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[one_note]

That was. Less.

[at the tournament he'd still been struggling to put a name to those desires and what he wished to do about them, though he'd certainly been furious with emotion over it, out of control under the false calm veneer of his own skin.

in the rush of the indoctrination camp and the Xuanwu, there hadn't been much time for contemplating wants. the stress and anxiety of Gusu burning and Xichen missing and his father wounded had been heavy on his mind. he does not remember fantasizing about Wei Wuxian in his bed then so much as he remembers the fury of trying to do what he could for him, even as it was returned, or the bittersweet repetition in his head as he'd pulled Wei Wuxian out from the Xuanwu's teeth and held him through his fever when he'd grown delirious: not him. not him too.

still, it hadn't been without its moments of baffled wanting outrage.]

You are the one who teased.

[untamedhero]

[... touche.]

Ah... see, that's the fairest point you've made here about it. Of course you'd contemplate things when someone's teasing you like that.

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[they're at the wrong angle for eye contact just now, but possibly Wei Wuxian can feel the level stare angled at him anyway]

"Of course."

[untamedhero]

I just inspire that sort of response, don't I?

Are you contemplating something now, Hangaung-Jun?

[one_note]

[makes a very faint aggrieved noise]

You thought I liked Luo Qingyang.

[untamedhero]

... who?

[he never did get her name]

[one_note]

[does not thunk his face directly into Wei Wuxian's shoulder, but is sorely tempted]

"How endless your longing for the distant road."

[untamedhero]

Ohhh, Mianmian!

She was really cute! It's perfectly understandable for me to think that, isn't it?

[one_note]

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No.

[untamedhero]

No?

But it was thanks to her herb pouch that your leg was saved, wasn't it? Don't be so harsh about her.

[one_note]

[huffs, sharp and hot against his neck]

Do not tease more.

[untamedhero]

Hanguang-Jun, if you say it like that, of course I'll want to.

[unless he's very serious about it. but that particular command just hits his mischief button so much.]

[one_note]

[closes his eyes...]

Perhaps later.

[usually he welcomes that wonderful aggravating teasing, and this certainly merits it, but they also arrived at this topic from talk of his family, and the Mianmian drama was against a backdrop of more of that, and he feels wrung.]

[untamedhero]

[he thought as much, but still had to say something.]

All right, later then. This is still fine?

[one_note]

[very soft, into his hair]

Still fine.

[untamedhero]

Okay.

[gonna bring up their hands so he can place a light kiss on Lan Wangji's, almost as if in apology for the teasing.]

[one_note]

[another low, quiet breath out. a little of the tension goes out of him.]

[untamedhero]

You really could use some pampering, you know.

[one_note]

Hm.

[this is not an unfamiliar sentiment to him here, but it's not like he's great at it on his own]

[untamedhero]

A massage, maybe. You're still pretty tense.

[one_note]

[another low murmur]

Trying to help.

[untamedhero]

Helping you helps me. You've done a lot today, so it's okay to take it easy.

[one_note]

"Helping you helps me."

[that feels important to say back...

it's not a disagreement, though.]

[untamedhero]

[hands being held against his chest now, acknowledging that.]

Is there something else you want to help with just now?

Because, you have helped quite a bit already.

[one_note]

[there's another soft pause. ah, he thinks. if he postpones revealing this one longer, it will be cowardice and not prudence.]

Need you to watch me.