn't compute.
Asked to pour the tea, he steps away, gathering up what he feels they need and setting the pot on the tray at the table. )
Mah, I'll pour once we're ready, no need to let the tea start cooling too soon. Placemats or anything?
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Just one for you. I've already had breakfast.
[Because he's been up for almost five hours himself already, but he'll have a cup of tea.]
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( The vague confusion sets a Thought into sprouting in Wei Wuxian's head, left for tending on another day. As it is, he gestures for his very-new boyfriend to take a seat, pouring the tea with more refinement than anyone who only knew him from the university would expect out of him. He'd been raised properly, whatever else was said, and he knows the ways of it even when he has pointedly nudged tradition to his own ends, time and time again.
It helps that all the traditions are new, relearned and recaptured from a time that denied them. It does not help that he's too quick embracing the future and the reinterpretation of rediscovered pasts. He's a headache for several reasons, but he's never minded it overmuch.
Tea poured, he slides one to where Lan Zhan generally sits, and smiles, before turning to ferret out a placemat for himself, setting it down on the table. )
Your tea is served!
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It's strange, he feels both like nothing has changed much, and yet somehow everything looks a little brighter now.]
I'm just used to waking up early. But I can wait for you for breakfast.
[It's not like he needs to eat right the minute he gets up. In fact he usually goes for a run or to the gym before he has breakfast.]
Eat while it's hot.
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( then again, he does recall Lan Zhan has rather packed mornings. )
... Won't you want to eat after working out? That doesn't take you three hours.
( Wei Wuxian might take that long after Lan Zhan wakes up to roll out of bed and into motion.
He does settle in to eating after that, not forgetting to praise Lan Zhan in the process: overacted, in part, because he tends to be like that, but every word sincere. He's a little more self conscious today, so his eyes tend to dart down again after eye contact, and he sits a touch more stiffly, but he relaxes over the course of his meal. )
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[Don't worry, Wei Ying, he won't actually let himself starve.
Besides, watching you eat his food is a joy in itself. he's just going to sip his tea and watch you. Where Wei Ying's eyes are a bit shifty and uncertain, darting off to the side, Wanji is outright staring, and unashamedly so.
That's his boyfriend here. It still barely feels real. But the memory of Wei Ying's lips on his is very real.]
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As it is, he does eat, politely... picking up his plate after a grin and another, pointed thank you, planning to head to the kitchen to do the part of this he can manage: the cleaning. Rinsing? The Stuff Where Plates Are Cleaned. He's got this. )
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He gets up and walks behind Wei Ying and wraps his arms around Wei Ying's waist.]
Just leave it in the dishwasher.
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Namely, getting hugged from behind. He outright flinches in Lan Zhan's arms, more of a checked urge to jump at the unexpected surprise: he doesn't talk about it, but as much as they both are reserved in touch in general, Wei Wuxian knows he seems far more liberal, but this is so much. The plate almost slips out of his hands to go crashing to the ground, only caught at the last moment when he leans forward and snatches it with one hand, without having managed to pull himself away from Lan Zhan.
He ends up making a sort of choked off yelp sound, then laughs, a bit breathlessly: )
Lan Zhan, how am I going to do that when you're like this?
( As if Lan Zhan was going to barnacle on to his waist around the whole kitchen or something. )
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[Let him savor this a bit, will you? So yes, his front his plastered to you back and his cheek against yours, and he just... needs a moment to realize he's finally caught you after all this time.]
Do you have class today?
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I honestly don't remember.
( Probably not, but asking him to think about that right now feels difficult. )
Did you?
( Man holding plate in kitchen while being cuddled by his boyfriend: holy shit, he's his boyfriend. )
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No classes today.
[Another minute and then he lets go, slowly, sort of. He still has his hands on Wei Ying's hips.]
Are you staying?
[It wouldn't be the first time that Wei Ying stays at least until after lunch after a hangover.]
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Did you want me not to?
( He hadn't... thought that far ahead. Wasn't he staying? Didn't he usually? Was that supposed to change one way or the other. Is he ever getting this plate in the goshdarn dishwasher?! )
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[If you had classes, he would have made you go, but apparently today 'I don't remember' won't prompt an urging to open your calendar and check.]
I'll put your clothes in the wash.
[One last nuzzle and he finally lets go, leaving the area to go get said clothes and chuck them in the washing machine along with some of his own. He'll get them to the dryer afterwards so Wei Ying can change back into them.]
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Riiight, got it, I'll do that.
( Not an appropriate response to what Lan Zhan said, but still what he has once he's let go, and to the dishwasher he goes, putting the plate inside and then standing there in the kitchen with his mind both buzzing and blank in turns.
In the end, he looks for Lan Zhan, and... drapes his arms over his shoulders, leaning against his back in turn. It's both bold and tentative in turns of wondering how he's going to react, but also... kind of nice, taking this version of a gamble and seeing how more deliberate intimacies are taken. He's not used to them. Neither is Lan Zhan, as far as he knows. )
What do you say if we... cuddle.
( Spoken by Lan Zhan's ear, with a smile in his eyes. )
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Not that Wei Ying seems to have noticed.
he was making the bed when Wei Ying caught him, and the moment of tension was more because it was unexpected - he's actually distracted enough he didn't hear him arrive - than because it's unwanted, and he soon relaxes when the source is identified.]
Alright. Let me just finish this.
[Cuddling is... not a thing he has done since he was quite small and only with his brother, but he find out he quite wants to try it with Wei Ying.
And he's not going to try and push him away, just... work around it somehow to finish making the bed. If Wei Ying wants to toddle along, it's fine.]
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The point is, he has some limited domestic ability, and he's willing to use it to borrow on cuddle time, which sounds novel and not at all like something he, who tends to be distractible or else so immersed in what he's working on he ignores whatever's around him, has done since childhood.
Maybe that's why it's appealing.
... Maybe it's also because then he can turn on a movie. Or something! He'll figure it out then. Later. )
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Wei Ying, showered and smelling of Wangji's soap and shampoo, and wearing some of Wangji's clothes, and generally being in Wangji's space... Yes, this is good, this feels right.
And with the two of them doing it, the task is soon done. And...]
... Couch?
[because it'll be more comfortable? Unless Wei Ying wants to use the bed?]
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And by better behaved, he plans to sit in Lan Zhan's lap and put on a horror film, because it's way more fun to gasp and snort at what's going on if he gets to lounge on Lan Zhan at the same time, or something.
(He's not planned far on this.) )
Couch! Unless you wanted to stay here and unmake the bed all over again?
( He grins, reaching out to s l o w l y press a finger. To the made bed. Bop. )
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... Couch.
[It's not like he hasn't been aware of his own feeling for quite some time, or he hasn't read about what is supposed to happen, but his knowledge is just that, theoretical. And while Wei Yin talks a good game, Wangji has never seen him actually dating anyone - and if the rumors on campus are to be believed, they have been dating for months anyway.
So as inviting as this could be, Wangji doesn't feel quite equipped to go that fast, and he'll lead the way back out of the room, and go make tea first, to have some within easy reach. There's a blanket on the back of the couch because of course there is, Wangji's apartment looks like a designer magazine's dream home.
Cuddling seems like a better starting point, especially since for all his reading, Wangji doesn't actually have any of the essentials for having sex on hand right now. he'll have to remedy that as soon as Wei Ying goes back to his place.]
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but was waiting for this tag worth it--
yes it was..... lol
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