For Wei Ying

[lan_wangji]

Continued from here

Lan Wangji catches Wei Ying out of instinct, letting out a surprised grunt before he opens his mouth, kissing back fiercely.

Far too fiercely for a public corn maze.

He still does not understand where they stand, what this relationship is but action has always been preferable to words. And this, this action, Wei Ying in his arms pressed tight and mouth hot against his is nothing short of a miracle. One arms remains firmly wrapped around Wei Ying's small waist and the other raises his hand to cradle his jaw.

He pushes until Wei Ying's back is pressed firmly against the stalks that bend at his weight. He does not know what to do, must research this as soon as he is able but instinct that comes from where he does not know opens his mouth enough to dart out his tongue across Wei Ying's bottom lip.

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[yiling_laozu]

It's strange, perhaps, to feel safer once pressed back against the stalks, caged in by Lan Wangji's body, but Wei Wuxian does. He's grateful for the strength in him, for he feels weaker by the moment, knees outright trembling when Lan Wangji's hot tongue traces suddenly against his lips. Huffing a sound strange to his own ears, Wei Wuxian opens his mouth, arms winding tightly around Lan Wangji's neck to keep him close enough to do that again.

[lan_wangji]

Wei Ying does not seem to have any protestations to Lan Wangji's actions so he lets go, stops thinking as much as is possible and hitches him closer.

He tilts Wei Ying's head with his broad hand and presses fully against him and kisses warm and desperate. Desire is not unknown to him as he has been suppressing it for years but feeling it, allowing himself to feel it makes him burn.

He pulls back just enough to pant Wei Ying's name and kisses along his jaw, presses their hips together. His mind is alight with all manner of things, lewd things he only half understands. Instinct leads in a way that has only happened when fighting, body moving ahead of his mind.

[yiling_laozu]

It feels so good to be touched like this, as if he's something precious and not reviled, handled with some roughness but only to get at more of him, and Wei Wuxian exhales shakily, only just gathering enough of his wits to try his tongue against the seam of Lan Wangji's lips when they disappear, only to reappear at his throat.

Wei Wuxian groans, and now his knees do buckle, completely overwhelmed by a pleasure he's never felt before, one that only builds in intensity the longer Lan Wangji's lips trace over him. "Lan Zhan," he whimpers, jolting when the crush of their bodies together sparks an even deeper pleasure in the place his golden core used to dwell.

[lan_wangji]

He grips at Wei Ying's waist and lowers them both to their knees, unwilling to let go at all until he has left a dark mark just under Wei Ying's jaw.

He lets out a sharp breath and pulls back just enough to press his forehead against Wei Ying's, trying to calm himself as they kneel in the shade of stalks all around them.

"Want so many things with you," he murmurs, both hands now clutching at Wei Ying's hips. "Want to lay you down. Touch you. Love you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian kneels there, trying to pull air into lungs that seem to have closed, his jaw stinging even after he brushes wondering fingertips over the spot. How had Lan Wangji known that even a bruise might feel good? He's never seen Lan Wangji act this way, never heard him talk like this - it's thrilling, but he can't get his bearings.

"Lying down is good," he agrees, opening his eyes to Lan Wangji's pale skin a mere breath from his own. "Not here, Lan Zhan." This place is strange, and while that had been exciting at first, now Wei Wuxian craves familiarity. "Can we go?"

[lan_wangji]

There is a second, a moment, where Lan Wangji is ready to lay him down in this corn field but he is glad Wei Ying comes to his senses before he does. The lack of control is startling and he is certain that eventually he will be very concerned about himself.

He nods, rising smoothly and lifting Wei Ying along with him. A flick of his wrist unsheathes Bichen to float alongside them. It takes more effort than he would like to admit to pull away from Wei Ying.

"Is my home sufficient?" he asks, taking Wei Ying's hand to help him onto the sword.

[yiling_laozu]

He certainly doesn't want to bring Lan Wangji to the burial grounds for kissing or - or for many things, actually, if he doesn't have to. Swallowing, Wei Wuxian nods, stepping onto the sword and almost immediately leaning back into Lan Wangji. It's ridiculous, but he can't stop shivering, some key part of him completely dislodged from its normal resting place as he realizes that Lan Wangji is a man with needs and not the jade the rest of the world believe him to be. Of course both things are good, but the both of them together?

Wei Wuxian almost wishes he were riding behind so he could hang on to him. "Go, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

He pulls Wei Ying as close as he can, tucking him back as he wraps both arms around him. He does not think he can stand for Wei Ying to be away from him, right now. They rise up and out of the corn field to several startled shouts that Lan Wangji pays no heed to and heads back towards the city as quickly as he dares.

They are of a height so he is able to lean forward a little and press his lips to the back of Wei Ying's neck where his hair has shifted just so.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian rests back against him, trusting his body to shore him when he wobbles, no longer used to riding swords even before Lan Wangji kissed the strength out of his legs. It's lucky, too, that Hanguang-Jun is so unyielding, for Wei Wuxian is certain he'd fall otherwise when he feels soft lips against his nape.

"Lan Zhan," he whispers. "I like what you're doing so much. How do you know so many ways to make me feel good?"

[lan_wangji]

"Have been thinking of touching Wei Ying for years," he answers, lips moving against the soft, pale skin. Wei Ying's neck is slender the back of it so rarely seen that Lan Wangji finds himself irrationally protective of it.

"Do not know many ways, though," he admits, firmly resolving to find a way to research them. He discovered music that could be summoned with a machine, he can figure this out. "Do not know all of the things. But have thought about some."

He flies as fast as he dares and it is not long until they are landing in front Lan Wangji's building, attracting only a few stares.

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan thinks of such things," says Wei Wuxian, a smile on his face as he looks up at gray stone building. He doesn't know what they'll get up to inside of it, and he's both excited and nervous, reaching for Lan Wangji's hand to wind their fingers tightly together.

"I used to, also," he confesses, though he'd been younger, and all his time these last few years has been chiefly focused on staying alive. "Not in details, I didn't know any. But," he says, "I wondered."

[lan_wangji]

"Never thought about it at all until Wei Ying," he confesses, squeezing Wei Ying's hand as he walks towards the stairs only to change his mind and walk towards the elevator that he knows Wei Ying enjoys so much.

It quickly opens, as if not daring to irritate him and moves swiftly upwards. "Sometimes I think shocking things," he says, trying to focus on keeping his breathing steady. "Unsure Wei Ying will want them. Must tell me if you do not. Think I may not have much control."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian sways into him as the lift moves. "Shocking things?" he repeats, astonished and eager. Though it's possible they are only shocking by Lan Wangji's standards. He's certain that making other people's bodies feel good must be against every Gusu rule there is. But Lan Wangji has surprised him before, already to his bones this evening, and Wei Wuxian thinks he should be cautious. He won't be, but he should.

"I will," he promises.

[lan_wangji]

He simply nods as the machine stops and he leads them to the door, the clenching of his jaw the only evidence of a less than perfect control until they are safely inside and he spins Wei Ying towards the wall, pressing against him.

"Shocking things," he says, voice tight and low as he presses a kiss against the sliver of skin exposed by the neck of Wei Ying's robes. "Want to see all of Wei Ying. Want to kiss all of Wei Ying. Want Wei Ying..." he pauses, having more trouble voicing the touches he wants. "Want you to take my hair down. Take the ribbon off, yourself."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian shudders, pinned as neatly by two soft lips as he would be a sword. He's a skinny thing, made even scrawnier by his time in Yiling and by the Yin metal - he knows he's not much to look at, and then there are his many scars - but Lan Wangji speaks of him as if he's a feast.

He looks up, eyes finding the pale ribbon. "Only spouses are meant to touch that," he says, half question.

[lan_wangji]

"Can Wei Ying really imagine there could ever be anyone else but him for me?" Lan Wangji asks, half begs, really as he straightens back up to look at Wei Ying's face.

"Wei Ying has freedom to want or not me. Freedom to leave. Freedom to find another," he says, pulling back a little to give Wei Ying space. Perhaps asking for the ribbon was too much, too soon. He cannot judge, he cannot reconcile the passion he feels with a total lack of any experience to tell him what is normal.

"But Lan Wangji will only want Wei Ying. I - disregard the request. Just allow me to touch you, again."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," says Wei Wuxian softly, pressure in his throat when Lan Wangji straightens. It's not Lan Wangji's care or devotion that he doubts, however suddenly it had exploded into his life. It's Wei Wuxian himself - can he really tie this great man to him, as inexorably as touching his sacred ribbon would suggest?

"I want to," he promises. He's seized it before, but never when it mattered so much. "I only want to be sure that you won't regret it, that I won't - " Wei Wuxian sighs. "Bring harm to you. But if you tell me you won't regret it, then I believe you."

[lan_wangji]

"I am already Wei Ying's, it is Wei Ying's," he whispers, closing his eyes as he struggles to properly explain. He does not know how to explain the vast, terrible love he has for Wei Ying, will always have.

"Whether Wei Ying touches it or not, it is Wei Ying's to remove. Will always be Wei Ying's. I don't, I don't know how to court. Don't know how to properly do this," he apologizes, hands planted firmly at his side as he realizes he may have skipped many important steps. He does not know what they are, only that he has possibly done this incorrectly. It is not something Gusu Lan Sect or Brother has ever really spoken of.

"Do you?"

[yiling_laozu]

"When have I ever done things properly?" asks Wei Wuxian, idly touching the weighted pendant that hangs from Lan Wangji's waist. He warms the jade against his palm, tugging on it to bring Lan Wangji closer. "It was never something I thought possible for myself."

Madam Yu would have arranged something dreadful for him, and after she was gone there was not time to think of courting or future happiness. "You know I don't care for propriety, Lan Zhan." And, reaching with his free hand, Wei Wuxian swiftly tugs on the ribbon's end and pulls it from Lan Wangji's forehead.

[lan_wangji]

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes flying up to Wei Ying's face as he flushes at the intimacy of the act even more so than what they had done in the corn field. He wants more, more touches, to become more undone. He wants Wei Ying to fall apart at his hands in ways he does not even fully understand.

He thinks he finally understands why he was not even allowed to think of such acts as his famous control seems so far away.

He raises his hand and uses deft fingers to undo Wei Ying's crooked ribbon, admiring the way the inky black strands refuse to lie straight.

"Please. The rest of my hair," is all he can manage.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian smiles as his hair tumbles down, but he reaches for Lan Wangji's wrist and not his topknot. "Come," he says, remembering now what can be seen from the bed he's not entirely sure Lan Wangji uses. He leads him to it, pushing him to sit so he can climb around behind him.

"I want to do it like this," he says, looking past Lan Wangji's shoulder and to the washroom mirror, angled just right to see the pair of them where they sit.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji follows Wei Ying into the bedroom, more than willingly but his eyes widen when he realizes what Wei Ying has in mind.

It is startlingly intimate, erotic in a way he is not even fully able to understand but he knows that he likes this. He likes this in a way that has his entire body heating up.

He reaches back a hand to grip at Wei Ying's thigh and leans back a little, never taking his eyes off the mirror.

"Please," he breathes, longing to be touched.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian had wanted to see his face and his hair at once, but he finds Lan Wangji's obvious pleasure better still as he clutches at him. Nodding, Wei Wuxian lifts his hands first to the heavy silver pieces, undoing their many clasps and fixtures until he can pull the largest from Lan Wangji's head. The smaller ones follow, Wei Wuxian's eyes eager on the sight of a rapidly less put together Hanguang-Jun all the while, and then he reaches for the topknot.

With one tug, all of Lan Wangji's silken, raven dark hair falls down to cascade around his shoulders, and Wei Wuxian nearly gasps.

[lan_wangji]

Every evening Lan Wangji allows himself two small indulgences, has for many years. A warm (too warm by Gusu Lan Sect standards) bath and the small zing of pleasure that occurs when he removes his hair pieces.

No one, not even his brother, has seen his hair entirely undone since he was very young and he finds his back arching slightly with pleasure, fingers tightening their grip on Wei Ying as he lets out a soft sigh. To be undone so by Wei Ying's hand, to look him in the eye and not have to repress his longing, his pleasure, is more than he thinks he has ever felt.

He carefully kicks off his boots and raises his free hand to unlace his belt, never taking his eyes off Wei Ying as his outer robe starts to loosen.

[yiling_laozu]

He doesn't know why he hasn't expected this, but Wei Wuxian's eyes widen Lan Wangji's careful robes begin to come undone. He's seen him out of them, of course, but those times were brief, and those times certainly did not involve Lan Wangji pinning him with his eyes as neatly as he'd pinned him with his lips.

The robes loosen enough to reveal a sliver of skin next to Lan Wangji's throat, and Wei takes the fabric and tugs, exposing him to the shoulder where Wei Wuxian simply has to put his mouth.