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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[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.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian tears his gaze away from him, certain he'll spend if he has to look at such a face while those fingers move within him. He throws an arm over his eyes, but the image of Lan Zhan's face pinched in deep concentration plagues him, and he gives a startled whine as his fingers brush against the place that makes him see stars.

"Lan Zhan," he sighs, "I'm too - you're so - " He grabs Lan Zhan's wrist to still him. How can he be so on edge already? It seems the special robes have had an effect on him, too, the entire journey spent in contemplation of this moment, and now it's too much. "Please, you must be inside me now."

[lan_wangji]

"The books said I was to stretch with three fingers," Lan Zhan protests, albeit weakly and a little doubtful. Surely Wei Ying knows his own body but he is also very prone to impulsive acts with devastating consequences.

He carefully removes both fingers, hands shaking lightly as he undoes his outer robe, laying it at the foot of the bed and starting on the second. Wei Ying looks debauched and he cannot believe it is all for him, that he is allowed to have this. "Love you," he breathes as he finally reaches the last robe, breath speeding up as he takes in miles of pale skin.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian sits up, reaching to push Lan Zhan's loose robes from his shoulders. Similarly afflicted, he takes in the absurdly gorgeous picture Lan Zhan makes with his dark hair and pristine skin, white but for a littering of scars, and he tugs him closer, feet lifted for his toes to dig at his pants, trying to wrestle them down without letting go of him for a moment.

"It will be enough," he promises. "I want you too badly to wait, I want to feel you inside of me, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan lets Wei Ying push and pinch and pull the rest of his clothes off, too impatient and too overcome to pull away properly before he presses Wei Ying into the bed, trying to calm himself.

He manages a nod, closing his eyes to review the steps to take. His hips. Wei Ying's hips. He grabs at the nearest pillow and lifts Wei Ying's hips and shoves it underneath before leaning back over him.

He takes himself in hand, chest hitching as he stares at Wei Ying's face, his perfect, beautiful face. He pushes in, just in, breathe punched right out of him in shock at how good it already is.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's breath catches, the expression on Lan Zhan's face one he's never seen before. He looks nearly dumbfounded, as if the heat of Wei Wuxian's body is both unexpected and a marvel, and it goes a long way to soothe the ache blooming in Wei Wuxian's lower back. A cock is more than two fingers, and the stretch isn't without pain, but Wei Wuxian forgets it all as he stares up at him.

"Lan Zhan," he says, lifting trembling fingers to his cheek, framing that stupefied expression with a smile on his lips. "Keep going."

[lan_wangji]

He wants to ask a thousand questions. He wants to ask if it hurts (it must, yes?). He wants to ask if Wei Ying likes it, yet. He wants to ask if he thinks they are doing it correctly. But none of it will come out as he pushes in and in, strange choking sounds all he can manage as he doesn't dare take his eyes off Wei Ying's.

It's hot and tight and he doesn't understand how he can feel it his stomach and his chest and his spine all at the same time. Wei Ying is that good. He's inside> him, he's a part of Wei Ying and that thought sends him clapping a hand over his mouth, afraid of what else will come out that he can't control. All he can do is settle against Wei Ying once he can go no further and try and and control urges he does not even know how to name.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian's hand is tight around Lan Zhan's shoulder by the time their bodies are flush, and he tries not to pant, eyes closing as he adjusts to a feeling of fullness that only seems to grow. "Don't move yet," he whispers, too overwhelmed yet by the sensation of Lan Zhan inside of him. He knows he isn't as huge as he feels, but his body doesn't know the difference, wracked with tremors he can't stop as he waits for them to still.

He lifts his chin, blindly seeking a kiss and finding Lan Zhan's hand instead. Eyes blinking open, Wei Wuxian pries it away from his mouth, holding it within his own. "Let me see you," he says, pressing a kiss to his palm. With Lan Zhan's eyes on his own, he feels stronger. "It's alright now," he promises. "You can move."

[lan_wangji]

He nods and then nods again, leaning forward to carefully kiss Wei Ying's forehead before he rolls his hips gently, barely pulling out before he presses in again.

He opens his mouth and is startled by the punched out groan where he'd meant to give some words of reassurance or love or anything at all useful. It is painful how good it feels and he cannot believe people simply go about their lives having felt something like this.

"Hurts?" he finally manages, brow furrowed as he watches Wei Ying's lovely, expressive face. "Wei Ying?"

[yiling_laozu]

"Some," Wei Wuxian admits, still hot all over from the sound Lan Zhan has just made against his already overheated skin. "I like it," he adds quickly, struggling to explain himself when Lan Zhan is so overwhelming inside of him. "I want to feel all of it, all of you."

He touches Lan Zhan's breast, feeling his breaths heave beneath his palm. "Keep going," he pleads. "The sounds you make, Lan Zhan."