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[one_note]

[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.]

Comments

[one_note]

[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.]

[weiyingdown]

[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]

[one_note]

[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.]

[weiyingdown]

[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]

[one_note]

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

...

[weiyingdown]

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.

[one_note]

[kisses him down to the bed, as desperately hungry now as he was trying to keep from moving to show before, hands firm on his chest and shoulder, pinning him down]

[weiyingdown]

[laughing into the kiss, more than a little breathless as he wraps his arms around Lan Wangji's neck and shifts his legs just enough that he isn't poking Lan Wangji with his own very obvious erection]

[one_note]

[hoarse; nipping at his lips, hand sliding down his bare chest and stomach]

Shameless.

[weiyingdown]

You already knew that about me. Shouldn't you widen your vocabulary and come up with a different word?

[one_note]

[looks down at him, hot eyes on his body and his laughing eyes and red mouth, stripping his robes further open and resting his hand on his hip]

Very shameless.

[weiyingdown]

[doesn't deny it, arching his hips up as if to punctuate just how shameless he's willing to be]

Aren't you being just as shameless as me, Lan Zhan?

[one_note]

...mm.

[his eyes draw down readily, ears tinging even redder, but he only asks again:]

What do you want, Wei Ying?

[weiyingdown]

[his cheeks go a little pink as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair away from Lan Wangji's face, expression softening]

I want you, of course.

[one_note]

Hm.

[inclines his head once, and then -- leans over the side of the bed to reach for something?]

[weiyingdown]

...?

[following his lean with a small shift, his eyes drawn to Lan Wangji's hand to see what he's grabbing]

[one_note]

[a small bottle of oil, which definitely was not there before, because Wei Wuxian looked pretty thoroughly around the bed to find the way down

hearts, man]

[weiyingdown]

[why are hearts like this]

Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you're going to make me think that I missed things in the room if you pull them out of nowhere like that. I worked really hard to find you and you're here blatantly breaking the rules!

[getting drunk off of memories and making a mess counts as working hard, apparently]

[one_note]

[looks at him levelly]

I do not want to hurt you.

[that explains, like, nothing about whatever mechanic allowed oil to spontaneously appear, but he IS telling the truth]

[weiyingdown]

If you don't want to hurt me, shouldn't I miraculously not get hurt here?

[it's already obvious to him that isn't how it works, otherwise his throat wouldn't still be sore. but it's more fun to try and make Lan Wangji explain it to him]

[one_note]

[...strokes a thumb over his cheek]

You are unregulated.

[weiyingdown]

Ah, you could have called me "wild and unregulated" earlier instead of shameless. See? You do know plenty of other words.

[pulling him closer, sitting up to meet him halfway and sprinkle kisses along his jawline]

But that's not something you have to worry about, Lan Zhan. You haven't hurt me at all, and I doubt that you would.

[one_note]

[that gets the slightest tremble out of him, his eyes half-closing briefly, before he slides his hands under Wei Wuxian and kneels back, lifting him outright and effortless onto his lap and capturing his mouth with his own]

[weiyingdown]

[being as clingy as possible and wrapping his arms and legs around Lan Wangji like a very horny koala. he kisses back, only pulling away to nibble at Lan Wangji's lip]

In fact, I think it's safe to say that you've been far too nice to me this whole time.

[one_note]

[there's not exactly a surface for Lan Wangji to lean comfortably back against, but he sits as perfectly straight as always even with all of Wei Wuxian's weight on him, rock-solid and hot-skinned, strong hands sliding down his back to cup his ass]

...frustration...is not here anymore.