[it's warm and dark and close in Lan Wangji's shoulder. his robes smell like sandalwood. they're surrounded by the rustle of leaves, by cool night air. this is not bad.]
[he hasn't really done too much outside the box recently, except for that game, and he's already addressed two of those fears. he'd probably say there wasn't anything if he wasn't trying extra hard for Lan Wangji's sake.]
... this close to an edge... hold onto me?
[he's not really worried about falling or anything like that, but there is a real want and need to hold onto and be held onto. and even asking that much feels like a lot.]
[such a small thing but in fact it has him curling into the hold, feeling both secure and content. Lan Wangji can probably feel the smile against the skin at his neck.]
[sometimes he has to think about what he would have done if he'd known this trick of reading into Lan Wangji via his heartrate and can only conclude that he would have been obliviously merciless.
as it is, his own heart races to catch up while also biting at his own lip a little too hard as he fights back a grin.]
[his earlier request be damned, it is absolutely just taking a second tease from Wei Wuxian to shift him from 'emotionally tired' to 'emotionally tired but also ready to pin him down and see how far past first base they can get without falling off the island']
I guess you have me right where you want me, then.
[held tightly to him, with now feather light kisses being places against his throat while a hand tries to see if it can't pull one of Lan Wangji's toward his chest, lower.]
[Wei Wuxian feels his throat work as he swallows, as he tips his head back under the attention. it's easy, easy to move his hand; he's following his lead, and does ask:]
And am I where you want?
[it's . . . a little bit an innuendo, even with how serious he always sounds]
[he laughs, somehow both low and bright with genuine amusement.]
You're getting warmer.
[he shifts in Land Wangji's lap, partly so he can punctuate that innuendo and partly so he can part his legs enough as he direct that hand to his crotch.]
[inhales, deep and audible, feeling the familiar shape of him under his palm, his fingers. doesn't even try to undo his pants, just shifts the heel of his hand against him, a slow delicious pressure]
[just feeling the heat of his palm against him was enough to bring out a deliberate noise of pleasure. the added pressure has him gasping, rocking his hips along with the movement, his hardening length already feeling the restriction of his pants.]
Warmer...
[the word's mostly air, the teasing tone still present even as he tilts his head to nips lightly at Lan Wangji's jawline.]
[as though in revenge, he doesn't take the hint immediately this time; he's letting Wei Wuxian kiss and nip his neck and squirm as he likes, but he's also quietly lingering with his hand pressed between Wei Wuxian's legs, the friction and pressure of the cloth growing as he teases and strokes and rubs at him through his pants]
[how could it be, the consequences of his own actions! but of course he whines as if in disbelief that such a thing could be done to him as he pulls on the cloth of Lan Wangji's sleeve. the squirming only intensifies as he tries to position himself so he can both keep moving into those touches and relieve some of the growing discomfort of confinement.]
[tilts his head to bite at his ear, a sharp pleasant sting, as he finally, finally has mercy and starts to loosen Wei Wuxian's pants. he's not at all unaffected by this, his hips and slowly-hardening cock pressing up against Wei Wuxian's weight from behind, but he's not rushing, either.]
[jerks a bit at the bite but doesn't pull away so much as tilts his head invitingly. a sigh of relief mixes with a moan as he shifts against the hardness behind him and his own erection is freed.]
Not really my strongest virtue...
[but he works to adjust to the speed Lan Wangji's taking things, even though it only seems to heighten his want for more.]
[curls his hand around his cock properly, fingers hot and rough on that sensitive skin, working any slickness from the tip down to ease the friction. he's grinding up into Wei Wuxian just a bit as he jerks him off and works on marking his throat up again, like he's irritated at any previous marks having healed, but he's also wound around him, secure. no danger of falling, even like this]
[his breath catches as he moves along with the strokes, against the grinding. lifts his hand from Lan Wangji's sleeve to reach back to grab hold of his head as if trying to embrace him from behind, fingers tangling in hair more likely than not.]
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I know. I'm glad you told me.
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Do you...need help?
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... this close to an edge... hold onto me?
[he's not really worried about falling or anything like that, but there is a real want and need to hold onto and be held onto. and even asking that much feels like a lot.]
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[he's taken seriously. the grip around him goes iron-tight; he's pulled closer in against Lan Wangji's chest, solid and steadying.]
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Mm, like that.
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[a promise.]
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instead, he's placing a soft kiss against that skin.]
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as it is, his own heart races to catch up while also biting at his own lip a little too hard as he fights back a grin.]
You're so easy to rile up, Er-gege.
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Shameless.
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And yet nothing to be done about it~
[because he's just gonna kiss Lan Wangji's neck again. because it's literally right there.]
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No?
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Unless Er-gege has some ideas in mind, but I always intend to be shameless. You'll have to work hard to have it otherwise.
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I like it.
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I guess you have me right where you want me, then.
[held tightly to him, with now feather light kisses being places against his throat while a hand tries to see if it can't pull one of Lan Wangji's toward his chest, lower.]
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And am I where you want?
[it's . . . a little bit an innuendo, even with how serious he always sounds]
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You're getting warmer.
[he shifts in Land Wangji's lap, partly so he can punctuate that innuendo and partly so he can part his legs enough as he direct that hand to his crotch.]
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Warmer...
[the word's mostly air, the teasing tone still present even as he tilts his head to nips lightly at Lan Wangji's jawline.]
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[as though in revenge, he doesn't take the hint immediately this time; he's letting Wei Wuxian kiss and nip his neck and squirm as he likes, but he's also quietly lingering with his hand pressed between Wei Wuxian's legs, the friction and pressure of the cloth growing as he teases and strokes and rubs at him through his pants]
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Er-gege...! That's not getting any warmer!
[he says with a flushed and heated face.]
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[tilts his head to bite at his ear, a sharp pleasant sting, as he finally, finally has mercy and starts to loosen Wei Wuxian's pants. he's not at all unaffected by this, his hips and slowly-hardening cock pressing up against Wei Wuxian's weight from behind, but he's not rushing, either.]
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Not really my strongest virtue...
[but he works to adjust to the speed Lan Wangji's taking things, even though it only seems to heighten his want for more.]
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Warmer, now?
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Mm--near Hanguang-Jun... is always warmest.
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