For Wei Ying - Nekkid Swimming

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji knows that he has been - intense, as of late. His instinct is to protect Wei Ying from what would harm him and as he is unable to protect him in that way, he finds himself wanting to protect him from every other possibility. His already present concerns regarding Wei Ying's diet and general health have only been magnified and compounded by worries about his mental state.

Not to mention that the seal still very much exists and that every time he tries to fathom the damage done to a person without a Core, he spirals into unshakeable fear.

All of this to say that he knows he has been a bit much. And Wei Ying deserves to do something enjoyable. And Lan Wangji has promised to do this.

He steps outside into the warm air to wait for Wei Ying still changing inside, barefoot and clad only in his inner robe feeling entirely ridiculous and even more naked than he has in their own bed. He has kept his forehead ribbon on but gathered his long hair up in a knot, all the while trying to will any boaters to steer clear of the river for at least a time.

He is uncertain he could endure the embarrassment.

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[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian whines, puffy and sore now that the afterglow is fading and Lan Wangji has left him so empty. Aiya, they will have to put a cloth down next time, he thinks as the wetness seeps from him. He lies still as Lan Wangji cleans his stomach, distracting himself from any discomfort by sinking his fingers into his hair and he presses kiss after kiss to his skin.

"Then I have been very helpful for you, Lan Zhan," he says, cheeky, "For that was the best I have ever felt."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji gives Wei Ying's hip a nip at that statement, although he cannot argue. It was the best he has ever felt as well and it is all because Wei Ying allowed it. He doubts he will be as easy a recipient when it comes his turn, as much as he wishes to give the experience to Wei Ying.

He glances downwards and notices the dampening blanket with a blush, hesitating as he has no idea what is appropriate. "Is it alright if I clean you here as well?" he manages, cursing his own ridiculousness. To blush after such acts is extreme even to Lan Wangji and yet he cannot stop it.

[yiling_laozu]

It's far easier to soothe Lan Wangji's discomfort than deal with his own, and Wei Wuxian only grins wider at the pink suddenly darkening his pale cheeks. "I suppose you'd better," he says, "I feel like a bit of a mess down there."

He's not certain he wants to know what he looks like, either, however excellent the experience has been. "Perhaps we can bathe after?"

[lan_wangji]

He nods once before ducking his head to thoroughly clean Wei Ying, steadfastly avoiding his gaze until he has the blanket underneath folded just so to give Wei Ying dry bedding to rest upon. He will ensure that Wei Ying remain comfortable through tomorrow, certain that the discomfort the day after must be considerable.

He cannot fathom how it could not be so.

"Shower or the outdoor bath?" he asks after he has fussed some more and resettled. "I can prepare either. I can carry you down to it. Whatever you desire."

[yiling_laozu]

"Ah, the big bath," says Wei Wuxian, giving an experimental stretch beneath Lan Wangji's perhaps too worried gaze. "Aiya, Lan Zhan, you didn't fuck me into an invalid. I can walk." He laughs, lifting up a leg to poke Lan Wangji with his toe to prove it.

"Though I would enjoy the soak."

[lan_wangji]

Lan Wangji finishes the tie on his pants, having pulled them on as he always does as soon as he rises out of bed. The freedom to move around naked, even in their bedroom, still escapes him.

He is nodding half to himself at Wei Ying's decision when he looks up, taking in Wei Ying so comfortable in his own skin, bared in every way to Lan Wangji. Trusting Lan Wangji. It is far too much for any one man to bear and he finds himself crawling back into bed, wrapping Wei Ying up in his arms and kissing his temple.

"Love you."

[yiling_laozu]

Wei Wuxian smiles, luxuriating in Lan Wangji's hold. The last doubts that Lan Wangji could love him fled some time ago, but in moments like this, he wonders how he could ever have been uncertain. The affection in his Lan Zhan's eyes is as much a caress as the lips to his temple.

"I know, Lan Zhan," he says, pressing a kiss of his own to his throat. "I love you, too. So much."