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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

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Comments

[weiyingdown]

[wraps an arm in his to guide him over to sit, drinking in his reaction with a smile]

I wanted to try something different to see how you like it. Besides, it's easy to make!

[one_note]

[draws him in as they settle at the table, before they touch the food, for a proper kiss]

[weiyingdown]

[leans into it, satisfaction settling inside of him with Lan Wangji's response, more filling than any meal. he still smells faintly of warm cinnamon]

Should I cook for you more often if I'm going to be rewarded like this?

[one_note]

[wraps his arms around him, breathes him in, indulgent of them both]

I like it.

[weiyingdown]

[snuggles into him, all but crawling onto his lap]

Hmm. I'll consider it. We can make dinner together, how's that?

[one_note]

Yes.

[...actually he does just settle Wei Wuxian in his lap. why not]

[weiyingdown]

Don't expect something this nice every time.

[...gets comfortable. he won't complain! picks up a morsel of food with Lan Wangji's chopsticks and leans enough to press it to Lan Wangji's mouth]

[one_note]

It is from Wei Ying.

[...stops talking to nip the morsel out of Wei Wuxian's chopsticks, cat-neat, and then picks up his own to return the favor]

[weiyingdown]

[accepts it with all teeth, half a smile as he swallows it in a single bite and licks his lips]

So you'd like it no matter what? At least praise my skills a little.

[one_note]

[hums at him, in a decorously playful way -- no talking while eating. the corners of his mouth are tilted up.]

[weiyingdown]

Hmm? What was that? I couldn't quite hear your words of praise.

[attempts to stick another bite of food into Lan Wangji's mouth before he can say anything anyway]

[one_note]

Hmmm.

[accepts this one as well, and lifts a second morsel to Wei Wuxian's mouth with equal decorum, his eyes sliding down to Wei Wuxian's lips]

[weiyingdown]

[they're glistening from when he licked them still; he keeps his eyes on Lan Wangji's face, amused as he eats the next bite]

Hmmmmmmmmmm~?

[one_note]

[leans in and nips

his

nose.]

[weiyingdown]

You--!

[laughs as he wobbles backwards and then forward to nip at his nose in turn]

[one_note]

Hm.

[allows him to do it, then gathers him in smugly, putting his chin over Wei Wuxian's head

(he loves him, he loves him)]

[weiyingdown]

[pushes up and noogies his chin before giving up any pretense of protest and snuggling comfortably, chopsticks clattering back onto the table

he adores him, could sit with him like this for hours and not even notice the time pass]

Lan Zhan, I think you've forgotten your table manners.

[one_note]

[sets his empty bowl down with a decided clink before answering, because he is still very stuffy]

Have not.

[weiyingdown]

You have! You can't let any food go to waste. You have to make sure all of it is eaten.

[one_note]

Will do so.

[presses a kiss to the top of his head first, though]

Wei Ying cooked well.

[weiyingdown]

[beams and plucks his chopsticks up again]

Your praise means more than a full stomach!

[one_note]

Wei Ying should still eat.

[fuss fuss fuss]

[weiyingdown]

I'll eat as well, no need to worry. I made plenty of things to my taste too.

[case and point, he plucks some extremely red side dishes from a bowl]

[one_note]

[he feels Lan Wangji's quiet pleasure at seeing him enjoy himself...]

Good.

[and picks up his bowl and chopsticks again too, signaling an end to the brief conversational breather for a while]

[weiyingdown]

[relishes his food, his company, and the sunlight through the windows in surprising quiet. it feels like home; he wants to bottle up the emotion like a secret to be kept safe and hidden in his heart, one that he has no chance of ever forgetting]