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@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji felt himself inadverdently smiling at Wei Wuxian's storytelling. The younger male always found some way to make the mood light, to keep Lan Wangji entertained. He nodded his head in understanding, "En. I know." he said, believing Wei Wuxian when the other claimed that he wasn't scared, but was only running so he could see Lan Wangji quicker. Whether that was the truth or not, it was what Lan Wangji wanted to hear, thus he didn't have anything to say other than express content.

"Eat with me," Wei Wuxian muttered against his skin. Although Wei Wuxian was telling Lan Wangji that it was mealtime, the other was clinging onto him such that it seemed they were going to be doing something else. Carefully, Lan Wangji wrapped his arm around the smaller male and pulled him down to take a seat. He didn't mind having Wei Wuxian in his lap during mealtimes. It was just the two of them, there was no one to reprimand them. He sighed softly as the younger buried his face against Lan Wangji's neck, warm breath tickling his skin. One arm was stills secured around his Wei Ying while the other arm reached out to remove the lid from the basket. He was slow to remove the dishes inside, setting them out on the table (mainly in front of Wei Wuxian) and lastly placing the chopsticks in front of the other male.

Lan Wangji didn't make any attempt to remove the smaller from his lap, though it was obvious that by sitting this way they wouldn't have much wiggle room to move around freely when eating. "Wei Ying...let's eat." he said, heart softening when the smaller male only continued to nuzzle his cheek against Lan Wangji's neck. He picked up the chopsticks, picking a piece of the fresh green vegetables, bringing it to the smaller's lips.

Never in his life had Wangji ever fed someone, and using his own chopsticks too. Meals were always too formal, too personal of a task that this thought never had a chance to cross his mind in the first place. However, he was very content with their situation right now, and thus he would work his way around it - letting Wei Wuxian eat while still keeping his lover in his lap. Lan Wangji repeated the motion, this time with a piece of stewed radish. He chose a bite-sized piece, an inexplicable sense of satisfaction settling over him when the younger male accepted the offering.

@Lan Wangji Lan Wangji looked like he had fun. Wei Wuxian snickered at the glance the other man gave him, untying his sash and peeling off his robes. Both layers had somehow managed to become soaked and caked in mud, but besides feeling a little mud-crusted Wei Wuxian was happy as could be. Taking Lan Wangji's pendent with him to the new bath prepared to wash it clean, Wei Wuxian thanked Lan Wangji with a smile as he swung his long legs into the tub, sinking low enough the water line reached his neck.

As Lan Wangji worked on unknotting and washing out the dirt crusting the ends of his hair, Wei Wuxian rubbed at the pendent with a clean cloth, though as the water became brown as the mud he'd tracked in, his efforts became futile. He reached over the edge of the tub and left it on the side stool to deal with later.

"Was it fun?"

"Sure," Wei Wuxian said vaguely, already having forgotten what he'd spent his afternoon doing. It didn't matter - it was nothing important since Lan Wangji was not by his side anyway. He only needed to remember that he had great fun. Not as much fun as he could have had with Lan Wangji, but fun still. His answer seemed cryptic to himself, but he shrugged, not knowing what else he could answer with. There were better things to talk about than pulling a vegetable cart out of the mud. "So, I was coming back up when I saw something white in the dark," he began, talking rapidly as Lan Wangji's fingers combed through his hair, closing his eyes whenever water trickled down the front of his face. "I thought it was a ghost! So I ran back here. No, I didn't run because I was scared! I ran because I missed you and I wanted to see you sooner," he proclaimed proudly, grinning up at Lan Wangji.

He'd forgotten that was his last set of clean robes. Wei Wuxian folded Lan Wangji's much larger outer robe over his chest, shivering at the loss of the warmth from the hot bath water. Without bothering to tie his outfit together so the robe opened when he walked, exposing his freshly cleaned and bare body beneath, Wei Wuxian settled against Lan Wangji. He brought his arms up to loosely wrap around Lan Wangji's waist. "Eat with me," he said, his mouth moving against the skin of Lan Wangji's neck when he put his face there, searching for his lover's familiar scent. Lan Wangji always smelled so clean and comforting, especially when he was in the Silent Chamber, the comforting smell of sandalwood enveloping them. "You must be tired, Lan Er gege. Let's rest and end the day together."

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji had actually been productive, despite the knawing concern in his heart as he awaited Wei Wuxian's return. The younger male had been gone for quite some time. Lan Wangji had kept the door of his Silent Chamber open the entire time, on the lookout in case he could see Jingyi releasing a signal into the sky. It was relieving to know the skies stayed clear, but Lan Wangji could only wait on end, not having a specified time of when Wei Wuxian would be back by.

As if on perfect timing, he heard Wei Wuxian's voice from outside as he set down the last scroll down in the completed pile. Lan Wangji stood up, seeing the younger male giddily enter, his robes stained and his face muddied from the dirt. "Wei Ying..." he fretted, eyes widening as he went up to the smaller male, looking the other up and down.

"I'm late, Lan Zhan. I got held up, sorry. Was it a fun evening here without me, Lan Er gege?"

Sighing softly as he gave the other a glance that took the place of his scolding, Lan Wangji pulled the sleeves of his robe upwards, tucking them in once again as he naturally went to get the buckets to collect hot water. "Come, take off." he said as he went out to collect hot water, wanting Wei Wuxian to strip himself of those muddy robes. It was good that tomorrow they would do laundry, so Wei Wuxian would have new clothing to wear again soon. However, it still puzzled Lan Wangji on what the other male would do to get himself so dirty. Of all times for Wei Wuxian to return muddied and disheveled, it was the one when Lan Wangji was not by his side, therefor putting many questions in the older's head.

When the hot tub of water was prepared, Lan Wangji went up to the side of the tub, taking a washcloth in his hand. He'd personally help his lover clean off, as he was sure Wei Wuxian wouldn't be able to see the mud caked on his face. Tenderly, he began to wipe Wei Wuxian's skin with a warm, wet cloth, careful not to pull at the skin too hard. The water in the tub changed color when he wrung the cloth out, turning the same color that was on Wei Wuxian's face earlier. Lan Wangji cleaned the face first, then taking the bottle of floral oil sitting on the floor, pouring out some on his hand as he began to run it through Wei Wuxian's hair, untangling the long black locks.

"Was it fun?" he asked as his eyes focused on the other's hair, making sure to wash out every drop of mud that may have been been making the strands harden together. Though his appearance had deeply worried Lan Wangji, it seemed the smaller male was in good spirits from going out, which Lan Wangji had to internalize and try not to dampen the mood. As he was finishing up and starting to rinse Wei Wuxian's hair, there came a knock at the Silent Chamber. It was dinner being delivered. Lan Wangji stood and wiped his hands dry, not calling for the disciples outside to enter. Instead, he made his way over to the door. He turned his head over his shoulder to peer at Wei Wuxian, who was still sitting (rather innocently) in the tub. Opening the door to a small opening, Lan Wangji received the basket, nodding his head to send the disciples off.


"Finish. Then eat." he said, placing the basket at his desk and going back to Wei Wuxian's side, helping the smaller wash off the rest of the oils from his hair. He peeled the top layer of his own white robe off, wrapping it around Wei Wuxian's body. "Tomorrow you can wear yours again." he murmured, leaning in to wrap the robe around Wei Wuxian's shoulders, holding the other in his arms. He figured the smaller had forgotten that the robe he was wearing today was the last of his clean robes, at least until laundry day tomorrow.

@Wei Wuxian Wei Wuxian was genuinely not expecting Lan Wangji to allow it, and he'd be fine with it if Lan Wangji just wanted him to take a nap while he worked (it never hurt to try). But when Lan Wangji gave his permission, Wei Wuxian perked up. He had no idea what he wanted to do, and had no money either, but it would nice if he could take a stroll by himself in town for even an incense stick's worth of time. It was not that Wei Wuxian was tired of Lan Wangji or didn't want to see him - never!

He just needed some 'him' time.

Tying the jade pendent carefully into his sash, Wei Wuxian waved cheerfully before bounding out the Silent Chamber and down the mountain, not even fearful of slipping down the slope a second time. In fact, as he neared Caiyi, he broke out into a sprint, hopping over rocks or even pebbles over the path. Lan Wangji's pendent hanging at his waist bouncing with with skip Wei Wuxian did. Though he was limited in what he could do, Wei Wuxian would bound up to whatever he found interesting and give it a squeeze or pick it up and inspect it (much to the annoyance of many stall owners). At one point, there were haws that looked so delicious Wei Wuxian considered trading Lan Wangji's jade pendent for them.

As the sun began to set and Wei Wuxian's hunger intensified, he began to make his way back towards the base of the mountain, albeit much slower than when he came down. Along the way, Wei Wuxian encountered an elderly man and his cart of produce, one of its wheels lodged in the fresh mud from the recent rain. He could not, of course, in good conscience, leave the man to struggle on his own. So, all smiles, Wei Wuxian was all to glad to roll up his sleeves and step into the muddy creek.

By the time he managed to wrench the wheel free, Wei Wuxian emerged completely covered in brown. It was rubbed into his new robes and smeared all over his face, for some unfathomable reason (okay, he may have slipped and fell once or twice). He felt sorry to Lan Wangji's efforts bathing him earlier and the now dirty jade pendent (which Wei Wuxian tried to rub clean with his sleeve). At least, he thought as he bid the old man farewell, he came out of this as a better neighbour and with a new best friend (this uncle).

The dark the pulled over the sky completely by the time Wei Wuxian returned. He did not notice a figure clad in white tailing him the entire time, his spirits much too high as he made a beeline for the Silent Chamber. "Lan Zhan," he called, his muddy robes fanning out as he whirled to shut the door behind him, splattering bits of dried mud out onto the pristine floors of the Silent Chamber. "Oops." he grinned, realizing he must look as though he'd gone to Hell and back. "I'm late, Lan Zhan. I got held up, sorry. Was it a fun evening here without me, Lan Er gege?"

@Wei Wuxian "Lan Zhan, you work on grading papers. I... I'm going to town," Wei Wuxian had declared the moment Lan Wangji's fingers left the other's hair. The older male blinked a few times, before quickly collecting his thoughts as Wei Wuxian promised, "You will have me back in no time, Lan Er gongzi. You won't even notice I'm gone!"

"En." he replied, watching as Wei Wuxian bounded for the door, "Go safely. Walk slowly." he reminded the other, pulling the jade pendant from his robe off, handing it to the other, "For re-entrance." Of course, since Wei Wuxian had always had Lan Wangji by his side everytime they came back to the Cloud Recesses, it probably didn't occur to him that he needed the pendant in order to pass through the barrier at the front entrance. Although he would never have the heart to reject Wei Wuxian's decision to come and go from the Cloud Recesses as the other pleased, Lan Wangji couldn't ignore the little sense of worry that picked at his mind. Once Wei Wuxian's backside disappeared from the Silent Chamber, Lan Wangji hurriedly headed out the door in the other direction.

Finding Lan Jingyi in the Back Mountains, Lan Wangji walked up to the young disciple. Jingyi, who was very surprised at Hanguang Jun's unannounced visit, was quick to answer, bowing respectfully. "Wei Ying has to go out of the Cloud Recesses to handle some manners. Follow him, make sure no one gives him any hard time." he instructed his disciple, whose face suddenly flashed concern before understanding and nodding his head, accepting the instructions. "You don't need to make yourself known." he also added, "Just release a signal if you are in trouble." he stated curtly before flicking his chin, having Jingyi hurry to follow Wei Wuxian's trail. Lan Wangji sighed softly, feeling a little more comforted by this. At least Wei Wuxian wouldn't be alone in case he ran into issues.

Not that Lan Wangji didn't trust Wei Wuxian to handle things on his own, but considering how the smaller male had just hurt his ankle recently, and it would be getting late soon, it'd be better for Lan Jingyi there to protect Wei Wuxian if Lan Wangji couldn't be there himself. The young disciple had also grown quite attached to the Yiling Patriarch in the few months after being acquainted during their journey to Yi City together, thus Lan Wangji knew Lan Jingyi would take his duty seriously. Having addressed this unvoiced concern of his, Lan Wangji returned to the Silent Chamber, starting to grade the scrolls as Wei Wuxian suggested he do.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian assumed the answer would be 'no' in Lan Wangji's silence as the latter began to scrub him down thoroughly. Of course, the honourable and revered Hanguang Jun was untouchable back then, and he had only grown into his graceful unattainableness after all these years. Yet he still held Wei Wuxian in his arms, Lan 'I-don't-touch'other-people' Wangji. Lan Wangji's voice holding all the contempt he could as he rejected Wei Wuxian's request for him to not hang him by the collar of his robes was something Wei Wuxian could never forget, not in a hundred lifetimes.

"En. In general."

That sparked something in the deep recess Wei Wuxian's memory. He gasped at Lan Wangji, sitting up straighter to look down on the other. "In general or with MianMian?" he blurted out, a wide grin stretching across the bottom half of his face. Before Lan Wangji could throw him out of the tub for his impertinence, Wei Wuxian cupped his hands to Lan Wangji's face and held him still to plant a chaste kiss on his mouth. Taking the soap off the side, Wei Wuxian lathered up his hands and began to reciprocate the action, running his hands over every inch of Lan Wangji's skin.

He even let Lan Wangji dress him up and tie his hair again, despite having had his fill of being babied for the day already. Once they were clean and clothed, Wei Wuxian directed Lan Wangji towards his desk where a mountain of scrolls awaited the older. Being Lan Wangji's first day back, Wei Wuxian was sure he had much to catch up on, and he was satiated enough to be able to leave Lan Wangji's side for half a day. "Lan Zhan, you work on grading papers. I... I'm going to town," he said, leaving no room for Lan Wangji to protest or approve. "But don't worry! I'll be back before curfew. You will have be back in no time, Lan Er gongzi. You won't even notice I'm gone!"

@Wei Wuxian "But say, have you ever thought of marriage, Lan Zhan? Just in general." In the middle of their bath, Wei Wuxian had suddenly come up with yet another question that picked at Lan Wangji’s mind. The older male’s lips were pressed tightly together. It would be absurd to think that he would ever consider marriage, especially in the years that he had been searching forlornly for his missing Wei Ying. Lan Wangji had heard rumors that spread about him. In the sixteen years that Wei Wuxian had gone missing, Lan Wangji’s reputation not only became established as the one who was always “present in chaos”, but also that he had the look of “one who was mourning the loss of his wife.”

However, it would be a lie to say that ever since Wei Wuxian had returned and started to refer to himself as Lan Wangji’s wife, the idea had run through his mind a handful of times. But, Lan Wangji kept mum, not answering the question as he avoided Wei Wuxian’s eyes. Since the smaller male had said no one should be marrying him, it led Lan Wangji to the assumption that Wei Wuxian wanted to live the way they currently were, that the younger male wouldn’t entertain the thought of being married to him.

Without giving an answer, Lan Wangji started to scrub the other’s back. He didn't need to make the situation awkward by telling Wei Wuxian that. he'd only ever considered marriage with one person. Besides, he didn't need marriage to uphold the promise he made to Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji was a man of few words, but a man who stood by the few that he had. After a while, realizing that Wei Wuxian was still waiting for an answer from him, he gave a small nod of his head, "En. In general." he then said, focusing his attention on Wei Wuxian's chest. Lan Wangji brushed the hair covering Wei Wuxian's frontside back, revealing sharp collarbones. He ran his hands along the skin, cleaning.

It felt good, to be able to help clean the smaller male. It had been the other way around for the past few weeks. Like it or not, Wei Wuxian's positive outlook on domestic activities had been rubbing off on Lan Wangji. Where he used to do things alone and found it bothersome to have others helping him or getting in to other's personal space, Lan Wangji found himself doing it frequently now.

Making sure to thoroughly clean the smaller male's body and wash his hair (because Wei Wuxian had been sleeping on the ground earlier), Lan Wangji then picked the small male up in his arms, taking them out of the tub afterwards. "I'll help you." he said, wrapping a new black robe over Wei Wuxian's shoulders. Lan Wangji had done the smaller's hairstyle that morning, and he wanted to do it again, just as an excuse to keep the contact between them.

@Lan Wangji Upon feeling Lan Wangji's hands rubbing away the knots in his lower back, Wei Wuxian sank further into the water, opening his legs so he could straddle Lan Wangji's waist, closing the distance between them. Even in the heat of the water, Wei Wuxian could till feel the warmth Lan Wangji emitted. Their chests touched, and Wei Wuxian shivered despite the heat the enveloped him.

"Won't let you be wronged," Lan Wangji oh so virtuously vowed. "I promise..."

Wei Wuxian beamed, rested his cheek against Lan Wangji's damp skin and tucking his head beneath the other's chin. "I hold you to that promise, then, Hanguang Jun," he said, grinning fondly against Lan Wangji's skin. "You know what people do to seal promises? They get married," Wei Wuxian commented casually. Of course, he never had thoughts or wants of marriage, not even when he was young. He was much too busy polishing his skills and bettering himself (mainly to beat Jin Zixuan out on the list of top cultivators) to think of /marriage/.

But he supposed he wouldn't mind marrying Lan Wangji.

Of course, that was impossible. Wei Wuxian laughed it off quickly, before Lan Wangji misinterpreted his words. "Of course, no one should be marrying me, least of all you, Hanguang Jun. You have a reputation to uphold after you carelessly threw it away." Wei Wuxian, of course, was referring to when he was brought back into the world and shunned for a second time. Lan Wangji, the foolish man. Wei Wuxian laughed softly and nuzzled closer, pressing his puckered lips to Lan Wangji's cheek. "But say, have you ever thought of marriage, Lan Zhan? Just in general."

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji was as comfortable as Wei Wuxian was about stripping down completely before joining the other in the bath. The two of them had seen each other so often, touched each other's bare bodies so frequently, that this was no longer something to be embarrassed about. The water only came up to his abdomen, thus he had to lower himself even further by bending at the knees, slouching his back so that he could wet his upper body. Wei Wuxian had already submerged himself,

Noticing Wei Wuxian's little movement towards him, Lan Wangji readily welcomed the smaller into his arms, their chests pressing together as the smaller male hooked his chin over Lan Wangji's shoulder. Lan Wangji had closed his eyes, letting the warm water relax his tensed muscles and closing his eyes as he embraced the soothing effects of bathing together with his beloved.

However, because his beloved happened to be Wei Wuxian, the tranquility of the moment did not last for long. Wei Wuxian, who always claimed that he had to talk because he owned a mouth, began to complain that his waist was hurting. Tenderly, Lan Wangji's hands dipped underwater, taking hold of both sides of the younger's hips, giving a gentle massage instinctively.

"What a poor wife I am, being treated by my Lan Zhan like this. I take him to class and he lets me fall asleep under his desk, in front of all his students. My reputation is tarnished!" Wei Wuxian grieved, which caused Lan Wangji's brows to tighten together again.

"En, my fault." he replied earnestly, pressing his lips against the other's earlobes, brushing against the soft flesh gently. He didn't know Wei Wuxian would care so much about his reputation. Lan Wangji felt a protective instinct kick in, almost starting to imagine the scenarios in which he would discipline those who spoke poor of Wei Wuxian.

"How will I ever be able to face anyone again!" the other wailed pitifully.

He sighed softly as he murmured in the other's ears, as reparations for his lack of attentiveness earlier, "I'll protect you." he said. And to this, Lan Wangji earnestly, wholeheartedly, meant what he said. He would protect Wei Wuxian at all costs, whether it be in battle or his reputation. His ears had unknowingly turned pink again when the smaller referred to himself as Lan Wangji's "wife". If this was the case, it was even more important for Lan Wangji to uphold his duties in protecting Wei Wuxian's honor - like his life depended on it.

Feeling Wei Wuxian's arms around him tighten, Lan Wangji's expression seemed to soften. Was his Wei Ying accepting his offer, then? There was the small sound of splashing water as his hands emerged from the hot water again, wrapping around Wei Wuxian's smaller frame. With one arm, Lan Wangji pressed a palm gently against the back of the other's head, pulling him against his chest as he gave what would best be described as a nuzzle, "Won't let you be wronged." he assured the smaller male. Lan Wangji would always give Wei Wuxian a reason to hold his head up high. "I promise..."

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian was not happy about having to let Lan Wangji go. He was much too comfortable being carried like a maiden, even if he had been vehemently against it before, and when Lan Wangji set him down very carefully onto the wooden panels of the floor, Wei Wuxian cried out as if he'd been struck. "Ow!" He wailed when he felt his sore backside touch the floor. It, of course, didn't hurt as much as Wei Wuxian was making it out to be, but he wanted Lan Wangji to hurry and embrace him again. "Ow, that /hurt/! Hanguang Jun, gently!"

Either Lan Wangji had enough of his nonsense already or he was too focused on preparing enough hot bathwater for them to tend to Wei Wuxian, who sat like a petulant child on the ground as he waited for Lan Wangji to finish. He did not even realize he was chewing on the insides of his cheeks as he watched Lan Wangji's every move carefully, not until the other beckoned for him to join him.

Wei Wuxian was all too happy to get up, taking Lan Wangji's outstretched hand to help himself up. Like the hundreds of times he'd been in front of Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian stripped comfortably before clambering into the tub, swaying slightly as he lowered himself into the steaming basin of water. The water level rose from midcoast to his collarbones, and Wei Wuxian slouched to submerge himself even further, a relaxed sigh escaping him as the hot water loosened his muscles.

Seeking Lan Wangji's comfort, Wei Wuxian closed the small distance between them, resting his chin on Lan Wangji's shoulder. It was times like these, quiet and intimate, that Wei Wuxian wanted to destroy the tranquility between them.

"Lan Zhan, my waist hurts," he complained, his speech slurred from pure laziness. "What a poor wife I am, being treated by my Lan Zhan like this. I take him to class and he lets me fall asleep under his desk, in front of all his students. My reputation is tarnished!" Wei Wuxian lamented, his arms sliding around Lan Wangji's waist. It was narrow, but unlike Wei Wuxian's, Lan Wangji was just a mass of lean muscle. How Wei Wuxian loved to encircle his arms around it. "How will I ever be able to face anyone again!"

@Wei Wuxian "Oh-ow, Lan Zhan... It hurts so much. I think I..." Wei Wuxian feigned. To anyone else, it was blatantly obvious that this was an act, but to Lan Wangji, his concern for the smaller male overrided any and all doubt of it was just Wei Wuxian being naughty again. He leaned in, hurriedly scanning the area to see if he had possibly missed a bruise anywhere. However, seeing nothing, Lan Wangji sighed softly in sympathy at his lover's pain. When Wei Wuxian asked to be carried, Lan Wangji gave his consent by wrapping a strong arm around the smaller male, tucking Wei Wuxian's head against the crook of his neck as he carried the other bridal style and headed back to the Silent Chamber.

Wei Wuxian was clinging to his side rather tightly, and Lan Wangji had a feeling that he wasn't ready to let go. Upon entering their personal quarters, he brought Wei Wuxian over to corner of the room, setting the other down gently on the floor. Considering that they didn't shower yet last night, Lan Wangji thought it would be a good opportunity to bathe together now. As much as he wanted to bring Wei Wuxian to the Cold Springs to help the other's little bruise on his head, it didn't really make sense to do so with the slightly chillier weather, and the fact that Wei Wuxian would have to submerge his head underwater if he were to want his injuries treated. Besides, Wei Wuxian much preferred the hotter water in the comforts of the Silent Chamber - Lan Wangji knew that much.

He pulled up the sleeves of his robes, tucking the long ends inwards so they wouldn't get in the way of his work. He picked up the two buckets that were used to transfer hot water, murmuring to the smaller male, "Wait here. Shower together." he said as he went back outside to collect boiling water. It took about 4 trips to fill the shower basin. Lan Wangji set the buckets down when he deemed the water level sufficient, then going over to his partner, holding out his hand, "Come."

@Lan Wangji "Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian lifted his head, the rabbit that had been nibbling at his hairline slipping off. Only Lan Wangji could say his name with such affection (since Wei Wuxian was usually being cursed at when his name left others' mouth). Before he could get up to meet Lan Wangji in the middle, the latter was wrapping his arms around Wei Wuxian already, crouched beside him, fretting in the only tight, concealed way Lan Wangji knew how. "Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian said, his voice muffled by Lan Wangji's shoulder. Like a pet being checked for injuries after running away, Wei Wuxian left Lan Wangji look him over, an amused grin stretching his lips the whole time. Seeing poor Lan Wangji's concern, Wei Wuxian wanted to reach up and reassure the older that he was fine, but being held so close and comforting made Wei Wuxian crave even more.

He drew back so Lan Wangji could see him wince dramatically, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. "Oh- ow, Lan Zhan... It hurts so much. I think I..." Wei Wuxian trailed off, sniffling pitifully, and leaned further into Lan Wangji's embrace, clutching at the front of the other's robes with his free hand. "I don't think I can get up. Hanguang Jun! Won't you be the gentleman I hear everyone says you are and take me home?"

Happy to have Lan Wangji by his side without any scolding or suggestions that he should stay out of the classroom from now on, Wei Wuxian helped himself into Lan Wangji's arms, brushing at the grass stains in his robes as he waited to be lifted. There was no doubt among the younger disciples, the gossip of the unidentified man in black clinging to Hanguang Jun like a newborn, but Wei Wuxian could not find it in himself to care. He wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji's neck, a soft purr of contentment rumbling from the base of his throat when he hid his face in the crook of Lan Wangji's neck.

@Wei Wuxian In the midst of Lan Wangji's lecture of what were the most common forms of spiritual weapons and detailing the process of becoming the owner of one, his low voice was suddenly cut off by a contrasting, loud earful of, "Lan Zhan! Why didn't you wake me up?" Fortunately, Lan Wangji was standing at his desk during that moment, and when he looked down, he noted that Wei Wuxian was awake. He made no comment, simply watching as the smaller male oriented himself and realized that he had woken up in the midst of Lan Wangji's lectures. Lan Wangji would have been more than eager to scoop Wei Wuxian up and usher the him back to bed, but the pace at which Wei Wuxian sprang up and bumped his head had caught even him by surprise. And while he didn't care about what the disciples were to think of the scene unfolding in front of them, before he could make a comment, Wei Wuxian had stood up, dusting his robes off and scurrying out of the room without even giving Lan Wangji a chance to even make a sound.

For the disciples, it was surprise after surprise. For a while, Wei Wuxian had not been showing up to class. Many students believed that the black-robed male had been so outrageous that Hanguang Jun must have rescinded his invitation to the annual study and sent him back home. However, now that Wei Wuxian made his appearance again, it was in the most unconventional of ways possible. The disciples wordlessly looked at each other, as if trying to communicate with their eyes what could be going on. A few hushed murmurs could also be heard from the corners of the classroom. Afterall, they had long come to realize that Lan Wangji, as the preceptor of discipline, always carried out his duties seamlessly. How could he suddenly make exceptions?

Noting that he had momentarily lost the disciples' attention, Lan Wangji only stated, "Talking during class. Copying Book of Elegance three times." That was more than enough to shut down the remainder of the noise levels. As if the situation had never happened, Lan Wangji continued on with his lecture, going through the content at a slightly louder volume and faster pace. Afterall, he wasn't too concerned with disturbing anybody anymore.

Once the lecture was over and the disciples began to file out, obviously to discuss what they had just witnessed a while ago, Lan Wangji collected his scrolls in one hand, Bichen in the other, and headed back for the Silent Chamber. He had expected to see Wei Wuxian waiting for him inside, but when he came back to the empty room, he realized there could only be one other place the other might be. Making his way to the Back Mountains instinctively, Lan Wangji's steps came to a halt as he saw Wei Wuxian in the distance, a few puddles of white surrounding the male, contrasting his black robes. Of course, it had to be the group of rabbits.

Lan Wangji sighed as he made his way over to the smaller male, one hand still elegantly pressed behind his back now that he had dropped the scrolls off in the Silent Chamber. "Wei Ying." he called for his partner softly, not wanting to startle him. Lan Wangji crouched down and embraced Wei Wuxian again, "Your head. Does it still hurt?" he asked, checking the younger's face diligently for any markings for bruises. Seeing that there was nothing, Lan Wangji relaxed. He made no comment about what had happened earlier, having already come to the conclusion that it was his fault for not waking Wei Wuxian up in the first place. He didn't need or want the smaller to make a big deal out of it. So what if Wei Wuxian called Lan Wangji by his birth name? Only he had the right to, and now the disciples knew there was one person who could, and was the only one who would.

After a very remarkable first day of returning to the classroom, Lan Wangji continued with his lectures in the usual fashion before he had left. The disciples were once again writing the assignments in his teaching style, and he began to have scrolls stacking up on his table by the end of the week again. Wei Wuxian had eventually been convinced that Lan Wangji was totally recovered and could function as normal as he used to again, and didn't fret when Lan Wangji woke up early to go to classes in the morning.

Everything was normal. At least everything on the surface level. Lan Wangji carried on with his daily routines, from teaching to grading to practicing meditation to spending the rest of his free time with Wei Wuxian. However, Lan Wangji was starting to grow unfond of the night. He had been prolonging them for as long as he could. Wei Wuxian's waist was most definitely compromised by Lan Wangji's night prowess. Though the other might attribute this vigor to Lan Wangji's full recovery, in reality, it was not the reason at all. Lan Wangji never thought there'd be a day when he'd admit he had fears. And to make it worse, his fear was so trivial. How could a grown man, a renowned cultivator, be scared of the night time?

Even while Lan Wangji was busy wiping him up and down, Wei Wuxian found himself leaning heavily into the older man and drifting in and out of consciousness as he was cleaned and dressed. One minute his forehead was dropped against Lan Wangji's shoulder, deep asleep, and when he opened his eyes again he was in clean robes and his hair was already done up.

"Wei Ying, let's go."

"Going," Wei Wuxian mumbled in response, his arm looping around Lan Wangji's. Even in his sleep-addled state, he knew it was way too early for anyone besides the two of them to be meandering through the Cloud Recesses. So there he was, fearless of hanging off Lan Wangji, looking up at the other with an enamoured expression every step of the way to the Orchid Hall. Once he was allowed to sit again, however, he began to drift off towards sleep again. Lan Wangji was gracious enough to leave Wei Wuxian alone as he forced his head into the older man's lap for a quick rest.

From where he lay, if he turned his face toward the sky, Wei Wuxian could see Lan Wangji's handsome face of concentration as he flicked through his scrolls and notes for the day's lecture. His jawline looked so powerful from where Wei Wuxian lay, but it was much too far from him to rise and kiss. So the younger continued to admire silently, his hands itching to caress Lan Wangji's face but instead rested over his stomach, heavy from fatigue. Lan Wangji murmured something softly, but Wei Wuxian was too far gone to hear it.

When Wei Wuxian opened his eyes again, the world around him seemed to be brighter, and his head no longer rested in Lan Wangji's soft and warm lap. It wasn't unusual for Wei Wuxian to be rolling about or waking on the floor, but that wasn't right - he was way past that stage of his life now. It took another second for him to remember he had been accompanying Lan Wangji to class and that he must have fallen asleep before he could return to the Silent Chamber. Sitting up in a swift motion, Wei Wuxian bumped his head into the edge of Lan Wangji's desk, yelping more in surprise than pain.

Lan Wangji stood, like a deity draped in his glowing white robes, before Wei Wuxian, open book held in one hand. Wei Wuxian grinned up at the older. "Lan Zhan!" he called, first and foremost more excited to see Lan Wangji than anything. "Why didn't you wake me up?" He sighed in contentment, waiting for Lan Wangji to acknowledge him. It was only when a beat of suffocating silence passed in the Orchid Hall that Wei Wuxian whipped around to face the previously empty desks of the lecture hall, now completely filled with disciples.

The blood drained out of Wei Wuxian's face, leaving him as white as the robes of the GusuLan uniforms. He made eye contact with Jin Ling first, who looked as red as a tomato. Then he laid eyes on Lan Jingyi, who looked as though he was having a hard time keeping in his laughter.

At least Lan Qiren was not here.

As calmly and composed as he could, Wei Wuxian stood and brushed invisible specks of dust off his robes. "See you later, Lan Zhan- ah, Hanguang Jun," he managed to say steadily before taking a speedy exit, his hair tie fluttering behind him as he fled for the Back Mountains.

What a disaster. Not only did he disrupt the class, he damage Lan Wangji's reputation, probably. The disciples had no idea who he was, and to have Hanguang Jun allow him to nap under his desk and leave without repercussions was probably a shocking scene. Wei Wuxian sighed, lying on his back in the meadow and waiting for the rabbits to come out and investigate Lan Wangji's scent on him. Based on how high the sun was in the sky by now, the lecture should not last much longer, and if Lan Wangji could not find him in the Silent Chamber, he would come here to look.

@Wei Wuxian "I'm coming too," Wei Wuxian murmured, obviously half asleep and eyes not even fully opened yet.

Knowing that the younger male was still fretting about his recovery, Lan Wangji shook his head (though he wasn't sure if Wei Wuxian even saw that motion), and he urged the smaller male softly, "Wei Ying, rest more. I'll be fine." he said, though that statement only seemed to rouse the smaller male even more, and soon, Wei Wuxian's flimsy movements had Lan Wangji stretching his arms out to collect the younger in his arms again.

"Just let me take you to your class, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian insisted, and Lan Wangji smiled softly, giving a nod of his head in agreement afterwards. It was rather endearing, and while he did want the other to rest up after a rowdy night, Lan Wangji figured that he would let Wei Wuxian's good intentions manifest themselves. He reached over, peeling the other's dark garmets off the edge of the bed and draping them over Wei Wuxian's shoulder.

They were up relatively early, but there still wasn't substantial time for a full shower. Lan Wangji had to make do with a smaller, warm basin of water. He dipped a washcloth into it, wringing it dry and helping to wipe Wei Wuxian's thighs, abdomen, and chest. After wringing it a second time, he even cleaned the smaller's lips, making sure there were no traces of drool (and his own e) that was visible on Wei Wuxian's drowsy face. Lan Wangji cleaned himself afterwards, redressing in his snow white robes and tying the sash neatly around his waist. Lan Wangji eventually helped redress his lover too, everything from helping him put on his shoes to tying the sash around his waist and even tying his hair up in the single updo that Wei Wuxian liked. He sighed softly as he saw how the smaller was still rubbing his eyes, yawns overcoming him one by one. He wanted to insist that the smaller male just stay in bed, but then the memory of how Wei Wuxian was hurt by his words made him retract them, instead calling, "Wei Ying, let's go."

Arriving earlier than the students that morning, Lan Wangji took a seat at the teacher's table, looking over the long array of notes that his Uncle had left for him, detailing where the class had left off, what he should pick up on, and what questions the students were expected to know for their upcoming daily dictation. His half-lidded eyes scanned the pieces of papers, the familiar handwriting taking up pages upon pages. In the meantime, Wei Wuxian had successfully accomplished his mission, and had now nestled his head on Lan Wangji's lap, the rest of his body covered by the desk. Lan Wangji looked down at the smaller male fondly, "This must not be comfortable..." he noted, taking the pad behind his back and offering it to the smaller male instead.

Not long after, the students had began to file in. Lan Wangji had wanted to tell Wei Wuxian that he could go back now and sleep comfortably, but in the few moments that he had been focused on the scrolls on his desk, it appeared that the smaller male had taken the liberty to fall asleep under his desk. As much as Lan Wangji wanted to wake the smaller up, he couldn't bring himself to, and eventually, the students had all filed in such that it didn't even make sense for him to say anything about it anymore. He just hoped that his lecturing voice wouldn't wake his partner up.

The disciples had smiles strewn across their faces upon realizing that Hanguang Jun was back instead of the Lan elder. They had complained much about having assignments and reflections to write in Hanguang Jun's lecture, but after experiencing what it was like for the disciples a dozen years ago, the youth now learned how lucky they had, and were more than ready to go back to their pampered way of life. Lan Wangji took a deep breath, standing from his seat as the students greeted him respectfully. He gave a nod of his head, his eyes flickering down to Wei Wuxian's sleeping figure below him. The corner of his lips twitched, but then he didn't make any remarks or tell the students what his situation was. Rather, he began to lecture, deciding that they wouldn't have to do the dictation until tomorrow.

@Lan Wangji Lan Wangji's touch dragging over his skin sent tingles up Wei Wuxian's spine. He shivered, resting impossibly close to the older man, drawn towards the warmth he emitted like a moth to light. His smile stretched a little wider at Lan Wangji's soft reassurances of his love, and at Lan Wangji's promise to stay, Wei Wuxian allowed his sleep-heavy eyes to close.

He slept undisturbed the entire night until he felt the arm that had been beneath his head all night withdraw. His features scrunched up in displeasure as his head rested against the hard bed beneath him, a soft whine of protest squeaking past his lips. He was still completely bare, and the morning chill that settled over the room cooled him substantially. Wei Wuxian curled up tighter around himself now that his source of heat was gone, shivering with only a thin sheet covering his lower half. He felt Lan Wangji's soft mouth touch his forehead, settling him easily. He almost slipped back into sleep when he realized that Lan Wangji was going back to the classroom today.

"I'm coming too," Wei Wuxian declared in a mumble after a beat of silence. It was only the second day that Lan Wangji was no longer exhibiting any symptoms of his illness, but Wei Wuxian just wanted to make sure Lan Wangji reached his classroom safely. It was a stupid thought he had. After all, Lan Wangji was a grown man capable of taking care of himself and walking himself across his own home, but Wei Wuxian would continue to be restless if he didn't see Lan Wangji safely to the lecture hall. He rose unsteadily, wincing at the sore muscles in his bottom. "Just let me take you to your class, Lan Zhan," he said, covering his mouth to yawn.

Stumbling out of bed, Wei Wuxian fell towards Lan Wangji, forcing the older to catch him. He rested his face in the crook of Lan Wangji's neck, where he felt most comfortable and shielded from the world. Wei Wuxian, of course, did not need any protection from anything, but to know that Lan Wangji was there to hold him softened him immensely. Gone were the days he had no one to rely on but himself.

@Wei Wuxian "Hold me." Wei Wuxian demanded, a request that Lan Wangji was easily able to fulfill. His arms tightened around the smaller male as they laid down flat on the bed, Wei Wuxian yawning to indicate his drowsiness. "Not going anywhere." he assured the smaller male, a small smile on his face once again. As long as Wei Wuxian wanted Lan Wangji by his side, he would be. And even if he wasn't, he'd find his way back. "I love you." he murmured in a hushed tone. Carefully, he shifted, extending his left arm so Wei Wuxian could use it as a pillow. His right arm held onto Wei Wuxian's hips, caressing the soft skin and feeling the hipbone up and down as the other dozed off.

Lan Wangji had eventually fallen also, holding Wei Wuxian in the position that he always had. He liked to have the smaller male tucked up against him, bodies not even leaving an inch of space between them, as if there was adhesive substance keeping them pressed together. It was the best night of rest he'd gotten since falling ill, and having Wei Wuxian wholly to himself, no worries that he might get the other sick, helped Lan Wangji let go of all his fears and concerns.

At daybreak, Lan Wangji naturally opened his eyes, turning his head to see Wei Wuxian still curled up against him. He sighed softly, reaching to brush a strand of hair from the other's face. It was hard to remove himself from the other's side - partly because his arm was still stuck under the other's head but mainly because he simply didn't want to. Lan Wangji eventually realized he had to leave time to shower too, as they didn't clean up last night. Carefully, he lifted Wei Wuxian's head up, moving his arm out from underneath. It seemed he had stirred the younger male and Lan Wangji pressed an apologetic kiss to Wei Wuxian's forhead, "Wei Ying, going now." he reported, turning to collect his robes and put his shoes on.

@Lan Wangji Lan Wangji's release was so hot in Wei Wuxian's mouth. With his mouth so full his little noises came out muffled, and he could only convey what he felt through his lust hooded eyes. He let Lan Wangji's pulse in his mouth until it slowed and softened, until the white release was leaking out the corners of Wei Wuxian's mouth in little white droplets. Lan Wangji tasted so /sweet/, his scent familiar and comforting.

"Wei Ying- Spit it out-"

It was funny how Lan Wangji thought Wei Wuxian would even consider spitting out Lan Wangji's precious seed. Holding the warm fluid beneath his tongue and in the pockets of his cheeks, Wei Wuxian slowly and carefully drew his lips off Lan Wangji's length, pressing his lips tightly together so nothing could escape. He let Lan Wangji pull him into his arms, happy to fall into his embrace.

"Naughty," Lan Wangji scolded, and Wei Wuxian swallowed obviously before grinning, his eyes crinkling into slits in mirth when he opened his mouth to show Lan Wangji what he'd done. He pressed his cheek into Lan Wangji's gentle hand, smiling adoringly. "You taste good," Wei Wuxian simply responded, tucking himself tight against Lan Wangji. With his weight, he forced the both of them down for a nap, yawning with a whine. Despite the sticky mess that continued to smear between their bodies, Wei Wuxian was happy to stay exactly where they were for a long time. "Hold me," he demanded in a small voice, his eyes closing as he felt exhaustion from exertion wash over him. "Lan Zhan, don't go anywhere. I love you so much."

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji had half the mind to sit up and grab Wei Wuxian, slamming the smaller male back on his length visciously again after his chest had been painted in thick ropes of white e. He had been waiting for Wei Wuxian for so long, but the other had already released, leaving Lan Wangji feeling rather empty - to the point that he almost growled animalistically.

However, Wei Wuxian knew not to leave him hanging and the smaller male knowingly pressed a hand on Lan Wangji's chest, signalling for him to stay put. Still, he had to prop himself on his arms to see what his lover was up to eyes widening when he felt warmth envelope his leaking , and Wei Wuxian's big eyes looking up at him. The sight was obscene, Wei Wuxian's head bobbing up and down, coupled with slick noises and the other's throat tightening around him. Obscene as it was, Lan Wangji was undoubtedly aroused, his fists balling up, knuckles white at the sight.

Eventually, Lan Wangji released, barely opening his mouth to give the smaller a warning when his release exploded in Wei Wuxian's mouth. It was a particularly heavy release, and Lan Wangji was panting by the time he finished. Apologetically, he sat up again, hurriedly patting the smaller's back, who was once again choking from his excess release. "Wei Ying-" he panicked, "Spit it out..." he tried to urge the smaller. It was the same as the first time he received a , but Lan Wangji didn't know what else do other than have the same reaction. He collected Wei Weixian into his arms, the other pliant in his hold. Lan Wangji gently cupped the other's cheek, wiping the drops of his that had collected at the corner of Wei Wuxian's lips, "Naughty." he scolded in the loving tone he could ever muster.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian grunted softly when he felt Lan Wangji's hand close over his leaking , his sweat-slicked palms sliding off Lan Wangji's chest and pressing into the bed to support his weight. As the days passed, Wei Wuxian found that he was regaining more and more strength and endurance. It was almost as if he was getting pieces of himself back, replacing Mo Xuanyu bit by bit. The thought was quite morbid, so Wei Wuxian pushed it out of his mind, turning his focus back onto Lan Wangji beneath him.

Lan Wangji never failed to stun Wei Wuxian, leaving him breathless for the other. He looked /ethereal/ beneath Wei Wuxian, his hair spread like ink across the white sheet beneath him, molten pools of gold for eyes burning bright as they stared up at Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji was a man of so few words, but Wei Wuxian didn't need them to know Lan Wangji's feelings, especially for him. They were open on display for Wei Wuxian, and only for him.

Wei Wuxian's moans were shaky as he forced himself up and down, the muscles in his thighs tight and taut as he rocked his hips into Lan Wangji's. Between impaling himself and having Lan Wangji diligently attending to his arousal, Wei Wuxian was easily brought to the edge. His body was tight as a strung wire, sweat beading at his temples and gathering in a thin sheen over his bare body as he rode Lan Wangji as if his life depended on it. It didn't take much longer for him to release, spilling hot white fluid all over Lan Wangji's hand. He jerked forwards as his ran its course, only just stopping himself from falling over his lover. His hair cascaded over his shoulders like a waterfall, brushing over the brand scar on Lan Wangji's chest, half obscuring his full view of the other.

The older man was close, too, Wei Wuxian could feel it. Still abuzz with the adrenaline running though his veins, Wei Wuxian rolled off of Lan Wangji, wincing when the latter's member slipped out of his gaping hole at an angle brushing up against all the sore and bruised spots inside him. He could already feel the strain of his lower back setting in, but he diligently shifted downwards, a palm pressed over Lan Wangji's firm stomach to keep him down. His lips touched the tip of Lan Wangji's swollen length before engulfing it delicately, his red lips wrapped tightly around the hard flesh as he took it further into his mouth. He did not stop until the felt the tip hit the back of his throat, humming to send a vibration through Lan Wangji's . He wanted to taste Lan Wangji's sweetness (it must be that Gusu diet), take it all in his mouth until it was spilling and leaking out the corners of his bruised lips, swallow and /choke/ and show his devotion to his Lan Wangji.

@Wei Wuxian In this new position, Lan Wangji found himself being virtually immobile, simply watching and trying to control his breathing as Wei Wuxian took liberties with the large that was buried deep within him. Lan Wangji felt a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, intensified when his eyes glanced downwards to watch the motion of the smaller male connecting their bodies, impaling himself with the angry red shaft. Lan Wangji didn't even realize that he was gritting his teeth until the smallr male , telling him about how good it felt. "Hng..." he sighed out, brows furrowed as though deep in concentration. Every time he was introduced to something new, Lan Wangji was curious how Wei Wuxian could come up with such ideas. Then it would occur to him that the smaller male had spent the better half of his youth reading novels and viewing the illustrations that followed.

Wei Wuxian then took Lan Wangji's hand, guiding it to his own leaking member. Coupled with the image of the neglected and Wei Wuxian's whimpering pleads, Lan Wangji easily consented, beginning the familiar motions of running his hand along the length. He had learned that more pleasure was elicited if he added a little pressure - especially at the tip and the base. This knowledge had been gained from observing what Wei Wuxian did to him, and naturally, Lan Wangji wanted to replicate what was good. He groaned softly in tune with the younger's strings of moans, feeling the coiling feeling in his stomach again. Lan Wangji bucked his hips upwards, meeting Wei Wuxian somewhat in the middle when he felt himself starting to lose control

With stimulation in two locations, it wouldn't be a surprise if Wei Wuxian was close already. Lan Wangji could see from the smaller's contorting face that he was losing himself to the pleasure as well. He tried to withhold the impending , wanting to wait until Wei Wuxian was ready too. Lan Wangji's hand motions began to quicken, as if he was silently demanding Wei Wuxian to catch up to him. The free hand that was still resting at Wei Wuxian's thighs reached to grab a handful of the other's curves, helping Wei Wuxian with his bouncing motions. Last time, Wei Wuxian's legs had given out on him, but it appeared the other's stamina had improved since then. Lan Wangji still wanted to be of help, and this was seen as his biceps would tighten and release their muscles while he was helping Wei Wuxian with the up and down motion.

@Lan Wangji "Flexibility is good for meditation," Lan Wangji commented, sending Wei Wuxian into a fit of inexplicable giggles. Sometimes, he had no idea what was going on through his lover's mind, especially when it was in reaction to something questionable Wei Wuxian was doing, but it was endearing nonetheless.

When Lan Wangji did not seem to be understanding what Wei Wuxian wanted, he pushed himself up, using whatever leg strength he had to force Lan Wangji to flip their positions so the latter lay flat on his back. This way, Wei Wuxian's spine wasn't being violently pressed against the bed, and Lan Wangji could take it easy for a while (his Lan Zhan was so hardworking in the bedroom).

"Wei Ying, what are you thinking?"

"I'm not thinking anything," Wei Wuxian replied with a grin, beginning to roll his hips over Lan Wangji's waist, concentrating more on a forward-backward rolling motion than rising up and down. He almost fell forward when Lan Wangji impatiently up inside him, his hands planting on Lan Wangji's chest to steady himself. "Only of how /good/ you feel, Lan Er gege..." With their new position, Lan Wangji's length rubbed up inside him in a different way than when Wei Wuxian was forced on his back. Still, Lan Wangji managed to make his knees weak and legs jelly-like when the older was lying flat on his back, doing virtually nothing but looking so /beautiful/ beneath Wei Wuxian.

Leaning his weight into his palms over Lan Wangji's chest, Wei Wuxian started to get into more of a bouncing motion, lifting himself until only Lan Wangji's tip remained inside him before sinking back down all the way, each smooth lift and drop accompanied by a drawn out moan from Wei Wuxian. His own arousal was beginning to leak white all over Lan Wangji's pale stomach, signalling his impending release. Lan Wangji's large hands squeezing at his thighs were incredibly stimulating, too, but Wei Wuxian wanted more. He took the liberty himself to bring one of Lan Wangji's hands to his neglected member, panting softly through his mouth. "Lan Zhan," he pleaded. "Touch me there, please-"

@Wei Wuxian Such was a thing that did not change - Lan Wangji's inability to differentiate sarcasm and real talk. During their youth, when Wei Wuxian had told him something about what was good or not, the young Lan Wangji who had never experienced such a thing, would blindly believe him. Now, once the younger male was gloating about his flexibility again, Lan Wangji naively added, "Flexibility is good for meditation." It was rather out of the blue, but Wei Wuxian was talking so much about it, the bigger male couldn't help but try to contribute to the conversation.

"My back hurts like this, Lan Zhan- get off me, let me turn over-" Wei Wuxian was suddenly urging him, the smaller male probably up to one of his wily tricks again. Lan Wangji pulled his lips away from the soft skin, looking at Wei Wuxian blankly as he removed some of the pressure from his weight from the smaller's body. What Wei Wuxian meant by "turn over", he also couldn't be extremely sure either. The smaller male really seemed to like sitting atop him, taking the work into his own hands and riding Lan Wangji's length. However, the want for that position was usually indicated for by "let me be on top". This was a new phrase, in which Lan Wangji had to pause, and let the other male shift their positions to whatever it was that he had in mind.

Eventually, Wei Wuxian did end up turning them over. Lan Wangji's back was now pressed on the bed, looking up at the sharp jawline of the male above him. "Wei Ying, what are you thinking?" he asked, his length twitching inside the smaller male. It had also become habit for Lan Wangji, that when they were in the process, he didn't like to be disconnected until they had finished. His hands gently grabbed hold of the other's buttocks, sliding down to massage Wei Wuxian's outer thighs. He gave a little upward with his hips, plunging himself up the other's cavity again, insinuating his impatience.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian knew he embarrassed the older when Lan Wangji leaned in to bite his lip, effectively muffling his noises of protests that followed. It wasn't as though Wei Wuxian had much left to say though as Lan Wangji quickened his pace, plowing into Wei Wuxian's soft and pliant body mercilessly. Wei Wuxian's taunts turned into pitched yelps, his body lowering back onto the bed as Lan Wangji folded him in half. The skin of his knee that touched his chest was cool, sending a shiver down Wei Wuxian's spine.

"I find that you really help with my flexibility," Wei Wuxian panted between breaths, always finding Lan Wangji's reaction to his talking whilst so intimately connected too amusing to pass up. It was even better when Wei Wuxian got off-topic about it, because that was just what exasperated Lan Wangji. "Bending me this way and that all the time. Thanks, Lan Zhan- ah!" A moan cut him short, and Wei Wuxian whimpered pitifully for himself before curbing his talking.

Tilting his head back for Lan Wangji's mouth to explore his neck, Wei Wuxian struggled beneath the older for some wiggle room. His hands clutched onto Lan Wangji's biceps to ground himself, his nails digging into the clothed skin. "Wait," he moaned, his fingers slipping off the smooth material of Lan Wangji's robes. "My back hurts like this, Lan Zhan- get off me, let me turn over-"

@Wei Wuxian "Lan Zhan, have you been dreaming of how to do me for the past few weeks? I know you like this so much, there's no way you could have gone weeks without even thinking of it- ah- Lan Zhan, are you considering my request to do it in every room in the Cloud Recesses?"

Lan Wangji's eyebrows were furrowed, almost as though he was glaring at Wei Wuxian for being the little seductive tease that he was. Though Lan Wangji did miss touching and hugging the smaller male, his dignity and honor would allow him to entertain such thoughts when he was supposed to be busying himself with other duties. That also went to say that he had to be in the right state of mind to think of such things properly, and considering how sick Lan Wangji had been for the past few days, getting rough in the private chambers had rarely crossed his mind. One thing was true though...maybe he didn't think about them consciously, but it didn't mean the same when it came to his dreams. He tchted softly at the younger male, leaning in to bite at his lip to hush him again. There were enough images that Wei Wuxian put in his head, Lan Wangji didn't need anymore, lest he lose the capacity to think of anything else properly.

He continued to bury and unsheathe himself in Wei Wuxian's tight heat, his arms easily hooking around the other's long legs and pushing them back until they touched Wei Wuxian's chest. He liked to have the other in such a compromised position, as it allowed Wangji full access while still having a perfect view of Wei Wuxian's face, reacting to every little thing that was happening to him. Lan Wangji was not the innovative type like his partner was. Where Wei Wuxian used to create his own talismens - even going so far as to use one to prevent Lan Wangji from walking off on him in their youth - Lan Wangji adhered strictly to familiar styles and routines, this proving to be true even in the bedroom.

There was no indication that he would be letting Wei Wuxian shift from this position anytime soon, the pacing of his seeming to find their tempo and knowing which angle to slide in such that it would draw out long, delectable moans from the smaller male. He lowered his head again, kissing Wei Wuxian lightly on the lips before working his way down, running his tongue against Wei Wuxian's neck and jawline. His soft panting became more apparent, even alongside Wei Wuxian's louder moans. Lan Wangji reached a hand around the smaller's member in an attempt to draw out more of those sounds, just so he could mask his own. He gave the slick length a few pumps, pausing every few moments before repeating the motions.

@Lan Wangji Watching Lan Wangji slowly come undone beneath his hands was incredibly arousing for Wei Wuxian. The older man's composure melted away with each little touch or Wei Wuxian offered, and the latter grinned, nudging his nose against Lan Wangji's cheek in a clumsy attempt at a kiss. He wanted Lan Wangji to let go of his inhibitions so Wei Wuxian could hear every little sigh and moan to come from the older, knowing that /he/ was the cause of them. "Doesn't this feel good?" Wei Wuxian purred, thumbing over the slit again and smearing the thin white fluid down the side of Lan Wangji's length. "Lan Zhan... Wangji..."

Wei Wuxian was so preoccupied with teasing and riling Lan Wangji up he did not notice the dangerous gleam in his lover's eyes before he was pinned roughly onto his back. His bare skin rubbed up against the silk bed mat, sending a shiver up Wei Wuxian's spine. Automatically, he parted his legs for Lan Wangji, his hand finding his own length and stroking it lazily. Some days, Wei Wuxian loved to act like a demure maiden and others a vixen for Lan Wangji to ravish and take as he pleased. He liked to be versatile and flexible about these things.

As Lan Wangji leaned over him, Wei Wuxian's hand abandoned his own member in favour of Lan Wangji's, guiding the stiff rod to Wei Wuxian's warm, puckered entrance. He stiffed when he felt the tip breach into his body, his breath leaving his body in a shaky exhale. Lan Wangji's hips did not roll in their usual smooth rhythm, either, and Wei Wuxian was feeling the consequences of that. And boy, did he love it. He raised his hips, pushing down and actively working to meet Lan Wangji in the middle, slamming into each other with such force the most obscenely wet slapping noises were filling the Silent Chamber. Wei Wuxian whimpered involuntarily, his elbows pressing into the hard bed to support his raised weight. "Lan Zhan," he rasped, just for the sake of saying the name. Just because only he, Wei Wuxian, was allowed. "Lan Zhan, have you been dreaming of how to do me for the past few weeks? I know you like this so much, there's no way you could have gone weeks without even thinking of it- ah- Lan Zhan, are you considering my request to do it in every room in the Cloud Recesses?"

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji did not pose any opposition as Wei Wuxian began to aggressively tear at his robe and undergarments, a sense of urgency to remove them plaguing his movements. The rush to remove his clothing was rather indicative to the older male that his partner wanted this just as much as he did, that he was not the only one who felt an extreme passion. It was hard to tell that Lan Wangji would even have the capacity to passionate towards something, anything, but when it was Wei Wuxian, the emotion could be seen in the his pale, piercing eyes. Once the garments were removed, Lan Wangji had thought about shifting their position again, but was stopped in his track when long, slender fingers wrapped around his pulsating length, stopping him in his tracks as his manhood was freed from its confines.

A small gasp passed his lips as he felt Wei Wuxian's , the smaller male knowing full well what actions would draw the biggest (though still not very apparent) reactions from Lan Wangji. "Lan Er gege," Wei Wuxian cooed sultrily, "It's been a while, hasn't it?" Swallowing hard, Lan Wangji gave a nod of his head in agreement. His body seemed to be frozen in the spot, the purplish mushroom tip of his shaft already leaking thin streaks of white liquid. He gave a soft "hng" sound from the back of his throat when the smaller male's eyes gleamed playfully, obviously knowing what reaction he was chasing after from Lan Wangji and how to achieve it.

Wei Wuxian was obviously trying to help Lan Wangji feel good, but it was also testing the older's patience, as his breathing grew shallow from all of the pent up tension and his ears began to grow pink from all the arousal and teasing. "Wei Ying..." he breathed out, voice indicating that he was at the verge of his threshold. Lan Wangji wanted to hurry this process on, he wanted to be connected with Wei Wuxian. As much as he liked the attention that he was receiving from the smaller male, he took the initiative to pull the other off him, pinning him on the bed underneath him once again, "Naughty" he breathed out, his angry red length already stiff and searching for entrance.

Penetration was rather smooth, as their collective effort to prepare Wei Wuxian was proving effective the moment his length swiftly breached the orifice. His eyes were slightly bloodshot from all the stimulation, causing his movements to be slightly erratic, not as elegant and graceful as he had intended for them to be. He didn't wait for Wei Wuxian to tell him to move, as it was plainly obvious that the smaller male was ready and expectant for him. Lan Wangji's s were shallow to begin with, but got increasingly deeper as he continued to , eventually nudging up against the sweet, sensitive bundle of nerves within Wei Wuxian's body.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian let out a squeak when he felt Lan Wangji add another finger (despite it being his original request). His hand twitched in reflex, and he was being so stimulated Wei Wuxian was overcome with a wild desire to take his own finger out of his sensitive hole. He kept pushing, his slender finger sliding against Lan Wangji's thicker ones. His hardening arousal was left unattended, but Wei Wuxian found it so easy to release untouched when it was Lan Wangji cradling him, pleasuring him.

Rewarding Lan Wangji with a lewd moan, Wei Wuxian leaned his weight against the older man, Lan Wangji's shoulder digging into his chest when he did. He could see the way the tip of Lan Wangji's ear pinked and he managed a guttural laugh from the back of his throat. "Lan Zhan," he breathed, drawing his hand out when he could not bear the strain on his wrist anymore. He loved the way his lover's name rolled off his tongue in a jumbled mess in his hazy state of mind. It sounded right only coming from Wei Wuxian, and if he ever heard anyone else calling Lan Wangji by his birth name, Wei Wuxian would have a bone to pick with that person.

Lan Wangji's fingers slipped out of him, leaving Wei Wuxian feeling rather empty, but he knew what had to happen next. With frantic, scrabbling fingers, Wei Wuxian's shaky hands tore at Lan Wangji's sash. He tore open the front of Lan Wangji's complicated layers, yanking at his trousers with a desperation to get things moving. Once Wei Wuxian had set his mind on one thing, he barely even paid attention to anything else - not with kissing Lan Wangji or exploring his newly revealed body. Reaching out for the nearly-emptied bottle of oil, Wei Wuxian was generous with as he dumped the rest out over his palm before sticking his hand down the front of La Wangji's trousers and pulling out his arousal. He worked Lan Wangji's lower garments just low enough for his impressive length to be exposed and gripped easily in Wei Wuxian's hand.

It was the perfect size, really. Wei Wuxian's fingers were wrapped around the shaft nicely, not to big or not too small. Bigger really wasn't better, he decided as he gave Lan Wangji's length a few to get the blood flowing down there. This Lan Wangji had some skill with it. From where did he learn it, Wei Wuxian couldn't be so sure.

Wei Wuxian pumped Lan Wangji's arousal languidly, his thumb brushing and digging into the slit at the head once his hand reached the top. "Lan Er gege," he said sultrily, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji had been anticipating the smaller's little rocking motions to accommodate his finger, but he was not ready for Wei Wuxian's sudden participation in the preparation process. As his finger was making clean against the other's wall, Lan Wangji suddenly felt Wei Wuxian shudder against him, and then his finger came in contact with the smaller's. He blinked a few times, unable to see what was going on underneath, though he could see very clearly Wei Wuxian's other arm, which was turned backwards, making his assumptions about the present situation true.

"Put another in, hurry-" Wei Wuxian suddenly gasped, his body shuddering from the shock of two digits penetrating the tight entrance. Lan Wangji hesitated briefly before another finger joined the two that were currently writhing around in Wei Wuxian's . His fingers and Wei Wuxian's seemed to be moving at a different, but steady pace. While he pulled out, the other was pushing in, and they would take turns such that Wei Wuxian was never left without stimulation.

Lan Wangji's ears were turning pink again, the realization that Wei Wuxian was actually pleasuring himself alongside Lan Wangji's ministrations was a rather interesting thought to him. He couldn't see it with his eyes, but just how the other was and the way their fingers brushed against each other, each lubed up and viscous from Wei Wuxian's inner fluids, Lan Wangji had a pretty solid picture of what was going on playing out in his head.

He couldn't help but look at Wei Wuxian, catching the other's flushed face as he squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself to the self-created pleasure. It was a rather seductive look, and Lan Wangji felt his already rising to greet Wei Wuxian. He groaned softly as he pulled his fingers out, obviously wanting to move on and fill Wei Wuxian with something bigger - something that would bring him even more immense pleasure.

@Lan Wangji “You didn’t stop me earlier enough.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, but he couldn't help but feel as though there was something better Lan Wangji could have said. It was a fleeting feeling, so he did not even have time to dwell on the thought. Lan Wangji was holding him close, groping and massaging his bottom so sensually Wei Wuxian's thoughts slipped out of his mind easily leaving him without thoughts, just pleasure. Restless as he was, he alternated between resting on Lan Wangji's lap or kneeling between the older man's legs, touching his front against Lan Wangji whenever he could.

Whenever Lan Wangji began to trail his mouth from Wei Wuxian's chest to his neck, the younger would get off his knees and sit, tilting his head back or to the side to give Lan Wangji easy access. When he felt that his chest was getting cool, he would rise to kneel again, letting Lan Wangji take care of it. Wei Wuxian pressed his mouth to what part of Lan Wangji's face he could reach. From his vantage point, he could peer over Lan Wangji's shoulder and look down his scarred back. They were healed, flesh-coloured now, but it didn't stop a shiver running down Wei Wuxian's spine.

For a moment, he felt ashamed at his body's disgust reaction before he realized it wasn't because of the scars, but because of how Lan Wangji's slick finger was prodding against his entrance, circling and massaging the rim in a silent request. Wei Wuxian's breath hitched when his hand was guided back, realizing what Lan Wangji wanted him to do. With one arm curled around Lan Wangji's neck for balance, Wei Wuxian spread his knees further, hiking one of them over Lan Wangji's waist and pulling apart his cheek for Lan Wangji.

It wasn't enough. Wei Wuxian craved the burn and stretch - between his injury and Lan Wangji's sickness, they hadn't been intimate for a while. Lan Wangji probably realized this, and Wei Wuxian assumed that was why he was so slow and gentle, but he wanted none of that. With the same hand that was digging into the soft flesh of his bottom, he inched it closer until his hand bumped into Lan Wangji's. Searching and feeling along, Wei Wuxian, rather forcefully, pushed his index inside himself alongside Lan Wangji's finger. His back arched automatically and his chest pressed against Lan Wangji's shoulder. It was an awkward angle, putting pressure on his wrist, but Wei Wuxian was determined to bring something new to the bedroom every single time.

The sensation was strange. It was so warm and /tight/ inside him, without space for them to move even with just two fingers. His walls clenched and wrapped around them fingers, and even the slightest movement when Wei Wuxian shifted sent waves of pleasure flowing through him. He leaned his weight harder into Lan Wangji, his breaths coming in short pants. "Lan Zhan," he wheezed, his body nearly folded in half over Lan Wangji's shoulder from his writhing. "Put another in, hurry-"