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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]

...ridiculous.

[that's all the encouragement he needs, though; it's only a few seconds of listening to the soft pop of the bottle's stopper and the faint sound of Lan Wangji dipping his fingers in before one of those fingers is finally sliding into Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji's other hand gripping his hip and holding him still for it. careful.]

[weiyingdown]

[even expecting it, he sucks in a surprised breath and clenches up. he buries his face in the crook of Lan Wangji's neck and relaxes after a long exhale]

That's cold, Lan Zhan. You had better warm me up.

[one_note]

Hm.

[kisses the top of Wei Wuxian's head and waits until he relaxes to move again, finger slow and exploring inside him, his other hand moving to spread broad and hot over the small of his back. the chill of the oil doesn't last long, certainly.]

[weiyingdown]

[he doesn't move for a little bit, getting used to the feeling and trying to stay relaxed. before he's completely used to it, though, he starts moving again, nibbling and sucking along Lan Wangji's neck]

[one_note]

[that gets a soft indrawn breath out of Lan Wangji, and he tilts his head a little to allow him better access. doesn’t let it distract him from what he’s doing, though, finger moving gently in Wei Wuxian still, curving deeper until it brushes the right spot...]

[weiyingdown]

[a NOISE escapes him, loud and surprised as his whole body jerks forward. a second later his fingers tangle into Lan Wangji's hair and he gives a little yank]

D-do that again.

[one_note]

Mm.

[pleased...pauses a moment to consider, then pulls him close altogether with one arm, rubbing at that spot in long slow strokes, a sustained note of pleasure]

[weiyingdown]

[TRUE TO CHARACTER, he gets very, very noisy very, very quickly. he doesn't even try to behave himself; every stroke gets a long moan to spill from his mouth, hips bucking with every jolt of pleasure, hands constantly roaming to find purchase.]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji's eyes are fixed on him, burning molten gold, his arm a stable anchor around Wei Wuxian's body no matter how he squirms and touches back, his breathing deep and tightly controlled, the deep red flush spreading up his neck. he's careful, still; he waits until it's easy to see Wei Wuxian's ready for it before adding a second finger to start really stretching him. his own arousal's a low and constant throb, restrained for now]

[weiyingdown]

[restraint isn't a word that Wei Wuxian uses often, but he tries not to get too ahead of himself. it would, frankly, be really embarrassing to finish early, right? so he adjusts again when the second finger goes in and contains his noises in favor of kissing up along Lan Wangji's neck and babbling]

Say, Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, could it be that you've done this sort of thing before? I'm a little curious as to how you know what to do! For you to have the upper hand in this, of all things, when you were so embarrassed over a single book of artwork all those years ago...Don't tell me that my words had an impact on you?

[one_note]

[JUST

LOOKS ASIDE FOR A SECOND]

...

[somehow he's keeping his hand moving steadily through this. ridiculous.]

[weiyingdown]

[has to stop kissing for a second to laugh. his voice is a little breathless, the only indication that he even notices Lan Wangji's ministrations]

What, was that really it? You could have just asked me back then and I would have shared all of it with you!

[one_note]

Shameless.

[...]

And unhelpful.

[weiyingdown]

The general idea is similar enough.

[pouting]

What I had was probably more than what you could find in your Library Pavilion anyways. --Wait, exactly where did you find illustrations of men doing this kind of thing? You really went digging for them, didn't you?

[one_note]

[he doesn't...answer...but his ears are red as red can be. he did not find cut-sleeve manuals in the Library Pavilion.

maybe a third finger will distract Wei Wuxian from this line of questioning.]

[weiyingdown]

[it does, but that is cheating!!!]

Ah--! H-Hanguang-Jun, it was a simple question. What if I want to compare notes? Exactly how many fingers to plan on putting in there? Isn't there something else that you should be putting in?

[one_note]

[his mouth lifts at the corners, the barest fraction. he's being relentlessly careful]

Patience.

[weiyingdown]

[makes a tiny discontented noise. it's mostly just noise, though, and he tries to sit still]

I'm not known for my patience, am I?

[one_note]

[leans in without saying more and kisses the air out of his lungs and the words out of his mouth for the moment, deep and hot; his fingers flex achingly wide inside him once more at the same time, before slowly withdrawing. his cock's jutting against Wei Wuxian's stomach, hard again by now.]

[weiyingdown]

[Wei Wuxian's cock has been hard for a while now, as could be indicated by his very mature whining. he tries a different approach, rubbing their cocks together as they kiss, trying to make Lan Wangji as impatient as he feels. when he feels those fingers withdraw he pointedly hitches himself higher up, moving his ass closer! to! Lan Wangji's! cock!

at least he knows what he wants]

[one_note]

[growls, low in his throat, unable to hold back further himself; Wei Wuxian finds broad solid hands on his hips helping lift him, Lan Wangji biting down on his lip as he lowers him down, slowly pressing in at last. his heart's a thunder against Wei Wuxian's chest, his mouth still utterly demanding.]