[Wangji gives a small jump at his arms suddenly being full of Wei Ying, blinking at the kiss to his nose.]
It's nothing to apologize for.
[And no need to roll away. Wangji's arm around Wei Ying does not move as his boyfriend tries to escape, and he lies down with Wei Ying still fully on top of him.]
( With his movement checked, Wei Wuxian resettles easily on Lan Zhan, breathing out in a snort of amusement as Lan Zhan lays down. At the question, he snuggles down like some errant cat squirming under a blanket, humming a contemplative note. )
Mm, don't know. Lan Zhan, you're all hard, nothing plush to hold onto.
( This would sound like a complaint if he didn't sound like he was laughing. That, and he leans up, pulling himself a touch forward to press a kiss to Lan Zhan's chin this time. )
Very comfortable. Getting more so.
( Getting more used to this, and equal parts very, very aware they're now on a bed, and are less than fully dressed, and... and... Lan Zhan is unbearably attractive.
Wei Wuxian sighs, burying his face to the side of Lan Zhan's neck. He only nuzzles once, on better behaviour than what his curiosity almost compels him to do. )
Let's get to sleep before I start seeing how late I can keep you up.
[Okay, that's good. Because Wangji as surprising as it is to even him, is also feeling quite comfortable like this with his boyfriend lying on top of him like a cat.
The nuzzling, and the tickling feeling of Wei Ying's breath against his skin, is really, really nice too. But those words...]
... Are you holding back just because you want me to sleep?
[And is Wangji's hand straying down a bit from Wei Ying's waist?]
( Let that hand stray, he's curling his lips up into a grin and looking down at Lan Zhan's face through half-hooded eyes. )
Lan Zhan, are you inviting me to eat your noodles? I'm not holding back just because I want you to sleep. I'm holding back because we have a whole tomorrow, and no one said interesting things only have to happen at night, right?
( What does he even mean by interesting things? No, no, they both know what he means. He means indulging each other to whatever degrees they want, and this time he finally leans in to press a lingering kiss to Lan Zhan's lips. It's intoxicating in that new way, and hey, mornings are... lazy for him, but great times for the overactive Lan Zhan and.. wait!
He chuckles, pulling his head back to give another lazy cat stare down at Lan Zhan. )
Why don't I challenge you to try to creatively get me up earlier than usual?
( Wake... him... up................... he means wake him up. )
Because clearly, very clearly, Wei Ying is teasing, but he also has no actual idea of the type of mine he's stepped on. Wangji hasn't been idle since they've become official, because he wants to do things right. So before anything else...]
Do I have your permission to do whatever I want to wake you up?
[He sort of knows Wei Ying is probably going to say yes, just like he knows Wei Ying has little idea of what he's saying yes to.]
( Who did not even bother pausing to think? Wei Wuxian, who blinks and smiles down at Lan Zhan after. He figures he might get tickled awake, kissed awake, who knows? Something sweet.
(He is in fact entirely unaware of where Lan Zhan's mind has already gone. Not that he'll object in the learning, but his fantasies start out in a much simpler line.) )
Short of dumping me in a tub of cold water or bringing in a dog.
( One sounds like a hassle, the other means he's never sleeping over again, so hey. )
[Wangji stays silent a bit longer, because it is very, very obvious that Wei Ying probably has no idea of what he's just agreed to. But it's fine. Probably.
He can at least reassure him on one point.]
Of course I wouldn't do that to you.
[He's known about Wei Ying's fear of dogs for a while, and he's even chased a few over the times they've known each other.]
( Thus the only unreasonable fear he could have had is shelved, and he rolls off to Lan Zhan's side, then... hesitates, before cuddling up to him. This is fine. He's slept by people (read: Jiang Cheng, largely) when he was younger, and it was nothing like this, so this is probably what dating is about.
... Yeah, it's totally about. Cuddling in bed.
... He's tired, but he's not even sure he can sleep like this. He's partly under covers, and that's fine, as long as he doesn't overheat, and his brain won't turn off and suddenly he's just listening to Lan Zhan breathe, until eventually, finally, he drifts off to sleep.
Surprisingly, he doesn't move much at night, only shifts blankets some when he does, eventually, get too hot. )
[Wangji sleeps soundly with that warm weight at his side. And of course, at 5 am his eyes open, and then he takes a moment to simply... be. He is in bed with Wei Ying pressed against his side. Sleeping soundly, his breath softly tickling Wangji's neck.
Well, Wei Ying did say to try and waked him up creatively. And he's been reading up.
So first, he gently disentangles himself and rolls Wei Ying onto his back. And then spend probably way too long just looking at his sleeping face, because Wei Ying really is beautiful.
Anyway.
He starts by a soft kiss on his lips, and then in the crook of his neck, while his fingers go to dive under the stupid, green t-shirt, and stroke the warm skin of Wei Ying's side, up and down, for a few seconds, before they go down resolutely and pull at the elastic band of his boxers, and then gently nudge them down.
Wangji has never done this in his life, but he has documented himself, and more importantly, he wants to do this.
Just, give him a moment to admire first, before he takes Wei Ying's cock in his hand, just feeling how soft the skin feels, feeling the weight of it in his palm. And then he bends over so he can kiss the tip of it and then draw it into his mouth.
Okay, that looks actually very manageable for now. So he just takes more in.]
( Wei Wuxian sleeps deeply when he feels safe. Notable, then, that he sleeps deeply enough by Lan Zhan's side that when rolled he barely twitches, and when kissed he wrinkles his brow and mumbles something meaningless, shifting an arm. He responds to every touch with the physical twitch of skin, breathing stuttering as touches trace his side, a small squirm as dreams take a turn while his mind rises out of the deepest sleep into one of painted pictures in dreams. There's no coherent framework, only a sense of touch and warmth and growing, aching arousal, Wei Wuxian shifting his legs and curling his toes, fingers blindly digging into the fabric of his own shirt where one hand lays sprawled across his stomach.
He'd been half hard before, physiological side effect, but the brush of lips and the wet warmth of Lan Zhan's mouth is more shocking to his system than the warmth of his hand the moment before. He's never had a blowjob in his life, though he's imagined them here and there, had dreams where they were abstractly drawn, but his dreaming state is thrown to chaos in the face of that unexpected surge of pleasure.
What skin of his is exposed pebbles, his dick twitching with interest and growing harder beneath the slick velvet softness of his skin, and his hips shift, his legs try to shift, as if anchoring himself in the wake of this pleasure ship crossing his sea.
He's waking, an uninhibited moan spilling from his lips as he does, but he's not awake yet. Just a bundle of response and small movements, all languorous and slow, outside of the evidence of his arousal between Lan Zhan's beautiful lips. Apparently destined to be DSLs-- )
[Of course they are if the dick is Wei Ying's. Ahem.
It's a rather fascinating sensation to feel Wei Ying harden right there in his mouth, because of what he's doing. And quite something to feel him make all these small movements, hips twitching, legs bending in spite of themselves, and the moan... the moan is certainly doing interesting things to Wangji's own anatomy, attuned to sound that he is.
The boxer shorts that he only just pulled down are a bit of a hindrance now, but he certainly isn't planning to stop what he is doing or get his mouth off, so he resorts, to groping a little blindly for the fabric and pulling and...
that sure was the sound of fabric ripping as the poor shorts expire after many years of faithful service, and, well, at this stage, all that's left is to just rip them the rest of the way off and be done with them, so he'll do just that, while bobbing his head gently to accommodate for Wei Ying's small movements. Mostl,y he's just letting him move his hips and following those cues.]
( One would think the blowjob would wake Wei Wuxian up, and it was, in a slow, languorous, disbelieving and pleasurable way, but no, it was not waking him up faster than his sudden jolt to awareness at the ripping sound of fabric.
His poor briefs, who have long served him comfortably and well, have been sacrificed at the altar of Lan Zhan's desire, without Wei Wuxian being party to the consideration. Later, he'll bemoan this, partly serious, mostly still blown away (... hah) at Lan Zhan's sheer inventiveness. The altar of his desire is breathtaking to behold. Perhaps literally so.
As it is, he's startled into an adrenaline spike and a half-aborted attempt to sit up, which mostly has his over half-hard dick twitch as his abdomen contracts and his already goosefleshed skin leaves him with dusky buds for nipples and a sudden, overwhelming sense of sleepy awareness and aroused awe. There's no way this is real? Only it is, he's never dreamed anything like this, has rather lacked in dreaming imagination it seems, and he reaches out to touch Lan Zhan and ends up raking his nails into his hair and holding on, voice gravely and eyes wide and pupils wider than they should be, a mess of sensation and his own involuntary, choked off moan around a series of words, a name: )
Lan Zhan?
( Real or not real?! His toes curl, he's braced up on one arm, and he's panting, unaware of it really, though the last is equal part sudden wakefulness as response to the arousal coursing through his lower core. Thinking? That was a problem for later Wei Wuxian. He has no brain for it right now. )
[Well, it's a good thing you brain is not needed for anything but autonomous nervous functions right now, Wei Ying.
Wangji looks up at Wei Ying at the words and the sudden movement, gaze intense under long lashes, but his lips stay firmly wrapped around Wei Ying's cock. One of his hands does move to steady his hips, just splayed on there to prevent too much movement. This is his first time doing this and he wouldn't want to choke, and Wei Ying trying to sit up did make him realize he needed to control the movement a bit more now that wakefulness is in the mix.
He kind of likes Wei Ying's hand in his hair and pulling a bit though. That feels nice. And the sound of Wei Ying's breath coming up short and panting, that sounds nice. Honestly, he could do this all day.]
( Also good that he can, with Lan Zhan's guidance of that steadying hand at his hips, not jerk in unfortunate ways. He cannot fathom what's happening beyond the fact it is, and his toes curl up and he fists his hand in Lan Zhan's hair all the more tightly, his other hand still braced against the sheets.
Maybe one of these days, when not already sensitive from sleep and overstimulation of visual and sensory output first thing as he was startled (pleasantly) awake, this would be a show for Lan Zhan as much as it's Lan Zhan's showing yet one more way to care for Wei Wuxian. As it is, he's brought to climax far too soon, and only manages a strangled, )
Lan Zhan, I'm there—
( As if that's an explanation, and then turns into a writhing dervish trying to get his rock hard dick out of Lan Zhan's mouth because his brain also cannot fathom not doing that, so caught off guard. Because he really is going to come, he can feel it, and that's rude? Isn't it rude. He has no idea, he's never had a blow job, never given one, never thought hard on them other than knowing they exist and seeing the odd porn gif here or there, and oh dear gods please if he doesn't manage to get away he's coming in Lan Zhan's mouth--or heavens forbid, gets just enough away to come on his face, he'll die. He'll just have to die after apologising and cleaning Lan Zhan up, he knows it.
[Sorry, Wei Ying, but you're not going anywhere. Because, in case you forgot, your boyfriend is strong.
A lot of people do not expect this from a student in traditional music. the department is not known for gathering the most athletic students. But Wangji runs every day, and he goes to the gym, and while this is usually tastefully hidden under his long sleeves and rather modest clothing, his muscles are rather impressive.
So both of Wei Ying's hips get grabbed and pinned to the bed this time, rather forcefully. 'Don't move' seems to be the inescapable message.
Truth be told, Wangji only has his readings and a bit o recent exploration to draw from as experience, so he's not quite sure what to expect, but he started this so now he's committed to doing it properly.
( He doesn't forget so much as forgets in a moment of incredibly turned on fear, pinned down to the bed as Lan Zhan's lips and mouth and face are doing criminally good things--his heart was already hammering from the adrenaline rush as he woke, and it's rabbit fast speeds not slowing down now.
Kept from moving, to both their benefit, silly dear puts just enough of a damper on him that he lasts longer than he thought, panting and whining out Lan Zhan before oh, gods , his hand tightens in hair, in sheets, every muscle in his abdomen contracts, even his legs, and he shudders with a moan that might have been an attempt at his boyfriend's name before he jerks, gasping, coming once, then with shudders following, twice, a third time with his toes curled tight and him desperately trying to catch his breath, lights dancing in his eyes, ears ringing, and mind and unhelpful, warm expanse of extreme contentment--minus one lingering concern.
Wide eyed, pupils blown to the point they look comically large, he faintly recalls to let go of his hold on Lan Zhans hair, fighting a losing battle against post orgasmic bliss to offer: )
Oh my gods, Lan Zhan, you're gonna need water to wash that down--
( ... just because he's a virgin does not mean he does not know exactly how he tastes.
... though Lan Zhan's cooking at least... helps... )
[Wangji had him deep enough in his mouth that relatively little of Wei Ying's cum hit his tongue, but what little did is, indeed, not the most pleasant taste, and he does make a small face at it... but he still slowly pulls himself off Wei Ying's cock and then licks his lips anyway.
He did read about all of this, he knew this was not necessarily going to be the fun part, but he wanted to try it. And yes, he can safely say this is not a taste he enjoys, for now at least, but it's also not revolting. He can definitely stand it easily if that means he gets to go down on Wei Ying more.
Anyway, for now, he's going to simply look up from where he is between Wei Ying's legs, and.... his lips twitch. Is that a smile?]
( ..................... Wei Wuxian points, spluttering, torn between either laughing or crying, but definitely falling toward laughing. )
Hah! Hah! You, you, you! Lan Zhan, you're incredible!
( In several ways, and his spent dick gives a sad twitch in particular remembrance of oh at least two of them. Not that it stops him from acting, which is why he curls forward to clasp his hands to either side of Lan Zhan's face. Is this all a little awkward for him? Yes, because it's not only new, it's so new it's paler than fresh snow for him, but also: )
That's how you decided to wake me up? Come up here—
( Tug, tug, seriously come lay over his NAKED SWEATY BODY he wants to kiss and also bask in his lassitude while boggling over his boyfriend's brain. )
Looking very satisfied with himself because he definitely surprised Wei Ying with this, for sure. And that reaction is so... much. Of course he sort of expected that, but still.
He crawls up so he can lie down next to Wei Ying, and instead of laying over him, grab him to roll him on top of himself instead, closing his arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck.]
( He starts to protest when Lan Zhan settles in at his side, then grunts as he's rolled on top of his boyfriend instead. He doesn't mind it so much, though now his whole backside is starting to chill, because he's naked, thanks. He scoffs, dropping his head down next to Lan Zhan's and whining next to his ear, nuzzling in. )
Lan Zhan, when I said anything, I was thinking more like stealing all the blankets or rolling me out of bed!
( He laughs again, shortly, more or less bouncing there on Lan Zhan's chest. )
You're no fair, you know that? For one, I'm way too awake now, for another, where are my shorts? I went to sleep in underwear! And for a third...
( Here he lifts up his head, so he can look down into Lan Zhan's face with a sort of pseudo-pouting expression. )
When do I get my lips on you?
( Wei Wuxian: has zero ideas about blow jobs other than what are things his brain can come up with that he himself might find interesting, plus the surreal and hot experience of being woken up by one right now. He squirms suggestively, which also has him wince, still rather sensitive himself. )
[Why would he steal the blankets or roll you out of bed, Wei Ying? That sounds like the sort of things little kids that were not the kind of very serious child Wangji was do.
When Wei Ying asks about his underwear, Wangji's lips twitch.]
... I'll buy you new ones.
[The unfortunate remnants of the boxer shorts are probably somewhere by the foot of the bed, wherever they landed after Wangji got them out of the way.
That pout is going to be the end of Wangji, though. And the squirming is halted by Wangji's arms tightening around Wei Ying's waist for a moment.]
( Lan Zhan, they sound like the sort of things one gets out of a rowdy household and a brother who you wrestle with in various ways throughout your childhood. Pranks! Tricks! Not blowjobs!
Regardless, now his eyebrows quirk up, and his voice drops lower: )
Lan Zhan.
( Come on there, Hercules, did you have to sacrifice his clothing on the altar of your very surprising and sexy wake-up call? )
I liked those!
( Now, in spite of those tightened arms, or maybe because of them, his very naked boyfriend is squirming lower, or trying. )
[If you really like those, then he'll shake heaven and earth until he finds the exact, same ones for you. Try him.
And yes, yes, he did have to sacrifice them because they were in the way.
But then, there's more squirming, and Wangji just... strokes Wei Ying's cheek with his fingers.]
... Only if you want to. You don't have to.
[He did it because he felt like it, not out of an expectation of exact reciprocity. It's fine if Wei Ying doesn't want to do it, or wants to do something else, or even just wants to go back to sleep. He'll take everything.]
I don't want the same ones, I want the ones that are super comfortable from years of washing...
( He leans into the cheek stroke, then puffs out his cheeks a little, not as exaggerated a pout as earlier. )
Lan Zhan. When do I ever say things just to sound nice for someone, instead of saying what I mean to do?
( He kicks up one foot, letting it sway in the air behind him, a pendulum of sorts. )
I. Want. You. I want to taste you! I want to kiss down your chest ( ignore that he's starting to turn a little red; he's keeping eye contact this whole time ) and across your stomach and I'm going to admire your abs but also those mermaid lines and everything else, ah? I want you.
( It's no less true for being slower to slide into the sexy frying pan than Lan Zhan is. )
[That blush is cute, especially when you are reminded, like Lan Wangji, that he has seen this man flirt his heart out for free food and yet he confessed to never having even kissed anyone before.
But then, even blushing he keeps speaking and, well, he's good at speaking, and it's. A lot. Wangji's ears are definitely very pink now. But he's not breaking eye contact either.]
Alright. Do whatever you want.
[But Wangji is wearing more than Wei Ying was, so you're going to have to unwrap your present, Wei Ying.]
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It's nothing to apologize for.
[And no need to roll away. Wangji's arm around Wei Ying does not move as his boyfriend tries to escape, and he lies down with Wei Ying still fully on top of him.]
... Comfortable?
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Mm, don't know. Lan Zhan, you're all hard, nothing plush to hold onto.
( This would sound like a complaint if he didn't sound like he was laughing. That, and he leans up, pulling himself a touch forward to press a kiss to Lan Zhan's chin this time. )
Very comfortable. Getting more so.
( Getting more used to this, and equal parts very, very aware they're now on a bed, and are less than fully dressed, and... and... Lan Zhan is unbearably attractive.
Wei Wuxian sighs, burying his face to the side of Lan Zhan's neck. He only nuzzles once, on better behaviour than what his curiosity almost compels him to do. )
Let's get to sleep before I start seeing how late I can keep you up.
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The nuzzling, and the tickling feeling of Wei Ying's breath against his skin, is really, really nice too. But those words...]
... Are you holding back just because you want me to sleep?
[And is Wangji's hand straying down a bit from Wei Ying's waist?]
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Lan Zhan, are you inviting me to eat your noodles? I'm not holding back just because I want you to sleep. I'm holding back because we have a whole tomorrow, and no one said interesting things only have to happen at night, right?
( What does he even mean by interesting things? No, no, they both know what he means. He means indulging each other to whatever degrees they want, and this time he finally leans in to press a lingering kiss to Lan Zhan's lips. It's intoxicating in that new way, and hey, mornings are... lazy for him, but great times for the overactive Lan Zhan and.. wait!
He chuckles, pulling his head back to give another lazy cat stare down at Lan Zhan. )
Why don't I challenge you to try to creatively get me up earlier than usual?
( Wake... him... up................... he means wake him up. )
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Because clearly, very clearly, Wei Ying is teasing, but he also has no actual idea of the type of mine he's stepped on. Wangji hasn't been idle since they've become official, because he wants to do things right. So before anything else...]
Do I have your permission to do whatever I want to wake you up?
[He sort of knows Wei Ying is probably going to say yes, just like he knows Wei Ying has little idea of what he's saying yes to.]
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( Who did not even bother pausing to think? Wei Wuxian, who blinks and smiles down at Lan Zhan after. He figures he might get tickled awake, kissed awake, who knows? Something sweet.
(He is in fact entirely unaware of where Lan Zhan's mind has already gone. Not that he'll object in the learning, but his fantasies start out in a much simpler line.) )
Short of dumping me in a tub of cold water or bringing in a dog.
( One sounds like a hassle, the other means he's never sleeping over again, so hey. )
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He can at least reassure him on one point.]
Of course I wouldn't do that to you.
[He's known about Wei Ying's fear of dogs for a while, and he's even chased a few over the times they've known each other.]
Sleep.
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... Yeah, it's totally about. Cuddling in bed.
... He's tired, but he's not even sure he can sleep like this. He's partly under covers, and that's fine, as long as he doesn't overheat, and his brain won't turn off and suddenly he's just listening to Lan Zhan breathe, until eventually, finally, he drifts off to sleep.
Surprisingly, he doesn't move much at night, only shifts blankets some when he does, eventually, get too hot. )
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Well, Wei Ying did say to try and waked him up creatively. And he's been reading up.
So first, he gently disentangles himself and rolls Wei Ying onto his back. And then spend probably way too long just looking at his sleeping face, because Wei Ying really is beautiful.
Anyway.
He starts by a soft kiss on his lips, and then in the crook of his neck, while his fingers go to dive under the stupid, green t-shirt, and stroke the warm skin of Wei Ying's side, up and down, for a few seconds, before they go down resolutely and pull at the elastic band of his boxers, and then gently nudge them down.
Wangji has never done this in his life, but he has documented himself, and more importantly, he wants to do this.
Just, give him a moment to admire first, before he takes Wei Ying's cock in his hand, just feeling how soft the skin feels, feeling the weight of it in his palm. And then he bends over so he can kiss the tip of it and then draw it into his mouth.
Okay, that looks actually very manageable for now. So he just takes more in.]
oh Lan Zhan, oh
He'd been half hard before, physiological side effect, but the brush of lips and the wet warmth of Lan Zhan's mouth is more shocking to his system than the warmth of his hand the moment before. He's never had a blowjob in his life, though he's imagined them here and there, had dreams where they were abstractly drawn, but his dreaming state is thrown to chaos in the face of that unexpected surge of pleasure.
What skin of his is exposed pebbles, his dick twitching with interest and growing harder beneath the slick velvet softness of his skin, and his hips shift, his legs try to shift, as if anchoring himself in the wake of this pleasure ship crossing his sea.
He's waking, an uninhibited moan spilling from his lips as he does, but he's not awake yet. Just a bundle of response and small movements, all languorous and slow, outside of the evidence of his arousal between Lan Zhan's beautiful lips.
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Of course they are if the dick is Wei Ying's. Ahem.It's a rather fascinating sensation to feel Wei Ying harden right there in his mouth, because of what he's doing. And quite something to feel him make all these small movements, hips twitching, legs bending in spite of themselves, and the moan... the moan is certainly doing interesting things to Wangji's own anatomy, attuned to sound that he is.
The boxer shorts that he only just pulled down are a bit of a hindrance now, but he certainly isn't planning to stop what he is doing or get his mouth off, so he resorts, to groping a little blindly for the fabric and pulling and...
that sure was the sound of fabric ripping as the poor shorts expire after many years of faithful service, and, well, at this stage, all that's left is to just rip them the rest of the way off and be done with them, so he'll do just that, while bobbing his head gently to accommodate for Wei Ying's small movements. Mostl,y he's just letting him move his hips and following those cues.]
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His poor briefs, who have long served him comfortably and well, have been sacrificed at the altar of Lan Zhan's desire, without Wei Wuxian being party to the consideration. Later, he'll bemoan this, partly serious, mostly still blown away (... hah) at Lan Zhan's sheer inventiveness. The altar of his desire is breathtaking to behold. Perhaps literally so.
As it is, he's startled into an adrenaline spike and a half-aborted attempt to sit up, which mostly has his over half-hard dick twitch as his abdomen contracts and his already goosefleshed skin leaves him with dusky buds for nipples and a sudden, overwhelming sense of sleepy awareness and aroused awe. There's no way this is real? Only it is, he's never dreamed anything like this, has rather lacked in dreaming imagination it seems, and he reaches out to touch Lan Zhan and ends up raking his nails into his hair and holding on, voice gravely and eyes wide and pupils wider than they should be, a mess of sensation and his own involuntary, choked off moan around a series of words, a name: )
Lan Zhan?
( Real or not real?! His toes curl, he's braced up on one arm, and he's panting, unaware of it really, though the last is equal part sudden wakefulness as response to the arousal coursing through his lower core. Thinking? That was a problem for later Wei Wuxian. He has no brain for it right now. )
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Wangji looks up at Wei Ying at the words and the sudden movement, gaze intense under long lashes, but his lips stay firmly wrapped around Wei Ying's cock. One of his hands does move to steady his hips, just splayed on there to prevent too much movement. This is his first time doing this and he wouldn't want to choke, and Wei Ying trying to sit up did make him realize he needed to control the movement a bit more now that wakefulness is in the mix.
He kind of likes Wei Ying's hand in his hair and pulling a bit though. That feels nice. And the sound of Wei Ying's breath coming up short and panting, that sounds nice. Honestly, he could do this all day.]
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Maybe one of these days, when not already sensitive from sleep and overstimulation of visual and sensory output first thing as he was startled (pleasantly) awake, this would be a show for Lan Zhan as much as it's Lan Zhan's showing yet one more way to care for Wei Wuxian. As it is, he's brought to climax far too soon, and only manages a strangled, )
Lan Zhan, I'm there—
( As if that's an explanation, and then turns into a writhing dervish trying to get his rock hard dick out of Lan Zhan's mouth because his brain also cannot fathom not doing that, so caught off guard. Because he really is going to come, he can feel it, and that's rude? Isn't it rude. He has no idea, he's never had a blow job, never given one, never thought hard on them other than knowing they exist and seeing the odd porn gif here or there, and oh dear gods please if he doesn't manage to get away he's coming in Lan Zhan's mouth--or heavens forbid, gets just enough away to come on his face, he'll die. He'll just have to die after apologising and cleaning Lan Zhan up, he knows it.
Horny morning panic is in full swing! )
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A lot of people do not expect this from a student in traditional music. the department is not known for gathering the most athletic students. But Wangji runs every day, and he goes to the gym, and while this is usually tastefully hidden under his long sleeves and rather modest clothing, his muscles are rather impressive.
So both of Wei Ying's hips get grabbed and pinned to the bed this time, rather forcefully. 'Don't move' seems to be the inescapable message.
Truth be told, Wangji only has his readings and a bit o recent exploration to draw from as experience, so he's not quite sure what to expect, but he started this so now he's committed to doing it properly.
And he's certainly not slowing down.]
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Kept from moving, to both their benefit, silly dear puts just enough of a damper on him that he lasts longer than he thought, panting and whining out Lan Zhan before oh, gods , his hand tightens in hair, in sheets, every muscle in his abdomen contracts, even his legs, and he shudders with a moan that might have been an attempt at his boyfriend's name before he jerks, gasping, coming once, then with shudders following, twice, a third time with his toes curled tight and him desperately trying to catch his breath, lights dancing in his eyes, ears ringing, and mind and unhelpful, warm expanse of extreme contentment--minus one lingering concern.
Wide eyed, pupils blown to the point they look comically large, he faintly recalls to let go of his hold on Lan Zhans hair, fighting a losing battle against post orgasmic bliss to offer: )
Oh my gods, Lan Zhan, you're gonna need water to wash that down--
( ... just because he's a virgin does not mean he does not know exactly how he tastes.
... though Lan Zhan's cooking at least... helps... )
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He did read about all of this, he knew this was not necessarily going to be the fun part, but he wanted to try it. And yes, he can safely say this is not a taste he enjoys, for now at least, but it's also not revolting. He can definitely stand it easily if that means he gets to go down on Wei Ying more.
Anyway, for now, he's going to simply look up from where he is between Wei Ying's legs, and.... his lips twitch. Is that a smile?]
Good morning.
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Hah! Hah! You, you, you! Lan Zhan, you're incredible!
( In several ways, and his spent dick gives a sad twitch in particular remembrance of oh at least two of them. Not that it stops him from acting, which is why he curls forward to clasp his hands to either side of Lan Zhan's face. Is this all a little awkward for him? Yes, because it's not only new, it's so new it's paler than fresh snow for him, but also: )
That's how you decided to wake me up? Come up here—
( Tug, tug, seriously come lay over his NAKED SWEATY BODY he wants to kiss and also bask in his lassitude while boggling over his boyfriend's brain. )
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Looking very satisfied with himself because he definitely surprised Wei Ying with this, for sure. And that reaction is so... much. Of course he sort of expected that, but still.
He crawls up so he can lie down next to Wei Ying, and instead of laying over him, grab him to roll him on top of himself instead, closing his arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck.]
You said I could do anything.
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Lan Zhan, when I said anything, I was thinking more like stealing all the blankets or rolling me out of bed!
( He laughs again, shortly, more or less bouncing there on Lan Zhan's chest. )
You're no fair, you know that? For one, I'm way too awake now, for another, where are my shorts? I went to sleep in underwear! And for a third...
( Here he lifts up his head, so he can look down into Lan Zhan's face with a sort of pseudo-pouting expression. )
When do I get my lips on you?
( Wei Wuxian: has zero ideas about blow jobs other than what are things his brain can come up with that he himself might find interesting, plus the surreal and hot experience of being woken up by one right now. He squirms suggestively, which also has him wince, still rather sensitive himself. )
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When Wei Ying asks about his underwear, Wangji's lips twitch.]
... I'll buy you new ones.
[The unfortunate remnants of the boxer shorts are probably somewhere by the foot of the bed, wherever they landed after Wangji got them out of the way.
That pout is going to be the end of Wangji, though. And the squirming is halted by Wangji's arms tightening around Wei Ying's waist for a moment.]
You can do that whenever you want.
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Regardless, now his eyebrows quirk up, and his voice drops lower: )
Lan Zhan.
( Come on there, Hercules, did you have to sacrifice his clothing on the altar of your very surprising and sexy wake-up call? )
I liked those!
( Now, in spite of those tightened arms, or maybe because of them, his very naked boyfriend is squirming lower, or trying. )
Then right now, ah?
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[If you really like those, then he'll shake heaven and earth until he finds the exact, same ones for you. Try him.
And yes, yes, he did have to sacrifice them because they were in the way.
But then, there's more squirming, and Wangji just... strokes Wei Ying's cheek with his fingers.]
... Only if you want to. You don't have to.
[He did it because he felt like it, not out of an expectation of exact reciprocity. It's fine if Wei Ying doesn't want to do it, or wants to do something else, or even just wants to go back to sleep. He'll take everything.]
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( He leans into the cheek stroke, then puffs out his cheeks a little, not as exaggerated a pout as earlier. )
Lan Zhan. When do I ever say things just to sound nice for someone, instead of saying what I mean to do?
( He kicks up one foot, letting it sway in the air behind him, a pendulum of sorts. )
I. Want. You. I want to taste you! I want to kiss down your chest ( ignore that he's starting to turn a little red; he's keeping eye contact this whole time ) and across your stomach and I'm going to admire your abs but also those mermaid lines and everything else, ah? I want you.
( It's no less true for being slower to slide into the sexy frying pan than Lan Zhan is. )
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But then, even blushing he keeps speaking and, well, he's good at speaking, and it's. A lot. Wangji's ears are definitely very pink now. But he's not breaking eye contact either.]
Alright. Do whatever you want.
[But Wangji is wearing more than Wei Ying was, so you're going to have to unwrap your present, Wei Ying.]
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