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[weiyingdown]

[his heart doesn't stop pounding, but his breathing eases to something close to normal the longer they lie there. when he comes back to himself he gives his hair soft kisses]

I take it that wasn't bad?

[one_note]

[there are warm fingers against his cheek]

Wonderful.

[weiyingdown]

[leans into them briefly before tipping his head to kiss them, one by one]

I didn't think you'd prefer it...like this. Even though you quite liked it when I had a tail.

I want to know all those things about you. What you like, what you don't. Anything you're willing to give me.

[one_note]

[shivers, faintly, when he's kissed]

Like everything. With you.

[weiyingdown]

Do you? Because I have plenty more things we can do.

[one_note]

[hoarse with want, for all that they're both currently prone and tired]

Yes.

[weiyingdown]

In a little while, then.

[he remembers it being a different kind of exhausting, being stretched open and filled up. he glances down to where they're still very connected, hesitant]

Should I...?

[one_note]

Mm. No hurry.

[he likes it but he does not have quite Wei Wuxian's kink about it]

[weiyingdown]

[no one does, probably. he stops carding his fingers through Lan Wangji's hair in order to leverage himself against the bed and slowly pull out, mindful to minimize any sensitivity he might feel. and then promptly pulls some blankets over them and goes back to cuddling despite all of the mess]

If there's no hurry then we can stay like this longer.

[one_note]

[he's sore, aching, but in a deeply good way; he'd wanted to give him something important that they'd both remember, not just keep taking. turns more onto his side so they can gather each other in comfortably, warm and sticky]

...

Good, for you?

[weiyingdown]

[resumes brushing his fingers through his hair]

It feels unfair to ask that kind of question when my answer is so obvious. Of course it was amazing! I like being able to feel you like this.

I was worried for your poor bottom, but you reap what you sow. I won't feel bad no matter how sore it is later.

[one_note]

I like it.

[ghosts a kiss over his cheek, his forehead, voice a low hum between them]

Have not tried before, in memory. Wished to, with you.

[weiyingdown]

[it sends a strange wave of smug giddiness washing through him to think that, at least in this, he was Lan Wangji's first. he didn't think it would mean much until faced with the reality of being his first; now he's hungry for more of them]

Try whatever you like with me. I'll do all of it!

[one_note]

Shameless.

[there's no bite in it; his eyes are lidded almost shut, the set of his neutral expression oddly soft, their bodies tangled together]

[weiyingdown]

Don't you like that about me?

[lets his voice go softer, so it's no more than a murmur as he flutters kisses over whatever bit of skin his lips can find]

It's frustrating to think that I can't find the right words to say when they're needed. But if I can show you what you mean to me like this then I'm happy. It's a place to start until I can find those words.

[one_note]

[almost a whisper, into his hair -- his heart squeezed at those words, and it doesn't seem like he can get enough air for a moment]

Mark the actions.

[weiyingdown]

Just so.

I don't want to ruin it by using words either, but...is it fine to ask you a question?

[one_note]

[strokes a hand down Wei Wuxian's side, a long soothing gesture]

Ask.

[weiyingdown]

You can ask me one too if you'd like.

[pauses to consider the question]

Why is the cultivation of gentians considered a secret?

[one_note]

[he's just quiet for a very long time, though he doesn't tense or try to leave Wei Wuxian's arms...]

[weiyingdown]

[doesn't ask the question again. whether he chooses to answer or not, Wei Wuxian doesn't move. it was a secret, after all; he won't press when he knows the struggle of speaking about them through firsthand experience.]

[one_note]

[very low and soft, so much that Wei Wuxian wouldn't catch it if he weren't so close]

Mother loved them. Grew them.

[weiyingdown]

[nods; it matches with the bits of memory he's seen, and with the secrets Lan Wangji offered up]

The memory of her, and the things she loved, must be very important to you.

[one_note]

She was prisoner until I was six.

[weiyingdown]

[his arms tighten around him]

Why?