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[after Yi City and the second time Wei Wuxian gets Lan Wangji drunk, it takes about a day for them to reach the Garden of Annual blossoms. this curious incident takes place in the space of that day.

outside of appeasing the corpse pieces they've been collecting each night, it's not uncommon for Lan Wangji to take the time to practice on the guqin. he doesn't play entire songs, since he's not trying to interact with any spirits at the moment, but safely broken-up sections of Inquiry and Empathy (was Empathy always a musical technique? it is in this timeline, shut up) and the other songs he uses for battle hum through the walls of the rest stop they've paused at on the road.

it's partway through a passage of Empathy that there's a notable shriek of strings, and then silence; when Wei Wuxian goes to check, he'll find Lan Wangji half-collapsed over the instrument, his breathing harsh and a strange fluctuation of energy around him.

a qi deviation...? oh no.]

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[a sharp, surprised noise escapes him when his skin is exposed to open air; part of him expected Lan Wangji to be too shy to do anything besides kissing, and the idea that he might be dead wrong takes a moment to right itself in his mind.

in the space of three rapid heartbeats his surprise is gone, though. he breaks off their kiss to reach for Lan Wangji's sashes in turn and tug open his robes, just so they're even.]

So bold, Hanguang-Jun. Are you really supposed to be doing this kind of thing before you're married?

[leaning in to kiss across his collarbone, light and teasing]

[his voice is as calm and even as ever, but a little roughened. he could be discussing the weather with a mild cough. it's the redness of his earlobes that put paid to that impression, and the heat of his skin, and the way he keeps reaching for him like he can't touch enough.]

...whatever Wi Ying desires.

[lets his robes slide free from his shoulders before going back to touching Wei Wuxian, sliding a hand through his hair and cupping his cheek as he feels those kisses, then tracing the line of his throat down to a spot on his chest...where the Wen brand should be and isn't anymore, left behind a body and a lifetime ago.]

[stills before changing directions, his kisses trailing over to Lan Wangji's brand scar]

Hmm...Anything?

[the question is barely out of his mouth before he hooks one leg behind Lan Wangji's knees and tries to flip their positions so that Lan Wangji is on his back]

[Lan Wangji lets him do this, only reaching up to smooth Wei Wuxian's hair back from his face]

Mm.

Then be a good boy and don't move.

[despite his ~~best~~ efforts to keep it together, Wei Wuxian's face is splashed with pink, his lips bruised, his hair disheveled, his eyes wide as he drinks in the view of Lan Wangji lying underneath him. his expression turns positively besotted as he kisses Lan Wangji's lips, trailing down his neck and his chest. as he gets closer to his hip he starts going intentionally slower, watching for any signs of impatience]

[Lan Wangji looks jade-calm and jade-still under him, and looks like he's obeying other than the tracking of his eyes on Wei Wuxian's face...but there is the faint, telltale sound of ripping cloth under one of his hands.]

[Wei Wuxian takes that as a challenge. (he should not. he is the one who told Lan Wangji not to move in the first place. this is a minor detail.) whatever clothes were still on Lan Wangji--pants?--are coming off with a quick tug. but the kisses draw out; his teeth scrape against sensitive spots and every so often his tongue darts out like he's trying to get a taste. he spends a lot of time around Lan Wangji's inner thighs, content to tease for as long as Lan Wangji lets him]

[Lan Wangji has been building his self-control towards Wei Wuxian since they were fifteen, and has just gravely wounded the sense of frustration that grew along with it. it's not enough; even here in this strange in-between heartspace, he's truly only human.

Wei Wuxian can take in how he slips and slips, always a millimeter at a time: his thighs parting wider, the fine strain of his muscles, the burning red flush in his ears tinging his face at last. there are faint edges of strain around his eyes and sweat on his skin, staining the edges of the forehead ribbon he's still wearing: he did not get the chance to remove it before Wei Wuxian told him to be still. his lips are parted. his cock is hard and hot near Wei Wuxian's face. he's torn great holes in the sheets and thin mattress with all ten fingers.]

[he gets caught up in teasing far longer than he should, unable to help himself from enjoying watching Lan Wangji shift under him. any movement is an affirmation that this is happening--in some kind of weird heart space, sure, but it's still happening! that one giddy thought rolls around in his head and prompts him to keep going whenever Lan Wangji makes another hole in the bedsheets.

he gets just as impatient for something more, though, and it doesn't take much longer before he stops kissing Lan Wangji's thighs and shifts back slightly to put himself into a better position. he doesn't think too hard on it beyond making sure not to bite Lan Wangji's cock before taking it inside of his mouth. and making sure not to choke himself on it.]

[it all feels real, Lan Wangji's skin hot and his cock solid in Wei Wuxian's mouth. the feeling tears a sound from him at last, almost a growl, as he looks down at him with burning eyes]

Wei...Ying.

[it's a plea. it's too harsh to sound like one. Wei Wuxian's suddenly aware of a soft pulse of feeling in the room, something that should be overwhelming but is still tightly held back for his sake: I want, I want, I want.]

[it's very hard to laugh with something that size in one's mouth, but Wei Wuxian manages it. amusement dances in his eyes as he starts to move his head to take in as much of Lan Wangji that he can while not completely choking himself. (not that he would mind choking on it, a little, but Lan Wangji might not be into that?) he...mostly gets it all, and what he doesn't take in he wraps a hand around to hold it in place as he moves his mouth and watches Lan Wangji to see what he likes the most]

[it's actually not--easy to tell, though his breathing is very hard and he's as flushed as he can be, unable to look away from him. his hips are staying flat to the bed somehow, his hands still unmoving where they've destroyed the bed

THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR TELLING HIM NOT TO MOVE]

[LOOK SINCE WHEN IS WEI WUXIAN SOMEONE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE SERIOUSLY, LAN ZHAN!!!

that seems to all be a clear indicator that it's not unpleasant, though, and he picks up the pace a little--intentionally trying to get him to squirm]

[his breath hisses through his clenched teeth, his erection jerking against Wei Wuxian's tongue no matter how frozen he holds the rest of his body]

Wei Ying!

[humming, all but purring with self-satisfaction as he slows again to let his tongue explore where it can. he makes an inquiring noise at Lan Wangji, but doesn't stop. in fact, he makes a few more random humming noises after that, because it's a shame that he can't talk like this and he really wants to]

[self-regulation only goes so far; his hips rise slightly off the bed, before he forces them down again. finally manages, hoarse and clearly at the end of his rope:]

Release me.

[he hums again and gives his head a shake; he very clearly has no intention of stopping, and even picks up the speed again once he's made it clear that he's going to keep going]

[Lan Wangji's control cracks at the sight, at the feeling, at Wei Wuxian's terrible incorrigible unrelenting unstoppable mouth being used to this purpose. it isn't quite broken; he doesn't start just thrusting wildly. but he isn't able to keep still anymore, body starting to press up in slow firm increments, a hand skating up Wei Wuxian's face before tangling with trembling care into his hair, just holding his head instead of forcing it down]

[he almost stops then, when he feels fingers slide into his hair. it's tempting to pull himself back and offer some commentary, to pretend to chide him over not being able to keep his hands to himself. the thought passes as quickly as it comes, though, and he only stutters his pace to make a pleased noise somewhere in the back of his throat as he leans into the touch]

[like you wouldn’t be grabbing at him immediately if the situations were reversed, Wei Ying!!!

Lan Wangji lets out a little growl in response to that noise, hips rising into the pressure again; doesn’t stop himself this time, though it’s an easy enough pace that Wei Wuxian can adjust. the pulse of desire in the room is red-hot, now, a strange contrast to how relatively calm he’s still acting; he’s very close to the edge.]

[that's exactly why the situations aren't reversed!!!

he has to slow down to keep himself from going too deep when Lan Wangji moves his hips; he takes more care the more he feels that desire pulse around him, trying to draw it out just a liiiiittle bit longer. but he's not the best with patience, not with this, and when he can tell that Lan Wangji is getting close he goes as deep as he can to try and push him over the edge]

[his hand spasms sharply in Wei Wuxian's hair just before, trying to urge him to move off -- but that's all he can do before orgasm tenses his muscles and tears the breath from him in a shattered rush as he comes into Wei Wuxian's mouth; oh. oh.]

[in theory he's prepared for it; in reality it's a lot, and the tugging on his hair distracts him. he swallows most of it before it's too much and he pulls back, coughing and laughing and getting a mess all over his face. he looks far too pleased with himself as he looks up at Lan Wangji]

I swallowed it!

[most of it]

[STARES DOWN AT HIM, AS WRECKED AND DUMBSTRUCK AS A LAN WANGJI CAN BE]

...

Lan Zhan?

[pausing to work at his jaw for a second--it's a little sore--before moving back up closer to Lan Wangji's face]

It wasn't bad, was it? I thought I did a good job.

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