For Wei Ying

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan cannot stop staring at the paneling. Wei Ying's sketches, while beautiful, did not do justice to the finished product. The carvings soothe an ache in his chest for home, for something of Gusu that is not tied to the myriad of painful memories the place now holds. The renderings of home with the inlay of lotus for Wei Ying's own complicated and much missed home make this place seem more their's than even the oversized, frankly indulgent bed tucked behind a sliding screen.

It is cruel that Lord Turgon disappeared right as he had finished his work on their home and Lan Zhan regrets he had not been more profuse with his thanks.

He will try not to make that mistake again, taking for granted what they have. This will be their first, official night in the new house. He'd moved the last of his belongings from his room and has spent the rest of the day organizing their few possessions into an orderly system he has no doubt Wei Ying will undo, immediately. Their kitchen lacks many of the modern conveniences of Odinhaus but he prefers it, prefers its familiarity. There is a pot of stew simmering, red and rich with spice for Wei Ying's first night and candles lit and scattered throughout the house. The evening is mild and the doors thrown open to allow the fresh air to circulate.

He thinks he has never loved a space so much as this, not since the last time he'd said goodbye to his mother in her own home. It feels like home in a way he was not aware a physical place could. It feels the way Wei Ying feels to him.

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[lan_wangji]

"Do not care," he bites out, striding over and snatching the bowl out of Wei Ying's hand to set it down, firmly. He drops to his knees, fingers reaching out to brush against the soft, sheer fabric.

"What is this?" he breathes, crowding Wei Ying and only half caring that they may not make it into the bedroom, after all. He can see a hint of pale skin underneath the fabric and it is entirely indecent.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian blinks, and though he'd expected Lan Zhan to hold out a little longer, he's pleased with his victory all the same. "Something new," he says, letting Lan Zhan press closer. "Something I had made just for you."

He leans in close enough that his lashes brush Lan Zhan's cheek. "It's better seen than described."

[lan_wangji]

He carefully pushes the black, outer robe off one shoulder, revealing just show sheer and red the inner robe is. The idea that Wei Ying walked here in this, that he thought of this and purchased it and walked through town wearing it...

"How?" he breathes, lips moving softly against Wei Ying's jaw as his eyes stay locked onto the jut of his collarbone. "How did you think of this? I've never - I've never even imagined this."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shrugs, allowing the motion to further disturb the black robe so it falls off his other shoulder as well. "I wanted to look nice for you," he says, both honest and coy. It's clearly working - Lan Zhan hasn't even bared the sheer fabric over his chest yet, and he looks red and wanting when he pulls back to look at him.

"So I bought something special. Do you like it?"

[lan_wangji]

"Mm," he hums, fingers swiftly undoing the belt of Wei Ying's black robes and pushing them aside to see Wei Ying's torso fully on display. He can just see the cut of bone and muscle underneath the fabric and has he runs his hands down Wei Ying's chest, he marvels at how smooth the fabric feels.

"Never seen anything like this," he whispers before leaning in to kiss his way down Wei Ying's belly. He can feet the heat of his skin through the cool fabric. He shoves the robe the rest of the way off Wei Ying's legs.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian breathes in, startled but pleased by the speed with which Lan Zhan's fingers roam over him. He pulls the black robes wide, and Wei Wuxian bites his lip, trying not to react too swiftly to the warmth of Lan Zhan's broad hands.

"I thought about you the entire time I was dressing myself," he admits, reaching out to tug away Lan Zhan's forehead ribbon.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan cannot help the soft moan as Wei Ying pulls his ribbon away, even after months of having this. It's so intimate, so much more now that Wei Ying understands its significance and knows he is the only person allowed to touch it in such a way.

He presses his now bare forehead against Wei Ying's side and bites at the flair of his hip he can just see through the red fabric.

"Want to watch you dress every morning. Want to watch you cover what is only mine to see."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian hisses at the press of teeth, hips arching forward against Lan Zhan's mouth. He winds the ribbon through his fingers and around his wrist, clutching at it when Lan Zhan bites unerringly against the bruise he'd left on Wei Wuxian's skin the last time.

"You will turn me as purple as an eggplant," he says, but it doesn't sound like a complaint.

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying likes it," he murmurs, untying the lurid, inner robe to get at bare skin. Both robes still hang off Wei Ying's arms but Lan Zhan is too impatient to undress him properly, applying his teeth to the soft skin of Wei Ying's belly.

"You are so beauti-," he chokes, looking down as he finally gets both robes pushes away to reveal everything.

His fingers tighten on sharp hipbones, raising his eyes in shock. "You walked through town like this?" he murmurs, eyes wide and wanting.

[yiling_laozu]

Not quite expecting to be bare so soon either, Wei Wuxian yelps, but recovers with a grin. "I liked it," he admits. "I felt quite free. And obscene," he adds, and that doesn't sound like a complaint either. It had been nearly as exciting as flying on his sword for the first time.

"I thought of you waiting here for me, while I walked among all of them to get to you."

[lan_wangji]

"Shameless," Lan Zhan growls, pulling Wei Ying up and into his lap as he pushes up for a kiss. He is still entirely clothed but he could do this all night, worshiping him just like this.

Lan Zhan reaches up to pull his own hair free before wrapping his arms around Wei Ying's waist and sighing against his mouth.

"Mine. This is all mine. No one should even have been allowed near you in such a robe."

[yiling_laozu]

Not entirely certain Lan Zhan wouldn't stab anyone whose eyes beheld his journey here, Wei Wuxian resolves never to put names to faces, winding his arms around Lan Zhan's neck instead. "Have what is yours, then," he tells him, heart hammering in his breast. Lan Zhan's mouth is so warm, so near to his own, and Wei Wuxian kisses it, tugging that pouty bottom lip between his teeth.

"Take me to bed, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

He complies immediately with a nod, securing his arms around Wei Ying's hips before standing, keeping his legs wrapped around Lan Zhan's waist.

Wei Ying is too light and he makes a note to be sure to feed him more before the night is over. He will cook for him every morning and every night and then take him to bed, just like this.

It is a short walk to their small room and he cannot help but crawl right in after laying Wei Ying down in their ridiculously large bed. "Wei Ying looks good in our bed," he murmurs, running his fingers across his bare chest.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan tumbles him onto the sheets, and Wei Wuxian sucks in a short breath, back arching to press his skin against Lan Zhan's calloused fingertips. "Lan Zhan looks good everywhere," he says, thrilling a little to be almost bare while Lan Zhan is still nearly pristine in all his robes. Only his hair and ribbon are undone, and Wei Wuxian brings the narrow cloth to his lips, sucking on the metal wisps of clouds that mark the center of his headband.

He means to tease, but ends up teasing himself as well, groaning as he imagines an entire, uninterrupted night in this bed with Lan Zhan.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan sucks in a sharp breath as Wei Ying does the most indecent thing he has ever seen. He is shocked not only by the act of Wei Ying's putting his mouth on the ribbon but by how much he likes it.

Wei Ying deserves worship.

He pushes on Wei Ying's knees to spread them and lowers himself, peppering his hips with kisses as his fingers dig into Wei Ying's pale thighs. "You're mine," he breathes as his lips brush over a sharp hipbone. "Every night, in this bed, you're mine."

[yiling_laozu]

"Yes," Wei Wuxian sighs in answer, feeling a frisson of nerves despite Lan Zhan's gentle kisses, at odds with the tight grip he keeps on Wei Wuxian's thighs. He trusts Lan Zhan to both hold him and hold him together, and yet - "Lan Zhan," he admits even as a tremor runs through him, excitement and curiosity and trepidation all at once.

"I'm nervous. Are you nervous?"

[lan_wangji]

That stills him, stops him from moving lower in his exploration and he quickly slides back up to drop a soft kiss to Wei Ying's mouth, cradling his face in his hands.

He gives the question consideration before he speaks, trying to sort through everything he is feeling.

"Anticipatory," he murmurs, brushing Wei Ying's wild hair back. He robes settle all around Wei Ying's naked body, covering them both. "Concerned you will not like it but will try anyway, for me."

[yiling_laozu]

"I will like it," says Wei Wuxian, all the more certain of it as Lan Zhan's familiar warmth settles around him, soothing the worst of the nerves sizzling beneath his skin. "I know I will. It's just new."

He grins then, amused with himself. He throws himself into so many things without thinking, and now that he's had time to consider for once, he's only worked himself up. "Lan Zhan," he says, drawing his own bottom lip between his teeth, "Kiss me, I don't want to think so much."

[lan_wangji]

"Hm," Lan Zhan hums before complying, unable to refuse Wei Ying but especially when it is a request so lovely. He kisses him open mouthed and deep and weaves one hand into Wei Ying's hair. His other runs down his bare side, feeling every rib and dip until it settles on a bony hip.

He cannot help himself and rocks his hips gently, needing to ease some of the pressure that has already built up. There is something thrilling about still being clothed in three layers of robes, Gusu Lan proper attire with Wei Ying spread out underneath him. "Going to be inside you," he murmurs before nipping at Wei Ying's lips.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shudders, keeping one hand on Lan Zhan's shoulder to anchor himself as he grinds down against him. "Yes," he says, breathless, hitching a knee up to frame Lan Zhan's hips and keep them where they are.

"I prepared myself a little," he admits. "I didn't want you to have to wait, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, and I had to stop before I spent."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan chokes out, pulling back to stare in shock. "Wei Ying has prepared so much for this," he says, thinking of the robe and now, this. Lan Zhan must learn more, learn more about the sorts of things to do to entice. It's so effective and so efficient.

"You walked here in that robe, nothing underneath and already..." he trails off, unable to voice it. He shifts off Wei Ying and slides his hand from Wei Ying's hip, down until he brushes against where he is warm and already wet.

"Wei Ying."

[yiling_laozu]

It would be better if he had one of the items the book mentioned, something to hold him open and stretched so his body could not return to its natural state, but Wei Wuxian has done his best. "Ready for you," he agrees, finishing Lan Zhan's sentence.

It makes color rise to his cheeks, and he grabs two handfuls of Lan Zhan's white robes to pull him down again, kissing him with new hunger.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan moans into Wei Ying's mouth, pulling back just enough to whisper, "Wei Ying is so clever," before kissing him again.

He slowly, carefully pushes one finger in, kissing along Wei Ying's temple as he tries to keep control of himself. His robes feel heavy and cumbersome but he cannot stand the idea of pulling away long enough to undress seems impossible.

"Feel warm. Already wet. Want you."

[yiling_laozu]

His finger isn't in deep, but Wei Wuxian falls back against the sheets with a gasp, cock leaping against his belly. Lan Zhan's hands are so large, his fingertips calloused, even one of them dragging inside him so intimately makes his breaths come even faster. Heat washes over him, and he nods, still trying to drag Lan Zhan closer, to somehow have more of him despite all the layers he still wears.

"I want you, too," he says, nerves forgotten as he stares up at him, his eyes huge and dark. "Please, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan keeps his eyes on Wei Ying's as he pushes in a second, still slow but deep and rocking in and out. Just the idea that he will be inside him soon is enough to make sweat bead at his temples and trickle down his back underneath his still proper robes.

"I'm going to take care of you," he promises, stretching and twisting his fingers to try and find the place inside to make this good. He's still afraid it won't be good, that he will do something wrong and hurt him but he will try to get this right harder than he's ever tried at anything. Nothing has been more important.