[♪♫♬]

[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.]

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[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.]