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@Lan Wangji Hearing Lan Wangji return his affections had Wei Wuxian's heart trembling, touched. For so long, even before he realized these feelings himself, Wei Wuxian always yearned for Lan Wangji approval.

Wei Wuxian felt himself go slack when Lan Wangji picked him up and decided to have his way with him. The bed frame dug painfully into his back, and a groan escaped him. Lan Wangji looked so soft and gentle, but he could be so /rough/ and dominating. Wei Wuxian never wanted more than to submit right now with Lan Wangji pressing into him, kissing the life out of him. Sliding until he was on his back on the bed, Wei Wuxian opened his legs only for them to have them bent and pressed against his chest again. Before he could make another teasing remark to get Lan Wangji's blush on his face again, he felt something hard and stiff prod against his entrance.

Bracing himself, Wei Wuxian held his breath as Lan Wangji sunk into him, slow and steady. It wasn't like their first time, which was admittedly a rather painful affair for Wei Wuxian the first half. It still stung when his soft insides were stretched and poked at again, but there was a tingle of pleasure that accompanied it. It help that Lan Wangji looked so handsome above him, dominating and every bit controlling.

"Lan Zhan," he whimpered, his eyes fluttering open and close. He tried to shift his hips, take in more of Lan Wangji quicker. "Don't hold back, just do it- ah- please-"

@Wei Wuxian A flash of concern appeared on Lan Wangji's face as Wei Wuxian pushed his hand away, obviously not intending to do what he suggested. The other was covering his mouth, and Lan Wangji suddenly wondered if it was because Wei Wuxian didn't want to spit it out on him. But after a moment, the younger male triumphantly opened his mouth, showing Lan Wangji that he had swallowed. As if this wasn't enough, Wei Wuxian had to announce it to, making the pink creep even further up Lan Wangji's ears (if that was even possible).

He sat there, like a statue, the only thing differentiating himself from one was that his eyes would react to everything Wei Wuxian did. When the smaller male closed upon him again, Lan Wangji's eyes narrowed, and he followed the other's movements curiously. Only upon Wei Wuxian landing a kiss on his lips did Lan Wangji snap back to reality, recognizing that there was something more he needed. The kiss had been slightly messy, and he had gotten a good look of Wei Wuxian's face as the other closed in - some of his release had covered the corner of the other's lips, making Wei Wuxian look even more like the naughty vixen that Lan Wangji knew he was.

"Good boy. Don't be scared. Next time, it'll be your turn." he heard Wei Wuxian murmuring against his lips. It sounded like the other was coaxing, or even cooing, at a small child "Lan Zhan, I love you so much."

Next time was not specified, thus when Wei Wuxian left it up to Lan Wangji's interpretation, he sprang on the opportunity.

In the next moment, Wei Wuxian had been bent over and back pressed against the hard bedframe rather mercilessly again. With a single swipe of his hand, Lan Wangji had spread out the robes, revealing the entire frontside of the smaller male's body. "En." he replied, ears grazing dangerously close to Wei Wuxian's ear, "I...love you." he muttered those words in return, the temperature of his body rising when he said something so sentimental. He didn't intend to let Wei Wuxian go for the night yet, as the male had done enough provoking, and now had to reap the seeds that he sowed. Without much effort, Lan Wangji's arms hooked under each knee of Wei Wuxian, pushing his lower body back so that his knees were close to his chest. This was very similar to the position he had done last time, the only difference being that he didn't have Wei Wuxian tied up...yet.

His , which had been lubricated by the e and saliva easily found its way to the orifice it was seeking for. Knowing better than to just shove itself in, lest it caused too much pain for Wei Wuxian like last time, Lan Wangji pressed his length against it, slowly letting the entrance swallow his length at its own pace. He could feel the warmth that enveloped his manhood again, a soft grunt coming from his lips as he leaned in to press another dominating kiss on Wei Wuxian's lips.

@Lan Wangji The tiny noises he heard Lan Wangji try to suppress was heaven. Witnessing the ever so carefully composed Hanguang Jun break down with his very own eyes and ears was a delight for Wei Wuxian. It only encouraged him to diligently, bobbing his head a little faster and hollowing out his cheeks to create the pressure he knew Lan Wangji liked.

Wei Wuxian flinched when he felt hot liquid hit and stream down the back of his throat. It wasn't unpleasant to say the least, but it definitely wasn't the sensation he was expecting. Still, the sudden turn of events did not hinder him. Even though he felt Lan Wangji's panicked urging, he waited until he felt Lan Wangji's length stop throbbing and pulsing so obviously in his mouth before pulling off carefully, his lips dragging tight across the skin so not even a drop of ion escaped him.

"Hurry...spit it out, spit it out."

Wei Wuxian shoved at Lan Wangji's hand, covering his mouth and shaking his head vehemently. He was determined to show Lan Wangji just how capable of anything he could be. He paused, his eyes glazing over as he focused on forcing himself to swallow the foreign substance sitting in his mouth. A moment passed, and Wei Wuxian looked back up, a triumphant grin on his face. He stuck out his tongue to prove it. "I swallowed it." Though he did swallow indeed, Wei Wuxian could feel he made a mess of it. His initial flinch and smeared some white across the corners of his mouth, dotting his swollen, dark lips.

Seeing how Lan Wangji, renowned and most disciplined cultivator, was shocked to a standstill, Wei Wuxian threw his head back to laugh before sitting close to Lan Wangji again, planting a saliva and smeared kiss on the other man's lips. "Good boy. Don't be scared. Next time, it'll be your turn." He wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji and kissed him again, ignoring the sticky feeling between them. "Lan Zhan, I love you so much."

@Wei Wuxian Saliva, and Lan Wangji's own secretion, was running down the length, coating it and making it glistening wet. Wei Wuxian's lips seemed to take in more and more, but there was a moment when the smaller paused, then released the lower half of Lan Wangji's length, resigning to on the top half with a 'popping' sound from the smacking of his lips. The bigger male wondered if there was the possibility that Wei Wuxian had been trying to take all of his into his mouth, but he wasn't even sure if that was a plausible thought, given how small the other's mouth was.

As if the visuals weren't enough, Lan Wangji's acute sense of hearing picked up the little muffled moans coming from Wei Wuxian's throat. The sounds that Wei Wuxian made were so enticing, he couldn't help but want to hear more (though he'd never admit that). After doing his best to hold on for as long as he could, Lan Wangji caved in to the need again, his hips bucking upwards as he let out a soft groan, his thick load shooting into Wei Wuxian's throat. In horror, his eyes widened as the scenario he had been worrying about finally happened. "Hurry...spit it out, spit it out." he said, patting Wei Wuxian's back, as his sudden release had taken the younger by surprise as well. Lan Wangji seemed to have lost control of his composure again. Despite how pleasurable this was, there wasn't a sense of satisfaction or resignation within him yet. Instead, Wei Wuxian seemed to have aroused a sleeping beast.

The corner of his lip twitched again as he felt the other's mouth tightening around his length, even harder even though he had tried to say the opposite. At this point, Wei Wuxian was teasing him even without words. There were many obvious signs that Lan Wangji was slowly losing his control. His chest was starting to rise up and down faster - sounds that came of his mouth sounding like small pants. The hand that was not holding onto Wei Wuxian's shoulder had balled up again, turning white as he fought back the urge to pounce back on the other. He really was trying his hardest to not resist, as Wei Wuxian had told him to.

@Lan Wangji Lan Wangji's eyes looked so shiny in the dim light. Finally, Wei Wuxian spotted the tiniest bit of pinking in Lan Wangji's cheeks, and tightened his mouth around Lan Wangji's length triumphantly. He wanted the other's resolve to break, wanted Lan Wangji to lose control and him again like he did outside of Yunping.

Wei Wuxian was sure if he were observing, he would judge this scene worthy of being painted in a ographic novel. Careful not to bite Lan Wangji with his teeth, Wei Wuxian ventured a bit further, curious to see how far he could take it before he was forced to draw back. Already, halfway down Lan Wangji's , Wei Wuxian felt a strain in his jaw when the tip rubbed against the back of his throat. Not wanting to unhinge his jaw like a snake and scare the older off, Wei Wuxian retreated reluctantly, on the top half in defeat. He would get all of it one day, he thought with determination.

"Wei Ying... Don't-"

Don't what, Wei Wuxian wanted to ask. He could not speak, so instead, he harder in response, pressing his lips into the pink head he had his mouth wrapped around.

If there was one thing Wei Wuxian could really apply from his gained knowledge from all his little books, it was probably this. When he managed to relax his throat again, he made another attempt to swallow Lan Wangji a little deeper, his moans muffled by the hard flesh in his mouth. It would be extra , Wei Wuxian thought, if he could get Lan Wangji to finish in his mouth. Hanguang Jun would taste so good.

@Wei Wuxian No matter how many times they had kissed already, each new one was a different experience, nuanced and beautiful in its own way. Though gentle, Lan Wangji was still the one who controlled it, as he couldn't break himself of his bad habit every time. He could feel Wei Wuxian running his hands along his body, eventually landing on his chest and pushing him back. Lan Wangji was about to say that Wei Wuxian was the one who brought this upon himself, since he had reminded Lan Wangji to do it, but now he was resisting.

What happened next though, was very unexpected. His brows furrowed as he watched the younger male straddled him, taking hold of his length and stroking it like he had the experience. Lan Wangji's lips pressed together tightly as he felt the heat rising in his body. "Hng..." he breathed out lowly, reaching a hand out to grasp onto Wei Wuxian's shoulder. However, before he could, the other had already dipped his head and Lan Wangji watched in shock (and slight horror) as the other's pink tongue poked out past his lips, taking a curious against the tip of Lan Wangji's manhood.

Wei Wuxian's tongue skillfully maneuvered its way along the length, warming it up with his tongue and bringing it to a full . It was such a dirty sight, their eyes locking as Wei Wuxian continued his ministrations while Lan Wangji had to remind himself to take deep breaths. There were little shocks of pleasure that coursed through his body as he felt the other's lips tighten around the girth, forming pressure that was similar to the actual act of penetration. Lan Wangji stifled another groan, not wanting these sounds to travel past the walls of the Silent Chamber. Although they were isolated to some extent, how would people react to the stoic Hanguang Jun doing such scandalous acts in the middle of the night?

He did end up returning a hand to Wei Wuxian's shoulder, giving it a squeeze as he felt something reminiscent to the feeling of last time. Lan Wangji didn't have any idea how to control his release, and this particular action brought it about pretty quickly. "Wei Ying..." he grunted, almost like he was dazed, "Don't-" he urged softly, not wanting to accidentally release into Wei Wuxian's mouth.

@Lan Wangji “You-“

Wei Wuxian held back a bark of laughter. Still, Lan Wangji was so easily flustered, but Wei Wuxian held back on that bit of teasing. "What?" Wei Wuxian asked, feigning innocence as he batted his lashes at the other. Lan Wangji was so, so handsome, Wei Wuxian realized for the nth time. He just glowed and radiated some sort of commanding power wherever he went, even if he was so silent most of the time. Still, Lan Wangji was not short of admires. It irked Wei Wuxian for the briefest moment, but the thought left his mind as quick as it came when Lan Wangji said his name.

“Wei Ying... you are really not going to rest?"

"No," Wei Wuxian said defiantly, the most serious he's ever been as he looked back into Lan Wangji's searching gaze. "I will not rest, whether you stay or not, so it's up to you what- mmph!" Without a warning, Wei Wuxian was pressed hard into the bed, Lan Wangji's weight heavy over him. His hands attached to Lan Wangji's side reflexively, travelling up his broad body and cupping Lan Wangji's cheeks as he kissed him slowly. Wei Wuxian boldly dipped his tongue between Lan Wangji's lips, running his tongue just along where they met. His hands couldn't stop roaming, wanting to touch and feel every inch of Wangji, clothed of not.

An idea came to mind in the middle of kissing Lan Wangji sensually. It was either going to be a great idea or a terrible idea, but Wei Wuxian was betting on Lan Wangji enjoying it. He pushed the older off of him, guiding Lan Wangji so sit and lie back a little. "Relax, don't resist," Wei Wuxian commanded, already busy peeling apart Lan Wangji's robes. He didn't remove them completely, finding it rather arousing to expose only Lan Wangji's front. Before Lan Er ha had a chance to protest (if he wished), Wei Wuxian took his length in his slim hands, stroking it to semi-hardness before he bent and pressed his lips to the tip.

/Of course/, Wei Wuxian never touched another man's before (he had no reason to), but it couldn't be that hard, could it? Experimentally, he kissed along the length of it, sizing it up before wrapping his lips around the tip. It didn't really taste like anything but clean skin, which Wei Wuxian could live with. Pressing his tongue flat against the underside, Wei Wuxian pulled back slightly to glance up at Lan Wangji, longing for his precious Lan Zhan's approval.

@Wei Wuxian "I don't want to sleep without you,” Wei Wuxian exclaimed. It was a bold statement, but with that being said aloud, Lan Wangji didn’t have the heart to leave anymore. He supposed the going in the morning to look for the medical books wouldn’t be too late.

“You-“ Lan Wangji started, getting stuck again. Those words could be interpreted without any hidden meaning, but Wei Wuxian had propped himself up again, the glimmer in his eyes indicating that his words were not meant to be taken without any added meanings. Especially with the way that he let the robes cover his chest, pushing the innocent look forward, Lan Wangj’s heart beat rapidly against his chest, wondering if Wei Wuxian was intentionally trying to provoke him, or was this natural for the younger, which is probably caused so many to fall for him unknowingly. Unwilling to settle for either answer, Lan Wangji guessed that it was a combination of both.

Although the position of his head didn’t move, Lan Wangji’s eyes flicked downwards at Wei Wuxian’s hand on his thigh. He could smell the fragrance of the soap emanating from Wei Wuxian’s body as the younger came up closer to him. Though it was a rather tame scent that Lan Wangji had been using all his life – made of sandalwood and flower petals, it seemed to deviate when coming in contact with Wei Wuxian’s body, giving off a delicate invitation that lured Lan Wangji purposefully.

“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji called out, respond to the other’s sultry attempts to persuade him, “You are really not going to rest?” he asked, almost as if giving the smaller one last chance to escape the possibility of another long night.

Once the other showed the smallest sign of trying to again, Lan Wangji pressed him down, connecting their lips together again. He had yet to use the Silencing Spell on Wei Wuxian ever since finding him again, but it didn’t mean that Lan Wangji didn’t have other methods to hush the other now.

@Lan Wangji Of course, Wei Wuxian did not really /need/ to sleep with Lan Wangji every night. He really just wanted Lan Wangji to stay and fall asleep with him. Wei Wuxian supposed if he asked normally, the other man would give in to his request, but seeing Lan Wangji's pinking ears, Wei Wuxian grinned wickedly. He sat up, barely making an attempt at holding the front of his robe together. The soft material slipped off his other shoulder, leaving him bare from the chest up. Wei Wuxian covered his s with his robe, as if they were the most indecent sight for Lan Wangji. "I don't want to sleep without you," he declared, not at all bothering to be quiet.

Wei Wuxian's gaze dropped onto Lan Wangji's clenched hand before flitting back up to the older's face, his own expression serene as he studied the other. From the way Lan Wangji was sitting and his features were carefully composed, Wei Wuxian would not be able to tell what the other wanted if not for the blush creeping up his neck and ears. Suddenly abuzz with energy, Wei Wuxian put his face near Lan Wangji's, as if daring and tempting him to make the first move.

Lan Wangji looked great. Wei Wuxian put a pause on everything to admire the other male, from his damp, dark hair framing his porcelain perfect face that glowed in the dim light, down to his prominent collarbones and toned chest peeking through his clothes. Wei Wuxian swallowed, his eyes dropping down to Lan Wangji's crotch, covered by layers of cloth. He was so big everywhere, Wei Wuxian thought, and proceeded to settle his free hand on Lan Wangji's thigh. "You need to take some time to rest, too," he tried to convince the older. "It's too late to start working. Lan Zhan..."

@Wei Wuxian The robe seemed to have a billowing effect as it was loosely wrapped around Wei Wuxian's body, the smaller male walking over to Lan Wangji with much of his body exposed. Lan Wangji would have been quick to cover up such indecency if they weren't alone, thus meaning that he was the sole audience of such a sight. Wei Wuxian didn't seem to know what this fashion statement of his was doing to the bigger male though, and Lan Wangji had to suppress any harassing thoughts, instead pulling the blanket over the younger as he got into bed with a yawn.

The other was quick to close his eyes - so quick that Lan Wangji assumed he had fallen asleep in that instant. As he stood up to go, he was suddenly stopped in his tracks, Wei Wuxian's hand gripping onto his wrist. "Hidden Library Chamber." he said, not explaining the purpose unless Wei Wuxian thought he was being unnecessarily frantic over the matter again. Lan Wangji would go in the morning, but he knew that he would much rather be tending to the smaller male when he woke up, or he would have to go and see his Uncle. "Wei Ying. You sleep first." he murmured, his voice lowered since it was night.

"We haven't done it today yet. Aren't we going to do it every day?" the other suddenly piped up.

Lan Wangji blinked a few times, his words seemingly caught in his throat again. Sighing softly, he looked down at the smaller male, who was in no state to endure Lan Wangji's advances. "Rest for now." he replied, sitting down since he didn't want Wei Wuxian to strain his arm by reaching out in such a position.

Of course, that kind of thought had run through his mind. But since it was obvious that Wei Wuxian was tired, Lan Wangji wasn't going to force something that wasn't necessary. His half-lidded eyes widened again though, as those tempting words, coupled with Wei Wuxian's sultry look - his hair down, robes just barely draping over his skin - made Lan Wangji swallow uncomfortably. He clenched the hand that Wei Wuxian wasn't gripping onto, ears pinkening again.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian only looked upwards when he felt Lan Wangji's hand encouraging him to do so, though a miserably glum expression still muddled his features. It /is/ my fault, he wanted to insist. Jiang Cheng's parents, Jin Zixuan, his shijie - all their deaths were not by his personal hand, but he was the root of their downfall. Now Lan Wangji, too. There was no difference between who executed it and who caused it. It was all Wei Wuxian.

Even so, he allowed himself to sink into Lan Wangji's hold, letting the older caress his face as if he deserved it. The warm touch let him forget and took him to a better place. "Between us, there is never a need to say those words," Lan Wangji said, and Wei Wuxian held on a little tighter. If that was the case, Lan Wangji should know without saying that Wei Wuxian would give up his life for Lan Wangji to go through his without pain. "Just tonight," Wei Wuxian said, his lips wobbling ever so slightly. "I want to say it, whether you accept it or not. I... am sorry." More than anything he had ever been regretful of, Wei Wuxian was so sorry.

They left the bathtub without any more words exchanged, and the atmosphere lightened once they'd moved on from the topic at hand. Wei Wuxian's fingers were already pruning up, and the water had cooled enough that when he stepped out, he began to shiver. Drying off and letting Lan Wangji ease him into a robe as if he were a child, Wei Wuxian leaned against the edge of the tub to watch the younger Lan move about and fix the bed for him.

Wei Wuxian ambled towards the bed when he heard his name being called, pulling the loose robes he had not bothered to tie up tighter around him. They were large enough they began to slip down one side of his shoulders, which Wei Wuxian did not bother to yank back up. It was unsightly, him swathed in all white like he was about to attend a funeral procession. What on earth was the founder of the GusuLan sect thinking when he decided on the uniform?

Yawning as he crawled into the space Lan Wangji had prepared for him, Wei Wuxian's eyes closed the moment his head hit the pillow. He opened them again and his hand shot out to grab Lan Wangji's wrist when he realized he the older had no intention of joining him just yet. "Where are you going?" Wei Wuxian asked a little too loudly for night time at the Cloud Recesses. He knew he had already taken up enough of Lan Wangji's time the past day or so, but when it came to letting the other go do his own thing, Wei Wuxian wasn't ready for just that yet. "I..." he began, racking his brain desperately for an excuse. "We haven't done it today yet. Aren't we going to do it every day?" he asked hopefully, the smile he tried to give Wangji obviously weary.

@Wei Wuxian As if he were really cleaning the finest porcelain, Lan Wangji's movements were delicate, making sure that he didn't press too hard that it would stretch Wei Wuxian's skin. His back was much less marked up and bruised than his chest, and Lan Wangji would most definitely like to keep it that way. The older male had made sure to help scrub the other's neck too, though he ended up dabbing instead of scrubbing, not wanting the skin on the back to pull at the front, which would irritate Wei Wuxian's wound.

"En." Lan Wangji replied when Wei Wuxian suddenly turned around, taking the washcloth from him. Obediently, he stayed still, letting Wei Wuxian run the piece of cloth along his body. Lan Wangji was not used to this, as he had never even showered in the presence of someone else before. Even at the Cold Springs, which was a public place for all Lan Sect disciples to recuperate and clean themselves, most people had never gone in the area when the spread that Hanguang Jun was currently using it. The first time Wei Wuxian had joined him in the Cold Spring, after they had been caught drinking alcohol so many years ago, that was the first time Lan Wangji had known what it was like to share the premises of the Cold Spring with anyone (aside from his elder brother).

Lan Wangji turned his back slightly when the other pulled on his arms, shifting so that Wei Wuxian wouldn't have to reach so far. As the other was scrubbing, the constant motion that was there before had slowed, and Lan Wangji had turned his head to look at the smaller male. There was a grimace on Wei Wuxian's face, probably at the unsightly image of Lan Wangji's whip scars. Under the water, Lan Wangji's fists clenched together, wondering if Wei Wuxian found them so unsightly and disgusting that he had stopped, not wanting to wash Lan Wangji's back. Just as he was about to reach for the cloth in the other's hand, offering to do it himself, Wei Wuxian had thrown the cloth to the other side of the tub.

His arms encircled Lan Wangji's neck, face suddenly buried against his collarbone. "Lan Zhan, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I hope you can forgive me one day." the younger male said in muffled words against his chest.

Lan Wangji's arms gently rested against Wei Wuxian's hips again, sighing softly as he finally realized what this was all about. There was only one explanation why Wei Wuxian would be apologizing to him right now, and that would be because he blamed himself as the source for all these scars. It must have been his elder brother. Aside from the disciples who had been bystanders and his Uncle who had wielded the whip, only his elder brother knew the extent of Lan Wangji's injuries.

"Wei Ying." he called, one hand reaching up to cup the other's cheek and drawing Wei Wuxian's face up to look at his, "It's not your fault." his gaze was firm, unwavering, genuinely hoping that Wei Wuxian would not blame himself for a choice Lan Wangji made on his own, "Also." he added, "Between us, there is never a need to say those words." he said, running his thumb under the other's eye, where a droplet of water was there. He wasn't sure if that was a teardrop or just something from the water, but either way, Lan Wangji wanted the smaller male to be assured that he blamed no one for his scars, and he would choose to endure them again if it meant it would lead to his reunion with Wei Wuxian today.

He held the smaller male for a while longer before noting softly, "The water is cold now. Let's get up." he said. In reality, Lan Wangji would still like to hold onto Wei Wuxian like this, but he didn't want the smaller male catching a cold or soaking so long that his skin became wrinkly. Carefully, he helped Wei Wuxian out of the tub, stepping out afterwards and grabbing a clean white robe from his wardrobe. He wrapped it around Wei Wuxian's body first, then took another one for himself. Lan Wangji would probably have to get a few more sets of these. The Gusu Lan Sect only allowed each disciple to have a limited wardrobe, but Wei Wuxian was now part of the sect, so he'd have to get some of his own too. Knowing very well that the other's preference in clothing color was black, Lan Wangji would send in a personal order to the tailor in town as soon as he could.

Lan Wangji usually did not leave his Silent Chamber after showering, as he had just cleaned himself, but tonight, he still had something else to do. Once Wei Wuxian was dried off and seemingly ready for bed (with his puffy eyes and multiple yawns), Lan Wangji had pulled back the covers for the other, placing the single pillow in the inner side of the bed where Wei Wuxian would sleep. "Wei Ying, come rest." he called. Lan Wangji would go to the Hidden Library Chamber after the smaller fell asleep to look for some medical treatments after.

@Lan Wangji Though Lan Wangji was so firm and lean and toned all over, Wei Wuxian felt as though he were enveloped in a cloud when he leaned back. Languidly, he moved his lips against Lan Wangji's, trying to focus on the sweetness he tasted before he fell asleep in Lan Wangji's arms (which wouldn't be a bad idea, but it would support Lan Zhan's idea that he needed more rest). Unlike their rushed and passionate kissing from before, Wei Wuxian found himself enjoy the slow, soft massage of this one. He squeaked when Lan Wangji nipped at his mouth out of the blue, a worn-out grin stretching across his mouth.

Reluctantly, Wei Wuxian leaned forward to give Lan Wangji access to his back. Mo Xuanyu's body was smooth and unmarked (not to mention weak), and Wei Wuxian wondered if Lan Wangji minded. Or did he prefer it?

"Enough," Wei Wuxian said when the skin on his back tingled from being scrubbed. "Let me wash you." Stifling a yawn, Wei Wuxian took the washcloth from Lan Wangji, soaping up his hands and beginning his methodological process of wiping Lan Wangji all over. Of course, staying inside Cloud Recesses, there was a limit to how dirty one could get, but Wei Wuxian found himself enjoying the domesticity of the act. He dipped his cloth into every curve and crevice of Lan Wangji's abdomen, up his chest, his neck. When Wei Wuxian pulled him forward so he could reach Wangji's back, he stilled again at the sight of the lash scars.

They were there because of him. No matter what happened between him and Lan Wangji, how their relationship developed or what they became to each other, Wei Wuxian would /always/ become overwhelmed with guilt the moment he caught a hint of the topic of those whip scars. They were so ugly, and it was such a cruel thing to do. Wei Wuxian's neutral expression deepened into a frown as he washed, then a glare.

Who else in Gusu would have the authority to mete out such a punishment on his precious Lan Zhan besides Lan Xichen or Lan Qiren? There was no doubt in Wei Wuxian's mind it was the latter's doing. He gritted his teeth, curing the renounced cultivator in his mind. His irritation and anger toward the Lan Elder got the best of him, and he didn't even realize his knuckles were white from clutching the washcloth and Lan Wangji's skin was being scrubbed red.

As quick as his anger came, it ebbed away. Lan Qiren might be the direct source of Lan Wangji's physical pain, but who had been the root of it all? Wei Wuxian. Sinking back into the water, Wei Wuxian abandoned the washcloth in favour of throwing his arms around Lan Wangji's neck. "Lan Zhan," he sniffled, burying his face in the other's neck. "I'm sorry," he said without further explanation. "I'm really sorry. I hope you can forgive me one day."

@Wei Wuxian "If you're ever drunk again, make sure I am here."

"I will." Lan Wangji assured the other male. Though Lan Wangji only ever drank because Wei Wuxian wanted to him or because he was too lost in thought about Wei Wuxian, he was sure that now since they were living together, drinking again would be inevitable.

When prompted by Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around the smaller's body, easily enveloping the other within his grasp. "En." he replied against the other's ear, closing his eyes as they sat there in silence, soaking in the steamy tub water. Lan Wangji was perfectly content like this, the most simple activities with Wei Wuxian bringing him immense satisfaction. At the other's slightest shuffling, Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly.

"Kiss," Wei Wuxian demanded.

Lan Wangji leaned in, pressing their lips together as he applied a little pressure around Wei Wuxian's waist, almost as though he were pulling the small male closer to him. This kiss, compared to the ones they had yesterday, was demure by nature. He let his lips just press sweetly against Wei Wuxian's, the connection being the best part of it all. However, Lan Wangji had developed a habit that could not be broken, and despite their gentle kiss, he still couldn't help nipping Wei Wuxian's lower lip when he pulled away.

Lan Wangji didn't want the other to catch a cold by sitting in the water for too long, and after a while, reached for the soap again, "I'll help you." he said, moving Wei Wuxian's hair over his shoulder and then starting to scrub his back.

@Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian swallowed hard, shifting his hand aside a little to reveal the brand mark he had grown to become uneasy looking at. The pain of receiving his own scar carried over from his past life. Receiving something like that would be no stroll in the park in terms of pain, not even for Lan Wangji. Sulkily, Wei Wuxian dropped the topic, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the scar once more. "If you're ever drunk again, make sure I am here."

Pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji's forehead, Wei Wuxian turned obediently, pushing Lan Wangji's legs apart so he could sit between them. The water was still hot and steamy, and now that they'd gotten that other topic out of the way, sort of, Wei Wuxian tried to relax himself against Lan Wangji's chest, leaving no room for any back washing. The warm atmosphere of the tub soothed his sore muscles and made him, frankly, a little drowsy. "Later," he said lazily, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on Lan Wangji's broad shoulder. "Let's just soak for a while. Can we?"

Without disturbing the water too much, Wei Wuxian took Lan Wangji's arms and wrapped them around his waist. Though they were both completely bared to each other now, Wei Wuxian found it comfortable, and not at all awkward or ual. Just as Wei Wuxian was priding himself on such a wholesome and innocent though, he glanced down when he noticed the straining in his nether region. He was already half hard, sitting between Lan Wangji's legs like so, somehow. Not wanting Lan Wangji to think that he was a ual deviant of some kind, Wei Wuxian ignored his , turning his head so his face pressed into the crook of Lan Wangji's neck. "Kiss," he demanded with a murmur, his eyes fluttering close again.

@Wei Wuxian Wei Wuxian's hand on Lan Wangji's was gentle, very soft as he pushed older's hand away from the wound on his neck. Lan Wangji's eyebrows furrowed as Wei Wuxian tried to brush it off. He had repeated similar words to the past, and before, when Lan Wangji was rather annoyed that Wei Wuxian would throw his life away for some people he didn't know, now he knew that this was all in the other's carefree nature. Wei Wuxian didn't like to make a big deal out of little things, and this was probably something he didn't want to pay any mind to. However, Lan Wangji couldn't help but feel concerned. "You are still a man, with or without scars." he replied, holding out the soap for Wei Wuxian to hold. He then began to soap up the other's arms and torso, deciding that he could have the other turn around later to do his back.

Lan Wangji paused in his motions when Wei Wuxian's hand covered the scar on his chest, suddenly asking him, "Tell me. Does this have something to do with me?"

Lan Wangji's hand rested over Wei Wuxian's, shaking his head, "It's nothing...I was drunk." he replied.

Actually, this scar had everything to do with Wei Wuxian, but Lan Wangji was indeed drunk, so he had forgotten the actual process of how he got it. After finding out the death of Wei Wuxian, he had bought his first jar of Emperor's Smile and drank it. Lan Wangji didn't know the details, but rumors had it that when he had returned back home to the Cloud Recesses, his manners and upbringing seemed opposite of his title as Hanguang Jun. He had resigned himself to the Silent Chamber to clean up, as he was not looking orderly and his clothes were covered in dirt. There was also a rumor that the Wen Clan treasury had been opened up, and there were some of the hot iron brands missing. Likewise, Lan Wangji had ended up with the scar on his chest the next morning.

However, since Lan Wangji was not even sure of the details himself, he didn't want to worry Wei Wuxian or make him think this was somehow his fault. "Wei Ying...turn around. I'll wash your back."

@Lan Wangji "Does it hurt?" When Lan Wangji mentioned the mark Jin Guangyao's guqin string left on his neck, he immediately remembered the stinging sensation of it, and the way Lan Wangji left himself defenceless for Wei Wuxian's safety.

Wei Wuxian didn't want to be sentimental or sad right now, even if he did enjoy Lan Wanji treating him like a fragile porcelain vase. He took Lan Wangji's hand, moving it away from his neck. He had taken a look at it in the reflection of a pool in Cloud Recesses earlier, and it wasn't pretty. Between Lan Wangji's love marks, the wound created by Jin Guangyao, and the bruising that resulted from it, it was nearly a black splotch of a mess on his neck.

"It doesn't hurt," Wei Wuxian said smoothly. Of course it would sting, having something so sharp cut through the already thin layer of muscle there, but there was no need for Lan Wangji to worry further. "It's nothing, Lan Zhan! What's a man without a scar or two?" As he said this, he was brought back very suddenly to the Xuanwu Cave when he had said something very similar to Lan Wangji after that Wang Lingjiao had inadvertently branded him when she aimed for the Jin sect girl.

Then Wei Wuxian's gaze fell on the brand mark on Lan Wangji's chest. There was no doubt about it, it was the exact same one he had in his previous life. But why would Lan Wangji have it? Wei Wuxian reached out to lay his hand over Lan Wangji's wrist, stopping him from picking up the soap. Wei Wuxian needed answers, and now that he had Second Young Master Lan trapped (literally) beneath him, he would seize the opportunity by its throat. "Lan Zhan... this scar..." He skimmed over the uneven skin with his fingertips before daringly laying his palm flat over it. It had to be an old scar now, from the way it the colouring was a little light, but the branding was deep and obvious. It would stay for Lan Wangji's life. "Tell me. Does this have something to do with me?"

@Wei Wuxian "Why? If you want to bathe with me, you could just say so now..."

"I-" Lan Wangji took the bait, stopping himself before he actually said anything else. He noticed Wei Wuxian shuffling in the corner of his eye, turning his head slightly. Their tacit understanding really must have been on another level, since Lan Wangji didn't even need to invite the other to join him in the shower, but that was the case right now. He watched as the larger blue robes easily slid off of Wei Wuxian's slender body, the other bounding over to join him.

Lan Wangji didn't have much of a say, suddenly having the water level that was just above his abdomen rise to his chest. His hands naturally rested on Wei Wuxian's hips, looking up as the male joined him. "Wei Ying..." he murmured gently, though delighted that the younger male was so proactive that many of the things Lan Wangji would be too embarrassed to say, never really had to be said.

"To treat your wounds." he replied, referring to the other's question from earlier. "You have a lot of injuries." he stated, regretful that he couldn't prevent them. "Does it hurt?" he asked, voice soft as his eyes traced over the deep red mark from the guqin string. That was the boldest injury on the smaller's body, and it was in such a sensitive, exposed spot. Lan Wangji couldn't bear to see that leaving a scar. After bathing, he would most definitely head to the Hidden Library Chamber to look through the medical books. Perhaps there would be a treatment available.

Seeing how Wei Wuxian was getting mischevous again, Lan Wangji sighed softly and reached for the soap, "Wei Ying, I'll help you wash."

@Lan Wangji Though Lan Wangji said little about what happened during his conversation with his uncle, Wei Wuxian picked up on the slight edge in the tone of Lan Wangji's curt reply. Wei Wuxian wilted a little on the bed, rolling onto his stomach to think. Of course, he should not have expected any less, though. In no lifetime would Lan Qiren ever /welcome/ Wei Wuxian at Cloud Recesses, even way before he became known as the Yiling Patriarch. He sighed, kicking his legs up in the air behind him as he watched Lan Wangji prepare for his bath.

"Cold spring?" Wei Wuxian repeated with a drawl, resting his chin on the heel of his palm, forgetful of the healing powers of the spring. It was just a romantic little suggestion to him, like a little outing, but Wei Wuxian was sure Lan Wangji had better things to do. "Why? If you want to bathe with me, you could just say so now..."

With a grunt, Wei Wuxian pushed himself off the bed, undoing the blue sash that cinched around his waist. His robes, undershirt, pants, all fell to the ground on his short path towards the bathtub situated in the opposite corner of the room. The area was sectioned off by wooden room dividers standing adjacent to each other, but Wei Wuxian was sure Lan Wangji had a good view of him throwing off his clothes languidly as he approached.

Without waiting for Lan Wangji to formally invite him in, Wei Wuxian swung one leg, then the other into the tub, resting with his legs parted and straddling Lan Wangji's bare waist. "Well, would you look at this, Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian murmured, sinking lower into the tub so the water rose to his chest. "Does this help your memory?"

@Wei Wuxian "Wangji understands. I will make sure Wei Ying does not break the rules." Lan Wangji replied, bowing respectfully to his Uncle before turning around, one arm behind his back, the other arm to his side and holding Bichen, and heading out.

Upon returning to the Silent Chamber, Wei Wuxian's smiling face seemed to remove all of the pressure that Lan Wangji felt building inside him. His Uncle used to speak to him with concern in his voice, but Lan Wangji thought his voice now was reminiscent of the scolding tone his Uncle used with other disciples. Sighing softly, he went over to where the smaller male was, placing Bichen down on the table, "Uncle is well. He knows you will be staying." he replied.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lan Wangji noticed thaf Wei Wuxian had drawn a hot bath for him. Though he was used to showering a little later in the evening, Lan Wangji didn't want the water to get cold, lest it made Wei Wuxian's effort go to waste. "Much thanks." he murmured to the smaller male, heading over to the corner of the room, undoing the sash around his waist.

"Wei Ying. Tomorrow, we will go to the cold spring." he said, turning his head to an angle as he removed his robes, folding them neatly and placing them on the little stool in the corner, his forehead ribbon coming off soon after. He had said this because he wanted to bring the smaller male there to tend to his wounds. Wei Wuxian's body was much weaker now than sixteen years ago, and Lan Wangji knew that soaking in the cold spring would have immense effects.

Carefully, he submersed himself in the tub. Though the thought of inviting Wei Wuxian to join him did come to mind, Lan Wangji was hesitant and instead kept silent.

@Lan Wangji "Wei Ying, you should rest more."

Wei Wuxian watched Lan Xichen leave, a forbidding feeling of dread filling him, though he was not sure why. Maybe because Lan Wangji's happiness was tied strongly to his family's wellbeing, and Wei Wuxian could not stand if Lan Wangji were ever to be unhappy again. "I have rested enough," he said distractedly, hugging Lan Wangji's arm to his chest. He didn't press when Lan Wangji insisted it was nothing, knowing the older would never reveal anything he didn't want to. All Lan Wangji had to know was that Wei Wuxian was there for him this time. "Breakfast would be nice. I'm starving," was all Wei Wuxian said, even if it was not for the very vegetarian diet served in Cloud Recesses.

He was sure Lan Wangji was going to be busy upon their return to Cloud Recesses, having been gone for a while and with Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen nowhere to be seen. Still, that did not hinder Wei Wuxian from acting weak and helpless every time he sensed that Lan Wangji might go off to tend to his responsibilities. They spent the lazy day together, but when the sun set over the mountain, Lan Qiren returned, so Wei Wuxian retreated to the Silent Chamber while Lan Wangji went to welcome his uncle home. Wei Wuxian sensed the confrontation would not go down well if the first thing Lan Qiren saw when he returned was Wei Wuxian.

Lan Qiren studied his younger nephew carefully. Still, after all these years, he never knew what the boy was thinking. Ever since he was very small, when he just started his studies, Lan Wangji had always been the perfect disciple any clan leader, especially GusuLan's, would ask for. The child followed the rules blindly, was obedient to every elder and gentle to everyone he met, no matter who, with the exception of Wei Wuxian at first. Lan Qiren had been extremely glad to see Lan Wangji develop what seemed to be dislike for the unruly YunmengJiang disciple at first, but what changed? Now Lan Wangji was uncontrollable and always talked back to him. Lan Qiren sighed, unable to the sight of Lan Wangji any longer. There would be no point in arguing any further. "Do as you wish," he forced out, straightening himself out. "You will be responsible for that... that Wei Wuxian. He /will/ abide to the rules of Cloud Recesses if he wishes to stay. I will not be making exceptions for your... /guests/. You are dismissed."

Wei Wuxian decided to prepare a nice, hot bath for Lan Wangji while he waited for the other to return, partly because he wanted to see Lan Wangji strip, and partly because he found nothing else to do in the chamber. It worried him. At first, he had been excited to return with Lan Wangji, but now that he had spent a day at Cloud Recesses, it realized it was just as boring as he remembered it to be. He recalled the relief he felt when Uncle Jiang arrived to take him home after his fight with Jin Zixuan, and a terrible gnawing feeling ignited in his chest. Maybe Wei Wuxian wasn't meant to be tied down after all.

The opening of the door took Wei Wuxian out of his thoughts, and he smiled almost reflexively. "Lan Zhan! How did is your uncle? Is he doing well? Is he well after you told him I'm here...?"

@Wei Wuxian It did not occur to Lan Wangji that his forehead ribbon had been put back into place until he was talking with his elder brother. He had reached up to cover his forehead when he realized he forgot to take it back last night, but much to his surprise, it was already secured back in place. Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji thought. The younger was quite attentive.

When he had finished talking with the elder Lan, Lan Wangji respectfully bowed his head, silently hoping that his elder brother would be able to endure this period in his life. Lan Wangji understood how he was feeling right now, so no words of persuasion would work.

Turning his head slightly upon Wei Wuxian's arrival, Lan Wangji looked at the smaller male, dressed in his robes and pressing against his body. "Wei Ying, you should rest more." he encouraged. Lan Wangji would not break the sleeping rules for himself but for Wei Wuxian, exceptions should be made, especially considering how much the male had been through, "En." he replied, "Elder brother needs some time." he said, but giving a single shake of his head, continued, "Nothing's wrong. Let's eat breakfast."

Later that evening, when the sun was already on its way down, Lan Qiren returned home. He had come back unaware of the few changes that occured, which was Lan Wangji's duty to catch him up. All was well, his Uncle understood his oldest nephew's need for self-reflection, and went smoothly until Lan Wangji said, "Wei Ying, will stay with me in Cloud Recesses."

"What!?" his Uncle exclaimed, immediately following that up with a few coughs. "Wangji, have you not learned from your past mistakes?"

"Wangji knows he was wrong."

"And you still don't regret it!?"

"Wangji has no regrets."

His Uncle had eventually resigned to that last piece of information, only ending with a reminder that Wei Wuxian was no an example to the younger disciples and should carry himself about so. As for the upcoming year's study, Lan Qiren had initally intended to hand some classes down to Lan Xichen because his old age made it difficult to talk for long periods of time. Since Lan Wangji was temporarily taking his brother's place, that responsibility would be his.

@Lan Wangji So this was either a forbidden Gusu song of some type or Lan Wangji actually had no names for it. Wei Wuxian figured any restricted Gusu music might be dangerous, and the only thing dangerous about this piece was how addicting the melody was. Therefore, that meant Lan Wangji himself didn't know what it was called. "I will," Wei Wuxian said in response to the other, leering with suspicion. He winced when Lil Apple decided to walk overtop a large rock instead of around it, the hard saddle pressing into his tender bottom. Wei Wuxian tried to say his next words as casually as he could, despite the blush dusting his cheeks. "I love you too, but I think I will make up a name for it, then. What do you think of... 'Wuxian and Wangji destroy the Fake Xuanwu'? Or...! Or..."

And so that was how a good portion of their journey went. Wei Wuxian felt that he was not even tired by the time night fell and they arrived at the Cloud Recesses. However, there was no way he would be protesting when Lan Wangji scooped him up like he weighed nothing. Thankful for the cover of darkness and the absence of Lan Qiren, Wei Wuxian kicked his legs gleefully and leaned in to pepper kisses all over the side of Lan Wangji's face and neck as they made their way back to the Silent Chamber.

That night, Wei Wuxian slept exceptionally well, though he claimed he wasn't tired at all and tried to get Lan Wangji to stay up with him. Lan Wangji slept in his typical position on his back, but that did not stop Wei Wuxian form bothering him, lying on top and crawling all over the older before he settled for the night. When he figured Lan Wangji had fallen asleep, Wei Wuxian unwound the ribbon from around his wrist. It was still shiny as ever despite Wei Wuxian gripping onto it all day, but knowing Lan Wangji and Gusu's fancy for cleanliness, Wei Wuxian slipped out of bed to give it a quick wash. He was more careful than he'd ever been in his entire life, not wanting to tear the band in half or anything and have Wangji wake in a wrath.

By the time he returned to Lan Wangji's side, the night was probably half over. He laid the damp ribbon out on the bed beside Lan Wangji's head to dry, crawled into bed, and promptly fell asleep with his head on Lan Wangji's chest.

When Wei Wuxian woke in the morning, Lan Wangji was gone, and so was his forehead ribbon. Based on how intense the sunlight was, it was nearing noon. Wei Wuxian did not bother to change out of Lan Wangji's robes, only washing up quickly and retying his hair. He found Lan Wangji not far from the Silent Chamber, engaged in a quiet but serious looking conversation with his older brother. Wei Wuxian hung back, but he still managed to pick up on tidbits of their conversation.

"Thank you, Wangji," Xichen said quietly. He looked like death, Wei Wuxian noted. "Do not feel pressured. Uncle and the elders will guide you if you need." With that, he turned and headed in the opposite direction of the Silent Chamber.

Wei Wuxian approached Lan Wangji from behind, placing a gentle hand on the other man's elbow to announce his presence. "Zewu Jun just got back?" he asked, sticking close to Lan Wangji when he saw that there were no disciples wandering around at this time. He noted the way Lan Wangji's face was closed off - well, it always looked like that, but Wei Wuxian was getting better at figuring out Lan Wangji's emotions through his eyes. "Lan Zhan, is something wrong?"

@Wei Wuxian As they continued their walk back, Lan Wangji didn't feel like there was much difference between the relationship between Wei Wuxian and himself now. It was very...normal. Wei Wuxian had continued to , and he was more than happy to continue pampering the younger. When Wei Wuxian was complaining about not knowing the song name again, Lan Wangji, who was walking slightly in front of him again, had a small smile on his face. If Wei Wuxian was going to be thinking about that every day, it would keep his mind off other things, something that Lan Wangji couldn't mind. "Think about it yourself." he said, his unemotional voice returning to the stage. He had definitely told Wei Wuxian the name before, but Lan Wangji blamed Wei Wuxian's bad memory. He figured that if the smaller was able to remember where the song originated from, the name would come to him again too. Besides the name, /Wangxian/ was not something Lan Wangji would say out so freely.

"Wei Ying, I love you."

When they arrived back in the Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji found that his elder brother had yet to return. His Uncle was away meeting with some other smaller sects, probably arranging for the annual study and who would be accomodated. Lan Wangji had brought Wei Wuxian directly back to his Silent Chamber. The younger male was injured already from multiple days of fighting and adding to their excursion, Lan Wangji knew Wei Wuxian was exhausted.

Tenderly, he had drawn a bath for Wei Wuxian himself, helping to bathe the smaller male without the pink on his ears anymore. Since Wei Wuxian was his person now, Lan Wangji had no qualms about caring for the smaller to the smallest detail. Once cleaned, he had redressed Wei Wuxian in one of his white robes again, carrying the male princess style to the bed, placing him down gently. Once Lan Wangji had finished cleaning and washing himself, he naturally went to join Wei Wuxian in bed.

Lan Xichen had returned the next morning, the fatigue and loss of vitality lost on his face. "Wangji...I think I need some time..." he had said to his younger brother in a dazed manner. Lan Wangji understood his brother very well. He would talk to their Uncle when he returned. And until Lan Xichen felt like he could face the world again, Lan Wangji would assume his responsibilities.

@Lan Wangji It was an odd sensation, to feel Lan Wanji emptying inside of him like that. Wei Wuxian was hot and cold and tired all the at the same time, but he was /happy/. Content, satiated, /loved/. Now that exhaustion was hitting him hard, Wei Wuxian couldn't find it in his to talk anymore. He was happy to lie beneath Lan Wangji, admiring how the light hit him from behind and created a glowing effect on the other, as if he'd descended from the Heavens.

"Wei Ying, are you okay?"

Wei Wuxian blinked the haziness out of his eyes, tearing himself out of his reverie and looking up at Lan Wangji with a dazed expression, his red lips parted in confusion. "I am fine," he murmured after a beat of silence he took to compose himself. He winced when Lan Wangji slid out of him, the motion a little too sudden for his liking. As he came down from his high, Wei Wuxian realized the dew drops on the grasses around them had nearly all evaporated. He let his legs flop limply onto the grass, shivering when Lan Wangji's warmth left him. Now that he wasn't moving, and Lan Wangji wasn't ing him either, the soreness that was settling in was much more obvious. Wei Wuxian sniffled, his exhale shaky. He was usually dirty or messy anyway, but the sticky feeling spread all over his lower half was more unpleasant than anything he'd felt.

Lan Wangji made it better. The other man was gentle as he pulled Wei Wuxian onto his lap. Wei Wuxian hugged Lan Wangji immediately, the clenching his hand tightly around the forehead ribbon wrapped around his palm and wrist. It belonged to him now, he thought. Even if Lan Wangji begged for it back, he wasn't getting it. Resting the side of his face against Lan Wangji's shoulder, Wei Wuxian closed his eyes with a sigh of content, humming in response to something about his hair. The way Lan Wangji gathered it with so much tenderness brought heat to Wei Wuxian's eyes again, but he kept them closed, enjoying Lan Wangji's methodological hair tying.

"Let's go home," Wuxian heard Lan Wangji say quietly.

Home. There was that word again. "Okay," Wei Wuxian said agreeably. The want to explore the world and what it had to offer was not longer there - or rather, it was just put off for now. He's already had enough adventure to last a lifetime, but not enough time with Wangji yet.

Once they were back on the road and Wei Wuxian's drowsiness was beginning to clear up and the pain had ebbed enough, Wei Wuxian found himself in good spirits. He played the tune Lan Wangji sang for him in the Xuanwu Cave, back at it with incessant questions. "Lan Zhan, aren't you going to tell me what's the name? I'm dying from curiosity, you know? Each day that passes where I don't know anything about the song, the more anxious I get. I can't stop thinking about it, even when you were doing me back there," he announced loudly, looking around for any travellers along the same path he could embarrass Lan Wangji with. "I thought you loved me. Did I assume wrong? Is it only me who loves you?"

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji suddenly felt something warm on his chest, just splattered without any warning. He looked down, seeing a white liquid, tracing its origins back to Wei Wuxian's own shaft, seeing was angry and red, finally releasing all the stress pent up inside. That sight, along with Wei Wuxian's quaking body and his death grip on Lan Wangji's arms finally sent him over his edge too. Just barely managing an "En." in response to Wei Wuxian's question, Lan Wangji soon shot his load inside the abused entrance, filling it to the brim.

He was panting, giving a few last s to empty himself before pulling his hot length out of the small hole. In it's wake, some of his release may have leaked out of Wei Wuxian's ring of muscles, but Lan Wangji wasn't concerned with that, instead leaning down to Wei Wuxian softly, his fingers moving the strands of hair plastered to the smaller's face out of his eyes. "Wei Ying." he tenderly called the other's name, his sense seeming to have restored itself, "Are you okay?" he asked.

Lan Wangji didn't move for a while, just lost in the beauty that was Wei Wuxian. Even in such a state, Wei Wuxian had a charm that kept Lan Wangji's eyes on him. Once they had both calmed down, Lan Wangji carefully helped the other up, letting Wei Wuxian sit in his lap instead of the hard ground. He didn't even ask if the younger wanted to, instead just collecting Wei Wuxian into his arms and placing him however he wanted to. With that, he reached for the red hair tie on the ground, wrapping it around his wrist, "I'll help you (tie your hair)." he said, collecting a handful of Wei Wuxian's thick, black hair parting it and tying half of it up as the other usually did. Lan Wangji was careful to not tug on the other's hair, doing a simple knot with the red ribbon once he had adjusted the hairstyle.

Even though his forehead ribbon was still around Wei Wuxian's other wrist, Lan Wangji didn't ask for it back. He would ask for it later, when they got closer to a town or village, somewhere that people resided. He remembered the teachings of their sect founder, Lan An, who taught that it was okay to put one's hair down and not wear their forehead ribbon around their "destined partner". Now that Lan Wangji had found his, there was no need to be so uptight about the sacred forehead ribbon of his. "Wei Ying...let's go home." he finally murmured.

Knowing the amount of pain Wei Wuxian had just been put through, Lan Wangji naturally did not let the other's feet touch the ground. After fixing their clothing and tying the sashes back on, Lan Wangji dusted them off, then grabbed Bichen and Chenqing, letting Wei Wuxian hold onto them first. From his spot, he collected Wei Wuxian into his arms, supporting the other's back with one arm while his other arm was hooked under Wei Wuxian's knees.

L'il Apple was a short distance away, the donkey having dozed off after eating a sumptuous meal. Lan Wangji carefully placed Wei Wuxian on the steed, letting him sit with both legs swung to a side, as maidens sat, preferring that the smaller didn't have to spread his legs in case he felt too sore. Once they got back to Gusu, which should be doable by the end of the night, Lan Wangji would be more than happy to help Wei Wuxian draw a bath and help him to bed. With L'il Apple's reins in his hand again, he gave the donkey a small tug, starting for the rest of the way home.

@Lan Wangji "How about four days! Every four days, Lan Zhan! Or three, I could do three, but give me a break, please-"

"Everyday means everyday."

Wei Wuxian had to give up at this point.

The smaller male was limp as a doll at this point, after such an extended period of being ravaged by Lan Wangji. He managed to get his other leg off Lan Wangji's shoulder so the pressure on his back and neck was not so great, but the focus was on the way Lan Wangji was sliding in and out of him with a sense of franticness now. Wei Wuxian grasped at the other man, pulling him close enough so their chests touched.

Wei Wuxian's release felt like a tightly coiled spring releasing with enough force to have him seeing stars. All noise around him cut, and for a moment, he could only hear the ringing in his ears before he registered his guttural and crying. His legs jerked against his wishes, toes curling as white, hot smeared his and Lan Wangji's abdomens. It was embarrassing, Wei Wuxian quickly discovered, to be seen in such a vulnerable state. His hair had fallen out of its tie and little strands stuck to his sweat-drenched face and neck. He was flushed pink all over, chest heaving, body nearly convulsing from the overstimulation as Lan Wangji continued to into him. Yet Lan Wangji still looked every bit like a perfect piece of jade above him. It just wasn't fair.

"Lan Zhan," he mewled, exhaling roughly. His hands found Lan Wangji's forearms, and he wrapped his fingers around them, feeling the way the muscles in his arm were so taut, hanging on for dear life. "Lan Er, are you almost done-? I'm- It hurts!

@Wei Wuxian By now, not only was Wei Wuxian close, but Lan Wangji was too. The bigger male's movements were getting to be more and more forceful, borderline overpowering for the exhausted male underneath him.

"You've never turned me down before." Wei Wuxian whined pitifully, almost as though he was feeling wronged by Lan Wangji.

It was quite true though, that Lan Wangji was apt to attend to any and all of Wei Wuxian's requests, no matter when and where, just as long as he was able to. The smaller male was probably used to it by now, which Lan Wangji would be glad if he was, so the first refusal he got must have been somewhat hard to accept as reality.

Lan Wangji disregarded Wei Wuxian's attempt to bargain for less days, or change up the schedule to fewer days. This was rather amusing to the bigger male and a small smile appeared on his lips. It was partially apologetic, but partially not too. The other part that was not...maybe indicated a feeling of dominance? Or satisfaction? Whatever it was, that smile was accompanied by Lan Wangji's very decisive voice, "Everyday means everyday."

Of course he didn't forget to couple that with another strong of his pelvis.

@Lan Wangji It was a ridiculous sight, and probably not romantic at all in anyone's books, but Wei Wuxian couldn't help but do the exact opposite of whatever Lan Wangji asked of him. "I have a mouth, and what's a mouth for it not talking?" he retorted impertinently before wincing as he was hit with a sharp snap of Lan Wangji's hips. "Ah, gentle! It hurts- ah..."

Weakly, he pulled his robes to the side, giving Lan Wangji access to his pale, untouched chest. The drag of Lan Wangji's lips over the perfect and unmarked skin was soothing, to say the least. Feeling hot and cold all over, Wei Wuxian made a strangled noise whenever the tip of Lan Wangji's length hit a particular spot rather hard. His opened his eyes only to have them nearly roll to the back in immense pleasure. He was so close, /so/ very close.

When Lan Wangji denied Wei Wuxian's request so abruptly, the latter felt himself wilt and his heart shatter (rather dramatically). "How could you say that?" he sobbed as pitifully as he could, his voice breaking with every hard . The rim of his hole was surely rubbed red and raw by now, yet Lan Wangji was so merciless. "You've never turned me down before."

@Wei Wuxian Lan Wangji never thought there would be a day that he'd be the source for Wei Wuxian's tears. The small male was obviously overwhelmed by the sensations washing over him, but he kept talking, such that Lan Wangji didn't even feel like it was appropriate to stop.

"If you really want to stop...stop talking." Lan Wangji groaned again, his stomach also feeling tight and a sensitive feeling building in his very core. Lan Wangji didn't really understand what was happening, but he blamed it all on Wei Wuxian - everything from his looks to his body to his scandalous words.

In an attempt to comfort the disheveled male, Lan Wangji pressed his lips to Wei Wuxian's closed eyelids, then littering kisses along the other's face. Once he had given a substantial amount, he introduced his lips to Wei Wuxian's exposed chest. He hadn't given this area any attention before. Curious. He didn't use his teeth anymore, really trying his best to ease Wei Wuxian's discomfort.

"When I said I wanted to- ah- sleep with you everyday, can you forget about it?"

Lan Wangji had been in the middle of a when Wei Wuxian said that. Without even pausing to consider the other's request, he denied outrightedly, "No." and completed the , plunging deep inside Wei Wuxian's abused and puckering hole.