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]

"Yours," Wei Wuxian stutters, breaths staccato as the movement of Lan Zhan's hips rocks him again and again, mouth falling open for another moan each time Lan Zhan drives home. He's out of his mind with it, lit up from within the way his old powers had made him feel, glowing with it, incandescent. It carries him higher and higher, and Wei Wuxian chokes. "Lan Zhan, you will - you will make me - "

He lifts his chin suddenly, looking down where Lan Zhan's hand wraps around his cock, and lower, where he can just make out the sight of him entering him again and again. "I need to - "

[lan_wangji]

Lan Zhan nods against Wei Ying's neck, half to himself before he pushes all the way up. The hand not stroking Wei Ying keeps a tight grip on his hip as he stares down, shocked and horribly aroused at the picture Wei Ying makes.

He's flushed everywhere, hair askew and his expression desperate. He peeks down for just a moment before snapping his gaze back to Wei Ying's face as he gets a glimpse of what Wei Ying looks stretched around him. His hand speeds up as he thrusts, hard.

"Do it. Let go. Want to see it. Want to see this every day. Please, please."

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan's hand flies over him, slick and rabbit quick, and the air leaves Wei Wuxian's lungs, his head tipped back in a sudden, silent scream as pleasure charges through him like a thunderclap. He seizes, painting Lan Zhan's head and his own belly, each new pulse pulling a tiny whine from the narrow column of his throat. It's too much, it's so much, and he never wants it to end, grabbing Lan Zhan's wrist to keep his hand around him even when he becomes over-sensitive, even when the heart of him throbs each time Lan Zhan slides deep.

"Take what you want," he breathes, gasping for every thrust into his spent body.

[lan_wangji]

Wei Ying looks...Lan Zhan does not know the words to accurately describe the sight of Wei Ying under him, around him like this. His chest is red and heaving and his face, his perfect face is flushed and slack.

And then those words.

"You," he grunts, hips never stopping as he folds himself back over and buries his face against Wei Ying's throat. "You, want you," is all he manages before everything tightens and grows excruciatingly pleasurable and breaks, he breaks. He knows he's clutching at Wei Ying too hard, moaning too loudly against his skin but he cannot control himself. He is entirely shaken apart.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Zhan's body goes taut above his, and Wei Wuxian scarcely has time to drag a soothing hand down his back before he's gasping anew, startled by the intimate feeling of Lan Zhan's release inside of him. Surely they cannot be more connected than they are now, and he wraps his arms around him, thighs trembling where they yet frame his hips but holding tight.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs, his voice uneven. It feels as if his heart itself has somehow climbed into his throat, threatening to spill out, and he makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

[lan_wangji]

He cannot bring himself to let go. His entire body is locked up tight until he collapses as if his strings were cut but he cannot bring himself to let go. He knows he ought to do something, now. He ought to check on Wei Ying or clean up or something but he just keeps panting in between blurry kisses to Wei Ying's shoulder and neck.

He manages to bring a sweaty palm up to run shakily down Wei Ying's side as he slowly, carefully shifts his hips back to pull free. It must feel strange and he wishes he could offer apologies or words of comfort but Wei Ying has shaken them all free of his grasp so all he can do is pat his side and kiss his neck and hope it is enough.