For Wei Ying

[lan_wangji]

It is unfortunate that Wei Ying's birthday had coincided with an attempted mass murder. He does not know what sorts of things are done for a birthday as any real attention on said day was forbidden, but he is certain it is not murder.

So here he is, the day after. He thinks this will be a positive surprise. He thinks this is something one might do for another on one's birthday. The man at the coin depository had been mostly silent when Lan Wangji had listed his demands and presented his stack of paper coin but had eventually presented an acceptable option.

The house is small but directly on the river. The price is incredibly low, even Lan Wangji had understood that. He thinks it could be perfect.

It is also extremely haunted. It had taken nearly five minutes of staring the man down in silence before that truth had been revealed. He simply signed the paperwork and left, no mention needed.

He thinks Wei Ying will enjoy the surprise even more, now. He waits outside the mausoleum at the burial grounds, noting the biting temperature and glad to bring Wei Ying away from this place and its insidious energies.

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[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji huffs, mind not at all eased or settled but simply tabling this discussion for a different time. It is one of many lessons he is learning about being with another, like this. Patience does not come naturally to Lan Wangji, despite outward appearances.

He neatly picks up a bit of skewer with a piece of meat and raises it to Wei Ying's lips. "You must eat all of this. Must always finish one's meal. Rule of our household," he states.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian raises his brows, even as he opens his mouth to accept the meat. "Rules already?
How many of those are there meant to be?" he asks as he chews. "And may I make some as well?" He grins, swallowing.

He only just got to telling Ahn about Gusu's thousands of rules. Does Lan Wangji know, somehow? Are new rules his punishment? And why do the thoughts of both authoritarian Lan Wangji and punishing him make him excited, rather than nervous?

[lan_wangji]

"There will only be as many as are necessary," he answers, stabbing another piece and holding it up for Wei Ying. He feels it likely that they will end up with a large number of rules simply to balance out whatever Wei Ying comes up with but he cannot argue the point. Balance is only fair.

"Mm. We can both make if they are not in direct conflict with each other. What will be Wei Ying's first rule for our house?" he asks, bracing himself.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian hums as he chews, not requiring long at all to come up with his first rule. The chill and misery from before are already a distant memory, and he licks his slightly greasy lips.

"Lan Zhan must kiss me every morning and every night," he declares, unable to think of a better way to both greet and end the day. "And in the afternoon, if I ask."

[lan_wangji]

"Do not need a rule to compel me to do that," he murmurs, running his free hand along Wei Ying's leg, still marveling that he is allowed and welcome to do so. "But I agree. My next rule - must see Wei Ying unclothed every day unless he is ill or too cold. Will not expect or demand anything else, but must see," he states, feeling more bold now that Wei Ying's face looks light and flushed, again.

"Do you agree to it?"

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian barks out a delighted laugh, loud even for him, and clasps both hands over his mouth. "That should be easy enough," he says, "Given how I expect us to retire every night."

It's so wonderful that he has trouble even accepting that it is all real. He is sitting in a home he will share with Lan Wangji, who loves him, and who will kiss him every day and night, and will protect him from dogs, and who will listen to him kindly when Wei Wuxian finally summons the fortitude to admit that he is coreless.

"Oh," Wei Wuxian sighs, eyes crinkled with laughter. "I love you."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji finds he is almost ready and willing to shove the remaining meat in Wei Ying's mouth just to satisfy his own rule and move on to the kissing when Wei Ying's laughter rings out along with those words, yet again.

He thinks that it will always feel like a miracle, every time he hears them. "Love Wei Ying, too," he whispers as he gently tries to shove the second to last piece into Wei Ying's laughing mouth. "Will show it every day. Will give you pleasure whenever you desire it. Keep you warm. Keep you safe."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian admonishes around his new mouthful of meat, chewing it with fervor even as he climbs into Lan Wangji's lap. "We cannot both desire pleasure all the time. We will never leave each other's arms and wither away, only to be found and exorcised by whatever cultivator follows us."

He laughs, fingers already set to pulling at Lan Wangji's dignified and shining hairpiece. "We are too young and beautiful to die."

[lan_wangji]

"I can do many things at once," he declares, wrapping an arm around Wei Ying's lower back as he settles into his lap and reaching his free hand to grab the remaining piece of meat. It is a sign of his true impatience that he forgoes finding a skewer and touches the meat with his bare fingers, apparently no longer a rule that will apply to his life. Today, at least.

He does not hold back a sigh of relief at the loosening of his hair, closing his eyes in pleasure as he raises his fingers to Wei Ying's mouth. "Not a rule, but a request. Want Wei Ying to take down my hair every night. Like it very much."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian opens for him, licking his fingers as they deposit the last piece of meat on his tongue. "Lan Zhan's hair is so soft. I'm almost glad you never let anyone touch it before, even if it meant you had to go without for so long."

He would lean in and kiss him, then, but his mouth tastes of meat, and he doubts even Lan Wangji would make concessions for that. Wei Wuxian focuses instead on sliding each heavy piece out of his dark hair and setting it carefully on the floor. "I will put it up, too, sometimes," he says, already thinking of the ornaments he might buy him. He doubts anyone has ever given Lan Wangji much of anything at all.

[lan_wangji]

"One is less likely to feel the absence of something one has never had," he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss down Wei Ying's neck, pulling his fingers away from Wei Ying's mouth. He grabs the bottle of wine and presses it to Wei Ying's hand once it is free and then parts the black robes to give his mouth better access.

His other arm is a band across Wei Ying's back, keeping their hips pressed close. "Feel it now," he says against Wei Ying's skin. "Miss it when you are away from me. Wish I had it, earlier. Wei Ying's touch feels entirely different from others."

[yiling_laozu]

In Lan Wangji's lap, with his warm lips against his skin and his own wrapped around a bottle of rice wine, Wei Wuxian cannot imagine a better place to find himself. He takes a long swallow, nearly losing it to a moan when Lan Wangji finds the particularly sensitive crook of his throat. Wei Wuxian has long relied on Lan Wangji's iron will and self-control to stem his naturally reckless impulses, and now he realizes that they really are in danger of never leaving this home again.

"Can - " he starts. "Can food be delivered? Is this a thing?"

[lan_wangji]

"Yes," he answers, tugging and pulling until Wei Ying's entire chest is at his mercy, nipping lightly at the skin. He knows this because he has seen the signs when ordering them food, but he doubts the ease of making it happen.

"But you must use the strange communication device to do so. All manner of things can be delivered with it."

He thinks, for Wei Ying, he might learn to use the device if Wei Ying wanted food to be brought to them. His arm drops down to Wei Ying's backside, hitching him up a little higher to kiss down his sternum. "Wei Ying must finish his drink before I get started. Do not want it going to waste."

[yiling_laozu]

"I - " Wei Wuxian sighs, breath catching as Lan Wangji expertly drags their bodies closer together, creating pressure where Wei Wuxian is already half hard. His fingers spasm around the jar. It would be so easy to put it to his lips - he's had wine in far more fraught situations - but Wei Wuxian can't seem to lift it.

"I would rather have you," he admits, letting it fall from his boneless fingers without a care for what happens to it after, sinking his hands into Lan Wangji's hair instead.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji's deft fingers snatch the bottle as it falls and rights it on the floor before it can spill more and drops both hands down to grip Wei Ying's hips and force him up onto his knees.

"Take down your hair," he orders before nosing along where Wei Ying is hard and warm through even the layers of robes and pants. "Then take off your robes." He breathes hot against him, mouthing at the shape of him as his fingers dig into the bony points of Wei Ying's hips. He wants this, wants to taste him again like this. He wants to take him in and feel him moving against and inside his mouth while he holds him tight.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian whines, all the air in the room, the countryside, the world caught in his lungs as Lan Wangji's hot mouth frames where he is aching. How is he meant to do anything as dexterous as undoing his hair and ornate robes when he can feel Lan Wangji's every breath against his skin?

He tries anyway, fumbling at the leather around his topknot, wrenching it open until it falls away with a fair few strands of his own hair, turning his clumsy fingers to his robes next. "Lan Zhan," he mewls, fingers scrabbling at his wretched belt. "Stop making it so hard for me!"

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying wishes me to stop?" he asks, adding just the hint of teeth as he drags his mouth up and then down the hard length. He can feel himself already starting to ache but it is entirely secondary. He could do this for hours, for an entire night. He could spend days exploring every single part of Wei Ying, every noise and reaction he can pull from him.

He pulls back just enough so that Wei Ying can pull his robes away, running his hands back to squeeze at the little bit of softness that Wei Ying has. He notes how perfectly he fits into Lan Wangji's large hands, how the flesh yields to his fingers.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian ends up half undone, hair a wild halo and his robes largely off, soft black pants caught somewhere around his knees. It is entirely unfair, particularly when Lan Wangji is still pristine despite his free flowing hair, as pale and dignified as a piece of jade but for the consuming blackness of his eyes.

He frowns, infuriated as Lan Wangji's peerless hands squeeze another whine out of him. "Lan Zhan, you are a menace!"

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji does not dignify that with an answer, instead chooses to kiss down the trail of dark hair of Wei Ying's belly when Wei Ying finally manages to free himself before tilting his head to lick primly around the flushed head of Wei Ying's length. His hands return to Wei Ying's backside, even softer and more pleasing without the layers of fabric in the way.

"Want you to take it in your hand. And put it in. Then move," he instructs, eyes pinned to Wei Ying's face as he leaves his mouth open just so. He hopes, briefly, that the floors will not be too harsh on Wei Ying's knees but thinks he can make it worth any discomfort.

[yiling_laozu]

Robe still hanging from one arm, Wei Wuxian whines again, overwhelmed as Lan Wangji's soft tongue teases him. He shoves his own hair over his shoulder and takes himself in hand as instructed, eyes fixed on those pink lips hanging open for him. "Lan Zhan is so beautiful," he notes, feeling a little delirious until he pushes into Lan Wangji's hot mouth, feeling his consciousness slam back into his body all at once.

"Aiya," he swears again, eyes fixed to where he disappears inch by inch, met by seeming leagues of velvet heat.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji concentrates on angling his neck so that Wei Ying can slide in smoothly as he takes him into the root. He breathes carefully through his nose, taking full advantage of near flawless muscle control as he stops himself from gagging. He lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment, concentrating on the heat and weight of Wei Ying inside his mouth. He thinks about the way it feels when he moves his thumbs back and forth across the soft skin.

And then he pulls him in, just a little, eyes opening to try and meet Wei Ying's, to give permission to move.

[yiling_laozu]

Lan Wangji drags him deeper, and Wei Wuxian's breaths tremble in his throat. Part of him is still frightened that he will do too much, take too much when Lan Wangji is unwilling to refuse him, but his body doesn't seem to share that hesitation. He pushes forward with a groan, the way he slides against Lan Wangji's tongue when he pulls back so heavenly that he pushes back in immediately, setting a clumsy rhythm that nonetheless has pleasure singing all the way to his toes.

[lan_wangji]

He hums around Wei Ying, just enough to try and convey his pleasure, his fervent acceptance of this. He carefully drops one hand to grab Wei Ying's, pushing it into Lan Wangji's hair, wanting that added point of sensation.

His other hand moves with the push and pull of Wei Ying's hips, running his hand up his small waist and back down to his sharp hipbone. He drinks in every noise that Wei Ying makes, wishing he could remind him they are alone, here. He wants to know how loud Wei Ying can get, if so provoked.

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian grips him firmly, remembering how Lan Wangji had squeezed around his hand until he tightened it the first time. "F-feels so good, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, head thrown back for a particularly good curl of his tongue. He looks back and again has to push away the curtain of his own hair - next time, he will tie his hair firmly up, not leave it down where it can obscure the obscene vision that is Lan Wangji's mouth stretched around his cock.

"Seeing you like this - you're so - " Wei Wuxian hardly knows the word for how Lan Wangji looks, debauched and undone and somehow still so focused where he peers up at him. "I can't believe I get to see you like this."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji feels a fierce stab of pride, squeezing Wei Ying's hip hard and breathes sharply through his nose as he grows harder at the thought of what they must look like.

Wei Ying pale and naked taking his pleasure; himself still all in white with robes spilled around them. He is proud to be the one doing this, being allowed to do this. He pulls Wei Ying in a little faster, a little deeper. He is starting to get a little lightheaded at the constriction of air but he finds he likes even that. He stares hard up at Wei Ying's face, eyes ablaze as he wills him to take his pleasure, wills him to understand what this is doing to Lan Wangji.