For Wei Ying - post blindfold kiss

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji has not slept in over twenty four hours. He'd been awash and shame and drunkeness until enough hours had passed that he was then left with shame and a state of vomiting he assumes was from the alcohol. Hanguang-Jun does not vomit and certainly does not vomit in a shared washroom. But apparently Lan Zhan of Odinhaus does all of these things.

He'd taken advantage of Wei Ying. He'd taken his first kiss, by force, and under shameful cover. He'd taken pleasure in Wei Ying's body and it had taken hours of drunken meditation to get himself under control. The weather had been unpleasant and icy the day after the party so he thinks his absence will not be read into by Wei Ying but by day 2 he knows that not even checking in with Wei Ying would be suspicious.

And cruel.

He can't be even more cruel. He wraps himself up in his warmest robes, grabs a new bottle of wine and walks through the snow towards Heimdallhaus. The sun is bright in the sky and if it were any other day, he would enjoy a walk in the woods, enjoying the quiet that snow always brings. But Lan Zhan does not deserve such things.

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[yiling_laozu]

It is fortunate that Lan Zhan has braced him with a strong, unyielding arm, for Wei Wuxian truly has no idea how anyone is meant to stay upright beneath such an onslaught. Lan Zhan's mouth is so warm, so incredibly soft and so wet. Wei Wuxian cries out as he moves on him, tearing his hand from his mouth before he chokes. As ever, Lan Zhan is so wise - Wei Wuxian could not have lived a lifetime without this. No one should, and Lan Zhan was determined to go without, just to be near him?

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian sobs, daring to crack his eyes open. He looks down, and the sight of himself inside Lan Zhan's mouth, stretching those full, pink lips until they flush red - it is too much. It's on the backs of Wei Wuxian's eyelids when he closes them desperately shut, and if he had not spent so recently, he would already be done. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan enjoys this, Lan Zhan is good at this. Years and years of brutal, disciplined physical training have culminated in a skill set he'd never dreamed of using. The sound of his name being said in such a way, by Wei Ying, is beyond anything he's ever allowed himself to imagine. It's more powerful than anything he'd ever heard played on any spiritual instrument.

He moans around Wei Ying as his own arousal grows and speeds up, wanting more of those noises. He wants to give Wei Ying as much as he can, make this as good as it can be. He wants to do this, again. He wants to learn how to be even better at it.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan makes a sound, a low, delicious noise deep in his throat, and Wei Wuxian shudders as his hot mouth vibrates around him, his movements on Wei Wuxian's cock suddenly quicker. Wei Wuxian stuffs his fist into his mouth, but even so he can't stop a wail of pleasure. Lan Zhan drags bliss from him with every bob of his head, and he isn't stopping, as unrelenting and undeniable even in this elicit act. The tiles are cool against his heated skin, and Wei Wuxian lets them take his weight, hips hitching uselessly against the iron band of Lan Zhan's arm.

"Lan Zhan," he whines, better able to mark it now, this slow coiling low in his belly, "Lan Zhan, if you don't stop, I - it's too good, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

He will not stop, will not let Wei Ying escape this. He wants to draw it out of him, wants to finish this in the proper way.

While he is not entirely certain what the proper way is, pulling away prior to the finish does not seem to be it.

He grunts and risks a tiny shake of the head before he continues, tongue pressing harder. He can feel Wei Ying's hips trying to moving and he scratches lightly at a bony hip with the hand still bracing him. He wants to spend time running his hands over those sharp points, wants to carefully taste them.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan is cruel, giving Wei Wuxian no quarter! He's certain he will tell him so when he can manage speech again, but Wei Wuxian is mindless with pleasure, so far gone with it that even the scrape of Lan Zhan's blunt nail feels good. His clever tongue finds the sensitive vein beneath the head of his cock, and Wei Wuxian is gone, clutching suddenly at Lan Zhan's shoulders as his hips jerk. He groans raggedly for the first pulse - Lan Zhan's hand had been so good, but his mouth - weak with the unrelenting ecstasy as he pulses again, and a third time.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian murmurs, and not even Lan Zhan's pristine forearm can help him keep his feet in the dizzy aftermath as he begins to slump.

[lan_wangji]

He knew what was coming, or at least could imagine it but the volume and force and quite surprising. He freezes, unsure what he is supposed to do with it when Wei Ying starts to stumble and pitch forward. As discretely as he can, he spits into a corner as he gathers Wei Ying up against him, the water pouring onto his back still perfectly warm.

He shifts around so Wei Ying is straddling his hips, trying to keep the pressure off Wei Ying's knees. He doesn't kiss him, yet, unsure if Wei Ying will find it distasteful.

"Lan Wangji enjoyed doing that," he murmurs into Wei Ying's hair.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian collapses blindly forward, and of course Lan Zhan is there to catch him, to gather him in his arms and away from the wet tile floor. Wei Wuxian is still struggling to breathe, but he lifts his head, staring at Lan Zhan as if he cannot believe he is real.

"It is the best thing I have ever felt," Wei Wuxian breathes, eyes dropping to Lan Zhan's mouth. It is still red, still swollen, and Wei Wuxian catches his chin, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his lips.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan's mouth quirks up for a moment before returning the kiss. To have finally found a way to please Wei Ying, to give him something of himself no one would have ever seen otherwise is a release he never thought possible.

He pulls back just enough to kiss Wei Ying's damp, warm forehead.

"Wei Ying is not, not too shocked with Lan Wangji?" he asks, wrapping his arm more firmly around Wei Ying's waist as he carefully sits back, keep Wei Ying in his lap. He is still very hard but more than happy to ignore it in favor of this.

[yiling_laozu]

"Wei Ying is extremely shocked," he laughs, carefully pulling the long, wet drape of Lan Zhan's hair over his shoulder. "Shocked and amazed and extremely sad he cannot tell the world what a wonder you are, especially in stables and in showers," he adds, still grinning cheekily, but even as he's finishing his smile warms.

Lan Zhan truly is a wonder. Wei Wuxian has long felt lucky to have him at his side, and now this. He cocks his head. "Lan Zhan will like this also," he says, but even he balks at the thought of making Hanguang-Jun wail as he had in these semi-public washrooms. "We can go to his room?"

[lan_wangji]

He ducks his head, pleased at Wei Ying's praise but not shameless enough to face them face to face.

One arm reaches up and turns off the water as his answer. He would like to take Wei Ying into his room and keep him there, indefinitely. Strong hands lift Wei Ying up by the waist to help him stand and he stands smoothly after, knees distantly aching in a way he cannot bring himself to care about.

"Want Wei Ying to stay as late as he can."

[yiling_laozu]

Again Wei Wuxian laughs, thrilled by the easy strength with which Lan Zhan lifts him up. He'd come here with a mind to clean them up before Lan Zhan sucked all sense out of him through his cock, but the endless cascading water has accomplished it well enough. His hair will be a nightmare of tangles, but Wei Wuxian can't bring himself to mind, standing and wrapping himself in his outermost robe. He turns and helps Lan Zhan into his.

"If only our home on the river were completed," he laments. "It would be cold, but Lan Zhan is warm."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan nods as he ties his robe, surprised that dressing with each other in this way feels as intimate as what they have just done. He quickly reties his forehead ribbon and gathers the rest of his clothing.

"One bedroom. One bed. Perhaps Wei Ying can ensure Lord Turgon knows this."

He knows he looks entirely undone, as does Wei Ying, but he does not think he minds. He feels proud (another rule broken) and leans in for a quick kiss for no reason than that he wants to. Entirely indulgent.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's cheeks pink with happy surprise for the kiss. Strangely, each one feels new and surprising, yet also entirely comfortable. Familiar. As if his body has belonged to Lan Wangji long before he realized it.

"Come," he says, the rest of his own clothing a wad held against his chest as he reaches for Lan Wangji's hand, using it to tug them out of the showers and towards his room. When they are safely inside, Wei Wuxian drops the bundle on the floor and turns, fingers once more on Lan Zhan's robes. He's already put his ribbon on, and Wei Wuxian reaches up, fingers stilling. "Lan Zhan," he says. "Can I?"

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan happily shuffles alongside Wei Ying, rolling his eyes as he puts his own, much neater bundle on the desk where it belongs. He is surprised to find Wei Ying reaching for his robe as soon as he straightens up, hadn't thought Wei Ying wanted it again already but he nods, holding perfectly still.

"If Wei Ying is tired, he does not have to do anything," he offers.

[yiling_laozu]

"Tired?" Wei Wuxian asks, mouth quirked. Can he be tired, with such a man before him, and that man still unsatisfied? He reaches higher in answer, pushing through the dark fall of Lan Zhan's hair until he finds where the ribbon is tied. Deftly, Wei Wuxian undoes it, letting the pale silk fall into his palm.

"I was never sure," he says, holding it like something precious. "Do you remember the first time I touched it? After you had wine?"

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan shakes his head, but he imagines that he was deeply unhappy with Wei Ying touching it. His own attraction to Wei Ying would have made the touch even more scandalous and infuriating.

He closes his eyes as it falls into Wei Ying's careful hand, safe with the only person he'll ever allow to touch it.

"Remember the cave. No one but me had touched it since mother died. Only Wei Ying will ever again."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian winds the silk around his wrist and fingers, securing it to himself. "I didn't know how precious it was then," he says, leaning forward to pull Lan Zhan's face to his, pressing a kiss to each of his closed eyes. "Nor how you would become to me. I said it was crooked." Wei Wuxian smiles, helpless. "Your sweet little face. If you were not my favorite person to pester by then, you would have become him in that moment."

[lan_wangji]

"Am sure I was very unimpressed with Wei Ying trying to touch," he huffs, knowing that his genuine outrage was likely very well received by Wei Ying. He leans his head against Wei Ying's, eyes just closed as he feels another little piece of himself relax in a way he is certain has never happened before.

Wei Ying makes him feel warm in a way he's never felt.

"Wei Ying is good at this, already."

[yiling_laozu]

"I am?" Wei Wuxian asks, not certain what it is he's good at, but pleased to hear it all the same. "Lan Zhan kept slapping my hands away. You really have not improved much when it comes to drink," Wei Wuxian remarks. At least he hasn't stolen any chickens in recent memory...

Pulling back, Wei Wuxian looks at the bed with a bit of shyness. They've shared beds before, and touched one another in them before, but this feels more formal, somehow. It's not a tumble - and of course it never has been - but something about the bed gives it gravity.

"Lan Zhan will come with me to his bed?"

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan nods, opening his eyes to stare at Wei Ying's perfect face. Every time he thinks he has found a favorite expression, he is forced to reconsider. Wei Ying looks soft and a little uncertain and it makes Lan Zhan wants to keep him in this room for the foreseeable future, no matter what the Gods may think.

He takes a step towards the bed, fingers brushing along the tie of his outer robe and looking back to Wei Ying to see what he would like. He thinks he would very much like to feel Wei Ying's skin in his bed, but doesn't want to presume.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian follows, a little pink in the cheeks as he considers what he'd like to do. He's sure he won't be nearly so excellent at it as Lan Zhan, but he fully intends to make up for his lack of skill with enthusiasm.

"I want to do what Lan Zhan did," he says, turning Lan Zhan so he can undo his robes. At this rate, he has to wonder how much of their private time they'll ever spend clothed again. "I want you to feel like I did."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," he breathes, eyes wide with surprise at Wei Ying's declaration. He had not done it expecting reciprocation and wants to try and make sure Wei Ying knows this but then his robe is open and his interest is clear.

He shrugs the robe off his shoulders, letting it pool behind him on the bed, forcing himself to breath steadily. He feels more naked and more bare standing his room than in the shower and still a little shocked that this is happening.

"Go slow. Lan Wangji has had years to think about how to do it."

[yiling_laozu]

"I'm sure I will figure it out," says Wei Wuxian breezily. He is nervous, but equally certain of this fact. He undoes his own robes and comes forward, crowding into a suddenly bashful looking Lan Zhan's space to back him towards the bed.

He yanks the sheets down, thrilling to enter such a sacred space. "In," he says, pushing at him.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan climbs backwards into bed, never taking his eyes off Wei Ying. He's never felt his bare skin against his sheets and while he recognizes the look in Wei Ying's eyes as one that usually leads to danger and adventure he cannot help but welcome it.

He is unsure if he should lie back or spread his legs and even the thought of Wei Ying settling in between his legs makes his ears burn. He wants to ask again if Wei Ying is sure he wants to do this but he stops himself, afraid it will come off the wrong way.

"Is this how Wei Ying wants Lan Zhan?" he asks, wanting Wei Ying closer, grounding him.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian clambers in after him, climbing into his lap by way of answer. "So warm," he says as he settles his knees on either side of him, listing into him in immediate delight. "This is how Lan Zhan survived in Gusu for so long."

He looks down between them, plucking up one of Lan Zhan's hands. They're of a height, yet Lan Zhan's are so much larger than his own, his fingers longer and wider. Wei Wuxian blushes to look at them without fully understanding why. "I will practice."