[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.]
( Wei Wuxian's game is A for Abstract, which while an interesting artform, has little to do with practical application. He's not too fussed on details, figuring (when he thinks on it) they'll figure it out as they go. Will they? Doubtlessly. It's just mechanics, and feelings, and, ah, well, damn.
No, he has no idea what he's doing at all. It shows in the little twitches, the way a confident smile slips when he's not being looked at anymore, his glances and the contemplation on his face, even how he sidles into the range of the couch and plucks up the blanket, shaking it out as a distract to a thought of: what, exactly, is cuddling? Does it lead to makeouts. Is it actually a makeout? Wait, if one has a blanket, and is cuddling, does this also lead to handjobs? Possibly while making out? Definitely while making out.
His mind's a tangled mess of possibilities and no resolutions, such that the television's left dark and he's left staring at the couch holding a blanket in his hands like it has either personally offended him one moment, or personally liberated his worries the next. )
[Wangji finishes making the tea and brings it to the low table in front of his couch... only to find Wei Ying vaguely glaring at the blanket.
He blinks, then comes closer, gently gets the blanket from Wei Ying's hands and wraps it around his shoulders. Wei Ying tends to run colder than him and often complains the temperature is too low in his apartment.]
Come here.
[It's not like Wangji has a much better idea of what to do, but ever since Wei Ying kissed him, his mind has felt... strangely clear. Like things that were hovering on the edges of consciousness have now slotted into their rightful places. So while he does have some uncertainty of his own, he somehow manages to no show it outwardly. Instead, he just takes a seat on the couch and holds out a hand to Wei Ying.
Cuddling Wei Ying seems like a great way to just ... be, for a while. Never mind that he hasn't cuddle anyone but his brother and not in the last five or six years at the very least.]
( Cuddling, of course, also has that whole angle of: what the fuck is involved with it? He can think of platonic cuddling with kids, at least, that's simple. You're the frame they climb over or curl up on and snooze. How does that work with two adults?
He decides to stop thinking hard on it, since he's resolving nothing, and just smiles and accepts the hand held out to him. Only when he goes down, he ends up putting a knee on the couch to the outside of Lan Zhan's leg, and rather than just straight up sit in his lap, straddles his lap facing him.
Then pulling the blanket around with his arms as he hooks them around Lan Zhan's neck and rests his forehead against his. It's an enclosed space, arms and legs and blanket framing Lan Zhan in Wei Wuxian's embrace, and he likes it.
This is probably cuddling, he figures, shy of curling up on Lan Zhan's chest or something, which is more like watching a movie or a fire or fireworks, whatever made sense. Right now, all he wants to do is watch Lan Zhan. )
( He doesn't believe himself to have missed out on anything: he's clearly getting a helping of it here and now. He chuckles, smiling into Lan Zhan's kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of Lan Zhan's neck, rubbing at the small hairs he found there. One stolen kiss, and all he wants to do is steal one in turn, and so he angles to steal a deeper kiss, sliding forward a fraction in Lan Zhan's lap, the blanket precarious around his shoulders and starting to slide down.
Cuddling. He is so working on cuddling right now. )
[That hand at the back of his neck is bringing out shivers and goosebumps, but in a pleasant way.
And listen, making out is basically cuddling with kisses, right? So that's fine, obviously. Because Wangji doesn't want to stop kissing Wei Ying right now.
The blanket falling off is just an excuse to put his arms more frankly around Wei Ying and hoist him closer.
He's not sure how long they keep kissing, but when they finally separate long enough, he feels slightly breathless and his ears are flushed.]
( Maybe minutes, or decades, passed, Wei Wuxian isn't keeping track. There's just Lan Zhan, warm and firm beneath and against him, his lips, his hands, and completely absent thoughts, all his considerable intellect brought down to a series of reactions akin to "good" and "more" and "I like" paired with a fizzling pleasure whenever Lan Zhan made his own pleasures known.
He's greedy, in some part of himself he pretends usually doesn't exist, that knows wanting anything not fleeting by nature is dooming ones self to uncertain futures and unhappy ends. He doesn't linger on thoughts like those, and shies away from implications; hence why it'd taken him so long coming to this point.
He almost starts thinking again when they part lips, finally, for a period of time enough that he can cup the side of Lan Zhan's face and study him from too close to be comfortable, unconsciously licking his lips. He feels the heat at Lan Zhan's ears rather than sees it. He's as breathless, and blushing himself. Also flushed from it all, eyes dark and bright at the same time. )
Does cuddling usually involve tongues?
( A crooked smile, and a huff of laughter, because ah, yes, this. No regrets. No lack of response further south, either, but he'd have to be far less responsive a person than he appears to be to be unstirred by their kissing, their proximity, and the look on Lan Zhan's face. )
[Wei ying's smile is so beautiful. He's so pretty like this, cheeks flushed, eyes slightly wide in wonder.
Somehow, Wangji's hands have found their way under the t-shirt, stroking the warm skin on Wei Ying's sides.]
... I don't know. It's my first time.
[But don't worry, Wei Ying, you're definitely not the only one who is stirred. And well, Wangji is only wearing what he wears around the house before he gets dressed, aka slightly lose cotton lounge pants and a long-sleeved white cotton t-shirt, so really there's nothing much preventing the 'response' from being felt.]
( He can feel that response, amused by it the same way one might be amused at something they know as a fact which doesn't, at the same time, tempt them to worry over it. He does squirm down, a provocation that goes to stillness because he's not actually trying to take things anywhere that level of suggestive, instead leaning down again to kiss Lan Zhan's cheek, above his brow, a slow and wondering sort of peppering of affection he has not allowed himself... ever, really. Slightly turned on, very present in the moment, and having failed cuddling one-oh-one, Wei Wuxian's not all that perturbed. He is, instead, half smiling. )
Mm, guess that makes two of us.
( For all his implied talked game, he's never been casually intimate with people beyond words. )
Seems like this can work for us, though.
( Leaning back without sitting back, both hands cradling Lan Zhan's face as his skin shivers under Lan Zhan's touch. He uses the pads of his thumbs to trace Lan Zhan's cheekbones, blinking down at him slowly, slower than he'd been kissing him a moment before. )
[There's a sucked-in breath at the squirm, and then Wangji's eyes fluttering close at the butterfly kisses all over his face... until those words and then Wangji actually looks surprised.]
... You kept boasting about girls all the time.
[And he's literally seen you flirt to get free food before, so... yes, he's definitely surprised.]
( cue the semi awkward laugh as he glances to the side, red dusting his cheeks more evidently. he fidgets, which is far more suggestive when straddling his boyfriend's lap, fingers distractedly combing through Lan Zhan's hair. )
Mmm, people have all kinds of expectations, you know? It's not something that's come up.
( glossing past that it's not something that's come up in a context where he was willing to respond--people have tried gifting or stealing kisses before, but hadn't succeeded. Lan Zhan might guess the why when Wei Wuxian is far less fickle and far harder to pin down than his general nature would lead most to, semi correctly, believe. )
You? You're way too handsome to have never--
( he's exactly the kind of stubborn who might have never, on there other hand. making out and cuddling being their own newness, sure, but any kisses? )
[So that was all talk, huh. Somehow, this is both surprising and not, because Wei Ying is the kind of person that will boast until the end of times, but he is also a very handsome man, and cute, and gorgeous, and Wangji is pretty sure there are a lot of boys and girls on campus who would have loved nothing more than a chance at him.
Bu it's true that Wei Ying is... slippery. Also a lot more shy than most people would believe.
But then Wei Ying turns the question on him, and he shakes his head.]
... Never. There was never anyone I liked enough to do that before.
( Boasting is easy, and he boasts about true things, too! Relationships, however, were empty talk he never minded either way, because most of what anyone else boasted about was as empty. The fact he never wanted messy entanglements, guarded his heart far more closely than people largely realised, is and has been afraid of commitment in a way hard to describe when it gets dismissed as being typical for any young man made a loud person very simply quiet on this.
That he's red across his face right now, that he laughs as a form of almost anxious release and relief, that he shifts and rests his forehead against Lan Zhan's again, well. That's building bridges. The kissing is easier than this, actually. Action always is. )
Never? Lan Zhan, you romantic fool.
( Said fondly, with his eyes closed, thumbs stroking over Lan Zhan's skin. )
No other crushes? Not even when you were Xiao Zhan?
( He opens his eyes then, staring way too closely at Lan Zhan's face given he's not attempted to move his head again. )
[He actually thinks about this, for a few, long seconds, before he shakes his head again.]
No. No one else.
[Just you, and your loud exclamations and your bright smiles and your easygoing attitude, barreling into his life.
And now sitting on his lap, flushed, slightly breathless, and your hands on him, and he likes that. Likes how easily his own hands close around your waist and hips, how easy it is to just hike up the shirt to touch skin and stroke your side.]
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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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No, he has no idea what he's doing at all. It shows in the little twitches, the way a confident smile slips when he's not being looked at anymore, his glances and the contemplation on his face, even how he sidles into the range of the couch and plucks up the blanket, shaking it out as a distract to a thought of: what, exactly, is cuddling? Does it lead to makeouts. Is it actually a makeout? Wait, if one has a blanket, and is cuddling, does this also lead to handjobs? Possibly while making out? Definitely while making out.
His mind's a tangled mess of possibilities and no resolutions, such that the television's left dark and he's left staring at the couch holding a blanket in his hands like it has either personally offended him one moment, or personally liberated his worries the next. )
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He blinks, then comes closer, gently gets the blanket from Wei Ying's hands and wraps it around his shoulders. Wei Ying tends to run colder than him and often complains the temperature is too low in his apartment.]
Come here.
[It's not like Wangji has a much better idea of what to do, but ever since Wei Ying kissed him, his mind has felt... strangely clear. Like things that were hovering on the edges of consciousness have now slotted into their rightful places. So while he does have some uncertainty of his own, he somehow manages to no show it outwardly. Instead, he just takes a seat on the couch and holds out a hand to Wei Ying.
Cuddling Wei Ying seems like a great way to just ... be, for a while. Never mind that he hasn't cuddle anyone but his brother and not in the last five or six years at the very least.]
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He decides to stop thinking hard on it, since he's resolving nothing, and just smiles and accepts the hand held out to him. Only when he goes down, he ends up putting a knee on the couch to the outside of Lan Zhan's leg, and rather than just straight up sit in his lap, straddles his lap facing him.
Then pulling the blanket around with his arms as he hooks them around Lan Zhan's neck and rests his forehead against his. It's an enclosed space, arms and legs and blanket framing Lan Zhan in Wei Wuxian's embrace, and he likes it.
This is probably cuddling, he figures, shy of curling up on Lan Zhan's chest or something, which is more like watching a movie or a fire or fireworks, whatever made sense. Right now, all he wants to do is watch Lan Zhan. )
Comfortable?
( He asks, lips curling up in a smile. )
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With their faces close like this, it's easy to move just a little to rub their noses together like bunnies.]
Hm.
[Yes, this is comfortable. Very comfortable. He likes it. See what you've been missing out on now, Wei Ying?
It's fine if Wei Ying wants to watch him. He's been watching Wei Ying for so long now, and he doesn't think he could get tired of it.
Can he steal a kiss, now that they're officially dating? He's sure this is a thing people who are dating do, so he's just going to do that.]
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Cuddling. He is so working on cuddling right now. )
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And listen, making out is basically cuddling with kisses, right? So that's fine, obviously. Because Wangji doesn't want to stop kissing Wei Ying right now.
The blanket falling off is just an excuse to put his arms more frankly around Wei Ying and hoist him closer.
He's not sure how long they keep kissing, but when they finally separate long enough, he feels slightly breathless and his ears are flushed.]
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He's greedy, in some part of himself he pretends usually doesn't exist, that knows wanting anything not fleeting by nature is dooming ones self to uncertain futures and unhappy ends. He doesn't linger on thoughts like those, and shies away from implications; hence why it'd taken him so long coming to this point.
He almost starts thinking again when they part lips, finally, for a period of time enough that he can cup the side of Lan Zhan's face and study him from too close to be comfortable, unconsciously licking his lips. He feels the heat at Lan Zhan's ears rather than sees it. He's as breathless, and blushing himself. Also flushed from it all, eyes dark and bright at the same time. )
Does cuddling usually involve tongues?
( A crooked smile, and a huff of laughter, because ah, yes, this. No regrets. No lack of response further south, either, but he'd have to be far less responsive a person than he appears to be to be unstirred by their kissing, their proximity, and the look on Lan Zhan's face. )
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Somehow, Wangji's hands have found their way under the t-shirt, stroking the warm skin on Wei Ying's sides.]
... I don't know. It's my first time.
[But don't worry, Wei Ying, you're definitely not the only one who is stirred. And well, Wangji is only wearing what he wears around the house before he gets dressed, aka slightly lose cotton lounge pants and a long-sleeved white cotton t-shirt, so really there's nothing much preventing the 'response' from being felt.]
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Mm, guess that makes two of us.
( For all his implied talked game, he's never been casually intimate with people beyond words. )
Seems like this can work for us, though.
( Leaning back without sitting back, both hands cradling Lan Zhan's face as his skin shivers under Lan Zhan's touch. He uses the pads of his thumbs to trace Lan Zhan's cheekbones, blinking down at him slowly, slower than he'd been kissing him a moment before. )
Is that okay?
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... You kept boasting about girls all the time.
[And he's literally seen you flirt to get free food before, so... yes, he's definitely surprised.]
You've never kissed anyone before?
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Mmm, people have all kinds of expectations, you know? It's not something that's come up.
( glossing past that it's not something that's come up in a context where he was willing to respond--people have tried gifting or stealing kisses before, but hadn't succeeded. Lan Zhan might guess the why when Wei Wuxian is far less fickle and far harder to pin down than his general nature would lead most to, semi correctly, believe. )
You? You're way too handsome to have never--
( he's exactly the kind of stubborn who might have never, on there other hand. making out and cuddling being their own newness, sure, but any kisses? )
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Bu it's true that Wei Ying is... slippery. Also a lot more shy than most people would believe.
But then Wei Ying turns the question on him, and he shakes his head.]
... Never. There was never anyone I liked enough to do that before.
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That he's red across his face right now, that he laughs as a form of almost anxious release and relief, that he shifts and rests his forehead against Lan Zhan's again, well. That's building bridges. The kissing is easier than this, actually. Action always is. )
Never? Lan Zhan, you romantic fool.
( Said fondly, with his eyes closed, thumbs stroking over Lan Zhan's skin. )
No other crushes? Not even when you were Xiao Zhan?
( He opens his eyes then, staring way too closely at Lan Zhan's face given he's not attempted to move his head again. )
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No. No one else.
[Just you, and your loud exclamations and your bright smiles and your easygoing attitude, barreling into his life.
And now sitting on his lap, flushed, slightly breathless, and your hands on him, and he likes that. Likes how easily his own hands close around your waist and hips, how easy it is to just hike up the shirt to touch skin and stroke your side.]
Just you.
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but was waiting for this tag worth it--
yes it was..... lol
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