[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]
[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]
[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]
[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...]
[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]
[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.
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.
[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]
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.
[twitches and glances sidelong over his shoulder: ah, yes, wet naked Wei Ying is right there, very good, if older and with a different face from the sudden flash of his imagination]
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[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]
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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]
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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]
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You're so tense, Er-gege.
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low, a hum under his fingertips:]
No longer.
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[presses a thumb into a point right above is ass]
But if you feel more relaxed then I'm doing a good job.
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there is a speaking pause there where a vehement Wei Ying should absolutely have gone]
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Er~ge~ge~ Won't you praise me for doing a good job?
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Very good.
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I'd really like to hear your teenage self say that too, you know.
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Unlikely.
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[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]
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It's a warning for later. I'll push you in if you aren't careful.
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[it's said so low and intimately that it turns into something fond]
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