For Wei Ying - Fuck Tub

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji is not entirely sure that Wei Ying has noticed what he has built. He knows Wei Ying has observed the building process, of course, as Lan Wangji has been bringing home wood and metal and various materials for weeks, spending hours down by the river working. He is just not certain Wei Ying has paid enough attention to notice the point of it all.

No matter. The surprise will be even more enjoyable and the light layer of snow that fell the previous night only adds to the ambiance. The construction had been simple enough and he is pleased to find something close to a proper tub in this new place. The last of the sealant dried last night so there is only lighting the fire and pumping the water from the river, angling the flow of water precisely to fill it in a short time.

He nods to himself, hand testing the temperature before walking back up to the house to retrieve his beloved. He knocks on Wei Ying's office door, steeling himself for whatever may be happening inside. He has thought many times about simply removing the door but wars with himself over Wei Ying's right to privacy.

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[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying would do no such thing," he murmurs, arching an eyebrow in warning as he pushes his trousers down, feeling cold air on every intimate part of himself, an entirely new sensation. He has never felt more bold than he does with Wei Ying, on property they own, with privacy he has assured with spells and talismans of both their own making.

He curls his toes in the shallow dusting of snow and reaches out to start untying Wei Ying's belt.

"But if I were one to boast of such things, tales of Wei Ying would be told all over the cultivation world."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian waves to his dear friend, but then Lan Wangji's hands are on him, undoing his robes with more efficiency than Wei Wuxian possesses, and he doesn't protest. "Once, perhaps," he laughs, letting Lan Wangji push his robes from his scrawny shoulders.

"I've been mostly bones since the Burial Mounds. I don't suppose that's going to change."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying looks beautiful," he argues, pointedly ignoring the gesture towards his most intimate part. Ridiculous.

"And he will now be eating regular meals so there is nothing to prevent him from becoming more healthy." He punctuates the declaration with a kiss to Wei Ying's now bare shoulder before folding his robes neatly next to his own.

He leaves Wei Ying to step out of his own boots and pants and quickly and efficiently enters the tub, pausing for a moment to adjust to the sudden heat, fixing his eyes back on Wei Ying. "Come. Will put your hair up."

[yiling_laozu]

For every mouthful he takes, it feels as if the Yin iron takes two more, but Wei Wuxian has no desire to darken the mood with such an admission. A little sad Lan Wangji hasn't divested him of his trousers, he pushes them down himself, leaving both them and his boots in a heap as he hurries after Lan Wangji.

He laughs a little, batting at the steam like a cat until he can find Lan Wangji within it, looking still and perfect in the water. "Aiya, it's hot!" he half yelps, half groans as the heat sinks into his muscles, relaxing him almost at once. He arrives at Lan Wangji's side and throws his arms back around his neck. "I may fall asleep, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji continues to sit perfectly still through the minor chaos of Wei Ying's arrival into the water until he is close enough to pull into his lap. "Wei Ying will not fall asleep," he promises, leaning in to kiss his forehead before undoing Wei Ying's ribbon.

He starts the process of gathering his hair up, intent on getting full access to any and every uncomfortable spot that he needs to heal. "So Wei Ying approves of the bath?" he asks as his fingers work to tame Wei Ying's wild hair.

[yiling_laozu]

"I might," Wei Wuxian counters, settling comfortably onto Lan Wangji's knees, "I am so comfortable already," but his eyes remain open as Lan Wangji tends to his hair. "It's lovely, Lan Zhan."

Hooking his chin over Lan Wangji's shoulder while he works, Wei Wuxian considers. "I never spent long in the baths before. There wasn't anything to do, you know? But I think this will be nice." He hums. "Soaking with my Lan Zhan. Will you touch me, all the while?" Wei Wuxian pulls back for a short moment. "Even chastely."

[lan_wangji]

"I would spend hours in cold pool for healing and conditioning," he murmurs, long fingers braiding Wei Ying's hair before wrapping it into a knot on the top of his head, tucking errant pieces in place before starting on the ribbon to secure it.

He is entirely unsurprised that Wei Ying found no meditative benefit to a long bath. "Hot baths were considered indulgent, allowed only for tending injury. Do not want that rule in our home," he admits, inspecting his handy work before running his hand down and up Wei Ying's back, fingers pressing along his spine. "Will touch Wei Ying. Chastely if he prefers. Unchastely if he desires."

[yiling_laozu]

"Wei Ying desires everything," he answers, curling unrepentantly closer as long fingers trace down his spine. Wei Wuxian lifts his head after, fixing Lan Wangji with a stern look. "Lan Zhan is allowed pleasure when he wants it," he declares, "At least once a day. And any and every time if that pleasure stems from me," he adds.

It's true that his own beliefs brought him to ruin, but they would not be beliefs if Wei Wuxian could not stand by them, and he stalwartly stands by the belief that Lan Wangji is uniquely worthy of all the pleasure in the world. "I could never be happy knowing that you are doing without."

[lan_wangji]

"Does not feel like doing without, not in the way Wei Ying imagines," he tries to assure, one arm wrapping around Wei Ying's lower back while his other hand seeks out knots along Wei Ying's shoulder blades.

Twenty years of lukewarm baths and hard beds were simply reality. Only after the introduction and permission of something different, did reality not feel satisfactory.

"But I desire it now, from Wei Ying and love Wei Ying for wanting it for me. Perhaps if Wei Ying declares it a rule. Easier if it is a rule."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian groans beneath the pressure of long fingers as they find every divot in his spine, attacking aches before he's even aware of them. But it is an important subject, and he rallies to declare, "Lan Wangji deserves to feel good, and he will feel good, at least once a day if not many more times."

Boneless though he feels beneath Lan Wangji's ministrations, Wei Wuxian pulls back to declare formally, "It is the rule of the Lan Wei household. Any who defy it will feel the Yiling Laozu's considerable wrath," he adds, pupils bleeding red for good measure.

[lan_wangji]

"Quit that," Lan Wangji murmurs, pinching Wei Ying's waist for good measure when he sees the hint of red in his eyes. It is one of the many things that worries Lan Wangji about Wei Ying's power, such a physical and startling manifestation.

He does not want to think about the Stygian Tiger Seal tonight, however, forcing the worry down as he has been doing for weeks now in the perhaps selfish name of peace.

"Accept the rule," he says, using his thumb to get up under the wing of Wei Ying's shoulder as he moves to kiss his cheek. "Have had more pleasure with Wei Ying than one could hardly deserve."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian relents, tucking his nose against Lan Wangji's throat where he can close his eyes and enjoy Lan Wangji's strong hands working out the knots across his shoulders. He can't help a quiet groan or two huffed against damp skin when they find a particularly tight stretch of muscles.

"Your Clan deserves all the respect and admiration it receives, but it has never looked after your happiness," he says quietly against his skin. "But I will."

[lan_wangji]

"Brother tried his best," he murmurs, having thought often lately of the little efforts he'd taken for granted. He misses him, thinks that his brother might even approve of his unique choices.

"But Wei Ying gives me more happiness in a day than I had prior to meeting him."

He leans back to kiss Wei Ying, sliding his hand up to the back of Wei Ying's lovely neck. "You are good at this. Good partner, good lover. Take good care of me. Wei Ying is the sunshine."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian lifts his head, shining a pleased smile on Lan Wangji now. "You were not taught it, but you are terribly good at romance, Lan Zhan," he tells him, winding his arms around his neck to squeeze him happily. A curl of steam rises between them, and Wei Wuxian blows it away.

"And all the things related to it," he shamelessly adds.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji flushes a little at the compliment, unsure if he agrees but glad that Wei Ying thinks so.

"Shameless," he chides, even as he slides his lips along Wei Ying's jaw and down his damp through, hands sliding down to press into Wei Ying's lower back. His fingers work the muscles, pressing Wei Ying against him.

"My Wei Ying is utterly shameless."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian groans again, slipping closer at Lan Wangji's guidance until they are chest to chest. "My Lan Zhan is the one who built a wash tub and had me strip naked under the full winter sun," he notes, nosing Lan Wangji's face to the side so he, too, can pay attention to his pale throat.

"Either I am rubbing off on you, or you were shameless from the start," he whispers.

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji suspects he has been extremely shameless from the start but only Wei Ying's could have freed him. He sighs deeply at the feeling of Wei Ying's soft lips on his own skin, eyes dropping shut. The setting sun is starting to light both the water and Wei Ying's back in a lovely orange and Lan Wangji wonders that such peace can be found.

"Have burned for Wei Ying for years," he huffs, fingers gripping Wei Ying's hips. "Imagined lewd things far before Wei Ying gave me his permission to touch him. Imagine them constantly, now."

[yiling_laozu]

"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian laughs, "I am here all day." Most every day, in fact, without the ability to quickly take himself to town and unwilling to pester Lan Wangji everytime he feels the whim, Wei Wuxian fills his days with experiments.

Speaking of experiments...Wei Wuxian shifts in Lan Wangji's lap, seeking to bring other parts of their bodies together. "Why don't you stop imagining and simply do them instead?"

[lan_wangji]

"Some things will shock Wei Ying," he warns, gliding one hand back to grip and knead the little bit of fat that Wei Ying has on his body.

"Do not have all I need here to do them. Can tell Wei Ying." His hips roll up a little their hips pressing together where they are both hard. "There is a place in a man that provides pleasure," he murmurs against Wei Ying's face. "Want to find it in you. Put my mouth on you. Be in you."

[yiling_laozu]

"In me?" Wei Wuxian repeats, curiosity warring with the simple need to rut forward against Lan Wangji. He pushes his hand between them, long fingers wrapping around both their cocks to stroke lightly, his body heavy yet with the heat of the water.

"Lan Zhan, you can do anything you want to me," he says, sweaty with the endless steam but grinning down at him. "All you need do is warn me if it's going to hurt."

[lan_wangji]

"Wei Ying is not shocked at the idea?" he asks, steady voice giving way to a breathless huff as Wei Ying wraps his lovely, clever fingers around them. He pushes his hips up in a slow, steady rhythm, arm tightening as he pulls Wei Ying closer to the same rhythm.

It takes a long moment to find his words. "Would never hurt you. Books say there is some discomfort but then pleasure. Wei Ying can do it to me, if he prefers. Anything for you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian bites his bottom lip, eyes closed for a moment as Lan Wangji shifts them into a proper rhythm. "You mean here, yes?" he asks, indicating the same flesh that Lan Wangji had squeezed earlier. "I knew men must do something like this. I don't know how that feels good for both of us, but I don't mind. I like making you feel good, Lan Zhan."

[lan_wangji]

"I will practice on myself, find out how before I try with Wei Ying," he promises, biting gently at Wei Ying's neck as he thinks about the length of his fingers, the angles necessary to do so to himself.

He is certain he can figure it out.

"Want to be that close to Wei Ying, as close as two can be. Want to feel Wei Ying's pleasure."

[yiling_laozu]

His grip on them, combined with Lan Wangji's steady thrusts upwards feels amazing, but Wei Wuxian frowns. "That sounds lonely, Lan Zhan," he admonishes. If it is meant for them both to enjoy, the steps, however mysterious, ought to be discovered together.

"Why can't I help? We can figure it out together."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji is about to protest, argue that he ought to ensure that it will not hurt Wei Ying before trying it but he is stuck dumb with a sudden image.

Together. They could do that, together. He imagines it, imagines them lying down together, limbs twisted. He imagines touching Wei Ying there, where he is warm and tight. He imagines Wei Ying touching him that way, imagines finding a way to allow such an intrusion. He wants that.

"Wei Ying is correct," he groans, dropping his forehead onto Wei Ying's shoulder as he slides his hand down Wei Ying's backside, finger tips dipping between just a little, just a whisper of what they might do. "Want that. Want it together. Same time."