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[weiyingdown]

[there is plenty of room for two, it's a big tub! he slides in with a bit of a splash, falling heavily into Lan Wangji's arms]

How am I supposed to clean you up like this?

[one_note]

[catches him, solid and easy, relaxing back against the side with Wei Wuxian gathered in against his chest. perfect]

Employ creativity.

[weiyingdown]

Are you really asking me to be creative? I don't know if you'll approve of the results.

[reaches for the soap with one hand]

[one_note]

[he can get the soap! Lan Wangji is cuddling him, mostly, not restricting his movement]

Not enough information to say.

[weiyingdown]

[turns off the faucet when the tub is near to overflowing and starts to wash his front, hands and suds sliding down his chest as he wipes it free of spend. there is only a little wiggling involved to get a good angle while also allowing cuddles]

Then shall we find out?

[one_note]

[leans slowly into his hands, closing his eyes into the touch; feeling spoiled, honestly]

I asked.

[weiyingdown]

I was giving you a chance to change your mind!

[he's focused on cleaning him up at first, hands and soap slipping around his chest, his legs, his ass...there's some mischief to every movement--his hand wander too far, or pinch his skin, or press a sensitive spot. despite all of that it is easy to relax into it]

[one_note]

No.

[he can drink in Lan Wangji's quiet reactions, the faintest shifts in his expression, the tiny sounds and huffs of breath he makes, the way he keeps shifting to press into Wei Wuxian's touch even when the touches verge on oversensitive or painful. offering himself, as ever he has]

[weiyingdown]

[he gets lost in the casualness of being able to touch and explore, without any heat behind it--although with them snuggled so close it is easy to see that he is somewhat interested again, his cock stiffening whenever he presses up against Lan Wangji, or finds a sensitive spot that makes him react. but he's far more eager to enjoy without getting lost in passion.

once Lan Wangji is clean he sets the soap aside and slips his hands around to his back and feels along the scars there]

I can employ creativity here, but I'll give you a choice. You can turn around, or not.

[he doesn't elaborate on what his intentions are, whatever he decides]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji looks him full in the face for a moment, eyes warm and so heavy-lidded he looks almost drowsy...

then the scars and skin are sliding under Wei Wuxian's fingers as he turns easily in his hold, presenting his back to him, trusting]

[weiyingdown]

[for a moment he's pressed up against him, back to chest, almost spooning in he tub. and then he shifts into a more comfortable position and sweeps Lan Wangji's hair off to one side, exposing his back and his scars to the open air. he presses a kiss to one and then starts working his hands at his neck and shoulders, loosening knots of muscle: giving him a massage]

[one_note]

[lets out a very tiny surprised breath and then settles down, resting his folded arms on a ledge in the tub, breathing deep and steady as he closes his eyes and wills himself to relax, as that's helped along by Wei Wuxian's busy hands. he is, indeed, pretty tense in places, grateful to have Wei Wuxian's attention and help with it; things have been eventful since they got here...]

[weiyingdown]

[he makes steady work of massaging his back, working down from his neck to his shoulder blades, down his spine. strong, nimble fingers work to unlock his muscles with single-mindedness. every so often he pauses to give his back another reverent kiss]

You're so tense, Er-gege.

[one_note]

[he shivers, sometimes, when Wei Wuxian kisses the unmarked skin of his back. not when he kisses the scards, though; those are too deadened for Lan Wangji to feel it.

low, a hum under his fingertips:]

No longer.

[weiyingdown]

Still a little bit right here.

[presses a thumb into a point right above is ass]

But if you feel more relaxed then I'm doing a good job.

[one_note]

[that actually gets a jark of reaction out of him, good job

there is a speaking pause there where a vehement Wei Ying should absolutely have gone]

[weiyingdown]

[he definitely feels up his ass before he goes back to massaging all of the knots out of his lower back]

Er~ge~ge~ Won't you praise me for doing a good job?

[one_note]

[. . . stretches under him, muscle rippling beneath his skin, long and languid and lazy]

Very good.

[weiyingdown]

[rewards him with a kiss on one ear even as he tries to turn him into more of a puddle with his hands]

I'd really like to hear your teenage self say that too, you know.

[one_note]

[he's letting it happen, sinking deeper in the water]

Unlikely.

[weiyingdown]

I know, I know! Even if I got the chance to hear it, I'm sure a little version of you would be too shy to praise me so openly.

[one_note]

Admired you. But also distrusted you.

[weiyingdown]

What a pity! You weren't wrong to distrust me--I was breaking all of your rules and would have certainly dragged you into trouble. But that's what teenagers should do, so I don't regret any of it. I would have liked to drag you into a mess.

[one_note]

Shameless.

[he knows exactly what mess he would have liked to be dragged into back in the day, though he really hadn't when they were fifteen. truly hindsight is 20/20]

[weiyingdown]

I really do think you would have had fun in the end. I can only make up for lost time now. Do you know what we used to do in the summer? When it was too hot to sleep we'd sneak out and go swim in the lake to cool off.