"Ah, well then, aren't you lucky to have me?" he persists, squeezing Lan Zhan's hand as they walk, a knowing smile on his lips.
"Besides, you know me husband," he leans in close, and one can almost hear the grin in his voice.
Once the elevator doors close behind them, he whispers, low with laughter, "that's not the only rule I want to break tonight."
He pulls Lan Zhan along eagerly, a sort of skip in his step, and it's as if they're teenagers again, up to mischief and always on the verge of being caught, a thrum of excitement in his chest as he pushes open the door to their shared room.
Lan Wangji allows himself to be tugged towards their room, and crowds Wei Ying against the door as soon as they get inside, his pupils wide in the dark room, his face close to Wei Ying's, mouth slightly open as he just looks at him cast in gentle light of the moon from outside.
"Wei Ying... my husband." He picks Wei Ying up in his arms, plants him against the back of the door, and steals a kiss, long and lingering and hot, drinking in the air from his lungs as if it might keep him from otherwise drowning.
He pecks little kisses to Wei Ying's cheek afterward. "I love you," he says, not for the first time today, not for the first time this month, but still, quite rare as always.
Wei Wuxian is no less eager for the privacy, even pressed desperately against the door like this, and cups Lan Zhan's face in his hands. The kiss leaves his lips tingling, the taste of his husband on his tongue, and his breath comes hot and fast as they part. Lan Zhan's declarations already have his heart hammering quickly, and if he was still standing, he was sure his knees would feel weak.
"Mm," there's a smile in his voice, "love you too."
A breathy laugh follows, and he leans down, pressing kisses against Lan Zhan's neck. The little nips he leaves behind are playful, as Wei Wuxian ever is.
Wei Ying was always going to be the death of him, but though he'd known this all along, there was a part of him who never thought this would happen, that they'd both be here bedecked entirely in red, that Wei Ying would be leaving sweet kisses on his neck and calling him husband. That was the title he'd treasure the most.
"Mn," he agrees, the sound hungrily turning into a grunt as he reaches down for Wei Ying's waistband. He'd sewn these clothes, made them out of fine cloth, and so he knew best how to take them off of him, making quick work of that waistband to slip his hands underneath his robes and onto his skin.
"Bed," he commands simply, afraid he might give in and just fuck Wei Ying up against this wall, still half-dressed, just bite kisses into the exposed part of his shoulder and wreck him entirely.
Wei Wuxian doesn't relent, even as Lan Zhan starts to undress him, leaving a series of kisses along his neck before beginning to nibble on Lan Zhan's ear. His hand snaked through his husband's thick and silky hair, tugging playfully on the tail of his headband.
"Lan Zhan, you'd have to let go of me first," he hummed against his ear. Crowded up against the door as he was, held in Lan Zhan's arms like this(not that Wei Wuxian had any complaints), it was difficult to escape without a bit of compromise. In opposition to his own teasing words, he encourages Lan Zhan's hands on his bare skin, and even guides one lower to cup the curve of his ass.
He in fact, does not let go, but instead lets out a small growl as he cups and squeezes Wei Ying's ass with the palm of his hand, and pulls him so they're flush together.
Eventually, he does move them, lifting Wei Ying's legs around his waist, smoothly walking backward and depositing them on the bed.
Now that Wei Ying's robes are open leaving a complete view of his front, there's only the pesky matter of his pants to deal with. And so, Lan Wangji tugs at the strings holding them together, pulling them down. He knows Wei Ying doesn't like it, but he can't really help giving his now-naked behind a quick smack, the sound of which makes his breath hitch.
Wei Wuxian doesn't feel the need to keep his voice down, ever, so he's generous in the pleased moans he offers so near Lan Zhan's ear. When Lan Zhan pulls him so close, he can't help shifting his hips, and when he's picked up, he wastes no time in wrapping his legs around his husband, squeezing his sides with the soft skin of his inner thighs.
He's eager to help Lan Zhan undress him, and gives a little wiggle of hips to free himself of the soft fabric. It's not the first time Lan Zhan has tried smacking him on the ass, and he wishes he were better at hiding his reaction to it, as a whiny pout follows his startled outcry.
"Lan Zhan," he tries for an upset expression to match his reprimand, jutting out his lower lip, but it doesn't last for more than a moment.
"You only get to punish me when I've been bad," he insists, and immediately regrets his words, because that's giving Lan Zhan far too much power.
"Unless you mean to kiss it better," he adds, the corner of his lips twisting up in an impish smirk.
If Wei Ying thinks that requiring Lan Wangji to kiss him better after doling out punishments is going to deter him from doing so, he has another think coming. He peels the trousers down Wei Ying's legs and tosses them aside so that he's only covered in his outer wedding robe, completely exposed underneath. The red silk casts a lovely glow onto his skin and Lan Wangji looks on rapt, caught with the way he looks in this light.
He pulls Wei Ying by his hips, onto his lap as he kneels on the bed, hands on Wei Ying's rail-thin waist, how is that even possible? His kisses are starved, little pecks and nibbles as Wei Wuxian might if presented with a feast.
"Wei Ying," he murmurs, taking his hand, running a thumb over the ring. They're married, and this date marks the occasion that Wei Ying is his to love, to take care of, to be responsible for, to spoil. His other hand snakes down Wei Ying's front and grasps his cock with thin, nimble fingers, deft and having touched him countless times in the last scant months.
When Lan Zhan does little more than gaze at him, undressed and with his wedding robes only loosely hanging about his shoulders, the rest of him fully exposed, he can't help enjoying the attention. When he was younger, he'd done everything he could to get Lan Zhan to look his way, and now, to have so fully captured his focus, how can he not be pleased with himself?
He lets himself be drawn into Lan Zhan's lap, lets his kisses wash over him, and returns them in kind, chasing his lips to beg for more. Wei Wuxian can't help squeezing Lan Zhan's hand lightly in return, drawing it to his chest, so he can feel the thrum of his excited heartbeat beneath his fingers, and the way it seems to jump as Lan Zhan touches him.
"My Lan Zhan," he smiles against his husband's lips before pressing another kiss to them. He rocks his hips gently against Lan Zhan's hand. His own reach to embrace his husband, carding through his silky hair to tug Lan Zhan's headband free.
Play is something Wei Wuxian is always in a mood for, whether it be inside or outside the bedroom, and he's not sure, but it does feel like he's winning this one.
It is chilly, evidenced by the goosebumps that creep along his exposed skin, or the rise of his perky nipples. It can barely be said that he's still wearing his robes at this point, splayed open as they are, and only the thin pants remain, though they do nothing to hide his arousal. He palms himself over the fabric, slow and unhurried, back arching up in Lan Zhan's lap.
"Lan Zhan, mm..."
At the small encouragement, he purses his lips, kissing the pad of his thumb, sucking just enough to let his teeth brush the surface. He takes it as a cue to continue, letting his moans increase in volume as he slides his pants from his hips and takes his cock in hand and thumbs the tip.
"I wonder, ah, I wonder where Lan Zhan would touch first," he muses aloud, working his grip lightly around the shaft and rolling his hips against his hand.
He does love to look upon Wei Ying as he moves his hands down his form, enticing as he is, skin flecked with goosebumps but warming up quickly all by himself.
Quite honestly, he's liking the voyeuristic nature of this display, Wei Ying so desirous of his husband that he can't wait for his touch. Lan Wangji wonders how long to keep him waiting.
"I'm touching your mouth already." He is technically correct, isn't he? He knows that's not what Wei Ying means, and the thread of heaviness in his voice undercuts his words with how he truly feels.
He shifts a little, bringing Wei Ying further onto his lap, and so his knee won't be digging into his back. But mostly to get a better view. "Wei Ying has an active imagination. He can imagine my hand anywhere he'd like."
He smiles to himself as Lan Zhan takes the bait. Even if it's true, and he's already touching him, it's not as if he's terribly engaged in the act. His teasing lure got him exactly what he wanted, which is more of Lan Zhan's attention.
Speaking of his mouth though, Wei Wuxian brings his fingers up, to give him a bit more to work with, wet, pink tongue making them slick, though they start to cool immediately to the air around them. And if Lan Zhan's thumb gets a few little licks as he works, it's just a coincidence, definitely.
"I don't have to imagine, I know where Lan Zhan likes to touch best," he smirks, his other hand brushing over the curve of his ass before squeezing it, fingers indenting into the soft flesh.
"Though I think Lan Zhan prefers to use his mouth here," the cool, slick fingers of his other hand only tease at the underside of his cock, then move lower, and he has to stretch, fidgeting in Lan Zhan's lap. He reaches his small, pink entrance, circling with his forefinger for a moment before starting to press in.
He isn't wrong, and Wei Ying is always the first to use his husband's horniness against him. He does want to touch him everywhere, both out of his own pleasure and because he'd resolved long ago to never make Wei Ying feel like he wasn't worth all the world.
He feels his resolve crumbling as it always did, whenever Wei Ying was involved. He'd always wanted to break every single rule for him.
"Mn," he states, trying to keep his composure. "I don't even have to touch Wei Ying, look how well he's doing." He did win their last little game, and maybe he should cede victory to his husband. He is, in fact, doing a very good job.
He presses the pads of his fingers against Wei Ying's tongue, and remarks, "Now that Wei Ying has gotten my fingers wet, where should I put them?"
Wei Wuxian makes a huffy, disappointed sound at first, though it's largely exaggerated. Even if Lan Zhan isn't touching him, not more than a couple of fingers at least, he has his focused attention, not to mention praise, and that's really all he ever wants.
"Lan Zhan, who knew you just wanted to watch," he starts a little breathlessly, "Lan Zhan is always so meticulous, I'd have ah- I'd have thought you'd want to do it yourself."
He pauses to give Lan Zhan's fingers the focus they deserve, closing his lips around them to suck lightly, tongue sliding over as he takes them in as deep as he dares. Wei Wuxian reaches up to hold Lan Zhan's wrist there a moment, closing his eyes as he draw the hand slowly out.
It takes a great effort not to just yank his hand downward, toward every part of him that's been neglected. While he loves the attention, his patience and driving need for physical touch is crumbling his resolve. Wei Wuxian rocks against his own hand, as he works a finger deep, but guides Lan Zhan's there to replace it, feeling the slide of his own saliva against bare skin.
"Lan Zhan," he whines, "how long will you make me wait?"
"I think Wei Ying has waited long enough," he responds, as he reaches over, and with Wei Ying's head still on his lap, maneuvers his hips so his lower body is twisted onto its side, ass mounded, pale and round and absolutely decadent.
He rubs his finger there, slowly, teasing him around the entrance, barely dipping into him at all, drawing this out. Only when he feels a complaint drawing out of Wei Ying's throat does he slip a digit into him fully, starting to fuck him on it, starting to wriggle it around.
He likes to tease Wei Ying like this, of course, because Wei Ying likes to tease back. And they both like this dynamic. Wei Ying pushes Lan Wangji's buttons, Lan Wangji puts on a cold face. But inside, he burns, bright and true, and his heart will always give in.
The angle is a bit awkward, holding Wei Ying's body in this way, keeping his head in place. His other hand cards through Wei Ying's hair, undoing the tie that keeps it up with one swift movement, dragging through it. "Wei Ying. If you don't plan on moving your mouth, you should come up and kiss me instead."
Wei Wuxian hardly minds a position that's a bit uncomfortable or awkward, as long as they're having fun. And judging by the sounds he makes as Lan Zhan pulls him over and starts to fuck him with his fingers, his only complaint is that they hadn't started sooner. His shallow touches are surely payback for Wei Wuxian's earlier merciless teasing that had led them up here in the first place. It's just not quite enough, and he tries to shift his hips into the motion, just to feel him a little deeper.
"Who says I haven't been using it?" he sasses right back. Hasn't he been talking nonstop, teasing Lan Zhan into action, when his husband's fingers haven't been occupying that space?
Then again, he can hardly refuse such a direct request. He takes his time getting up, partly because of the position and partly because he's a tease, and he swings his hips around so he can straddle his husband, as he had been downstairs, arms resting on his shoulders. The main difference being that now one of them is completely nude, his arousal firm between them as it brushes up against Lan Zhan's pristine robes.
"Bold words from someone who's not been making good use of his mouth, or hands, or..." he glances pointedly down between them before teasing with a few ridiculously chaste kisses to the corner of Lan Zhan's mouth.
Lan Wangji should really be used to these sorts of antics from his husband, and prods him deeply, digging his fingers into him, his face still and passive even as his fingers drive into him.
"I have been making great use of my mind, Wei Ying," he answers, and then, sick of waiting for his kisses to turn any deeper, claims his mouth, fiercely and steadfast, tongue carving his breath, crushed against him. He nearly forgets himself in that kiss, so hungrily does he drink, but then, he slowly ebbs, he pulls away, he forces his eyes to open.
He doesn't even bother with disrobing, but rather, just moves his yes, very pristine, robes aside, and shifting out of the top of his trousers. His cock stands tall, but is otherwise enshrouded still by the starch-white heavy embroidery of the Lan silks.
"But I could be persuaded to use 'something else,'" he responds, his airquotes almost audible.
Backdated May Event for Noctium - Plant Parenthood
Perhaps all the strange happenings at the hotel, prior to arriving in this new world had prepared him, somewhat, for the unusual to be lurking around every corner. The vines everywhere? Not his aesthetic, but they seemed harmless enough (and oddly friendly and touchy), and a little more greenery didn't really change his day-to-day life.
Or so he thought.
He and Lan Zhan had been hard at work at their daily routine, leaving him exhausted and a little sore(in the best ways), and he'd collapsed into sleep shortly after.
The odd thing was what woke him. It couldn't be dawn yet, but he could swear he heard something crying, and as much as he loved sleep, he couldn't ignore the obvious sounds of distress.
"Lan Zhan," he mumbles into his pillow- that is, his husband's chest- and reaches a weak arm to tap his shoulder.
"Wha' sat?" he adds with a yawn, trying ineffectually to detangle himself from the sheets.
It has been a long time since there had been crying in the Cloud Recesses, wailing from a child. Sizhui had been a quiet youth, and would always calm down once attended to by his papa. He awakens immediately, snapping up, confused. First of all, where is the crying coming from? And secondly, why were there so many vines in his home...
He gets up to check and finds a curious radish, a very large one at that, as the crying stops.
Then the radish rolls over before he can go pick it up, and wails.
What on earth?
From its neotenous features, Lan Wangji can tell it's a child, or it's done very well at hiding its adult features in order to trick those who come near it. He picks it up anyway to find that it has, oddly, dragon antlers and its arms are soft to the touch as its got its little hands balled in fists. "Shh, shh," he calls, and rocks the thing as he hasn't done for a long, long time.
He brings it over to their bed, looking rather confused.
Wei Wuxian makes a discontented noise as his warm heater gets up, and he reaches after with drowsy eyes before sitting up and rubbing them. He should probably be more concerned about a child crying, and damn if he isn't trying to rally, but it takes every bit of effort he has just to blink and try to focus his eyes enough to figure out what's happening.
Lan Zhan is making quiet hushing sounds, and he fully expects a child when his husband returns to bed, but-
His brows knit together in sleepy concern.
"How did we get a baby um... radish... dragon?" he makes another tired whining noise, but reaches out his arms for the both of them. If he's going to deal with this insanity, he's at least going to cling to someone while he does it.
He shakes his head and then gestures vaguely towards the vines. Surely that had something to do with it. The radish baby seems to drift off, but then pops up again, its leafy crown lifting in excitement, as it wriggles out of Lan Wangji's grasp and tries to make its way towards Wei Wuxian.
"Look, Wei Ying," he says, as the radish coos and laughs and plops its way into Wei Ying's lap. "He has your smile."
But the rest of its features look distinctly like Lan Wangji, and even its mouth when it's pouting looks more like a Lan. Not to mention, Lan Wangji can feel how much he's already developing a paternal instinct for the little radish, and strokes its little baby cheek.
It is absolutely too early for this, Wei Wuxian can't help thinking, not for the first time since he's propped himself up. He's a little more alert, now that there's a strange little plant wriggling in his lap. He lets out a yawn, holding the child(?) by its middle and bouncing it gently before he tries to examine it.
His smile?
It's not like Lan Zhan to joke, at least, not often and not in situations like this, and he looks up at his husband with a puzzled expression before laughing it off.
"Are you sure? If anything, I think he has your eyes," as if to prove it, he lifts the giggling creature up, comparing its little radish face with the one he'd slept beside.
It does, indeed, have Lan Wangji's eyes. But it's almost disconcerting to Lan Wangji, because it smiles just like Wei Ying. The little radish baby, upon being placed so close to one of his papas, turns his face and leaves a slobbery wet kiss on Lan Wangji's cheek.
Oh.
That's... that's.
"Will you stay here with him?" he asks, discovering that the radish baby likes to be tickled on his lil radish palm. "I'll go inspect the origin of the vines."
"I, ah- yeah," he replies, because what else can he say? Regardless of what the creature in his arms might be, it's obviously just a baby, and he's not heartless. In fact, many would probably be shocked to see how much the terrifying Yiling Patriach is fond of kids.
He bounces the child on his lap, yawning again, but the radish baby's laughter brings a smile to Wei Wuxian's face as well, and side by side like this, it's uncanny how similar they are.
"You don't believe I birthed this one too?" he asks Lan Zhan as much as the baby, as if it will answer, then copies the motion Lan Zhan had made earlier and tickles the radish's leafy palm.
Lan Wangji shakes his head. He had never believed that Wei Ying birthed Sizhui, but... now Sizhui is their son. Still, he goes to check the vines, and then tugs on them. They look like they stretch all the way down and have sprouted randomly out of the ground in front of their window.
He rips them out, because they're so invasive they've actually opened into their room. He pulls them, and then steps outside to dig up all the roots, tossing them into their trash as he comes back with water and potting soil for the radish baby.
"Perhaps he already has a name," he answers. He walks back over with his things, sprinkles a little water on their new radish baby, and waits for him to say something.
In the meantime...
He sits back down and kisses Wei Ying's cheek. "I'll make you breakfast," he offers, as he places his arm around Wei Ying and then by extension, also the small radish child as it coos up at them. "What would you like?"
The radish starts to make noises as if he's looking for some sort of nourishment, but can't explain what.
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"Ah, well then, aren't you lucky to have me?" he persists, squeezing Lan Zhan's hand as they walk, a knowing smile on his lips.
"Besides, you know me husband," he leans in close, and one can almost hear the grin in his voice.
Once the elevator doors close behind them, he whispers, low with laughter, "that's not the only rule I want to break tonight."
He pulls Lan Zhan along eagerly, a sort of skip in his step, and it's as if they're teenagers again, up to mischief and always on the verge of being caught, a thrum of excitement in his chest as he pushes open the door to their shared room.
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"Wei Ying... my husband." He picks Wei Ying up in his arms, plants him against the back of the door, and steals a kiss, long and lingering and hot, drinking in the air from his lungs as if it might keep him from otherwise drowning.
He pecks little kisses to Wei Ying's cheek afterward. "I love you," he says, not for the first time today, not for the first time this month, but still, quite rare as always.
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"Mm," there's a smile in his voice, "love you too."
A breathy laugh follows, and he leans down, pressing kisses against Lan Zhan's neck. The little nips he leaves behind are playful, as Wei Wuxian ever is.
"Can't wait to show you how much."
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"Mn," he agrees, the sound hungrily turning into a grunt as he reaches down for Wei Ying's waistband. He'd sewn these clothes, made them out of fine cloth, and so he knew best how to take them off of him, making quick work of that waistband to slip his hands underneath his robes and onto his skin.
"Bed," he commands simply, afraid he might give in and just fuck Wei Ying up against this wall, still half-dressed, just bite kisses into the exposed part of his shoulder and wreck him entirely.
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"Lan Zhan, you'd have to let go of me first," he hummed against his ear. Crowded up against the door as he was, held in Lan Zhan's arms like this(not that Wei Wuxian had any complaints), it was difficult to escape without a bit of compromise. In opposition to his own teasing words, he encourages Lan Zhan's hands on his bare skin, and even guides one lower to cup the curve of his ass.
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Eventually, he does move them, lifting Wei Ying's legs around his waist, smoothly walking backward and depositing them on the bed.
Now that Wei Ying's robes are open leaving a complete view of his front, there's only the pesky matter of his pants to deal with. And so, Lan Wangji tugs at the strings holding them together, pulling them down. He knows Wei Ying doesn't like it, but he can't really help giving his now-naked behind a quick smack, the sound of which makes his breath hitch.
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He's eager to help Lan Zhan undress him, and gives a little wiggle of hips to free himself of the soft fabric. It's not the first time Lan Zhan has tried smacking him on the ass, and he wishes he were better at hiding his reaction to it, as a whiny pout follows his startled outcry.
"Lan Zhan," he tries for an upset expression to match his reprimand, jutting out his lower lip, but it doesn't last for more than a moment.
"You only get to punish me when I've been bad," he insists, and immediately regrets his words, because that's giving Lan Zhan far too much power.
"Unless you mean to kiss it better," he adds, the corner of his lips twisting up in an impish smirk.
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He pulls Wei Ying by his hips, onto his lap as he kneels on the bed, hands on Wei Ying's rail-thin waist, how is that even possible? His kisses are starved, little pecks and nibbles as Wei Wuxian might if presented with a feast.
"Wei Ying," he murmurs, taking his hand, running a thumb over the ring. They're married, and this date marks the occasion that Wei Ying is his to love, to take care of, to be responsible for, to spoil. His other hand snakes down Wei Ying's front and grasps his cock with thin, nimble fingers, deft and having touched him countless times in the last scant months.
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He lets himself be drawn into Lan Zhan's lap, lets his kisses wash over him, and returns them in kind, chasing his lips to beg for more. Wei Wuxian can't help squeezing Lan Zhan's hand lightly in return, drawing it to his chest, so he can feel the thrum of his excited heartbeat beneath his fingers, and the way it seems to jump as Lan Zhan touches him.
"My Lan Zhan," he smiles against his husband's lips before pressing another kiss to them. He rocks his hips gently against Lan Zhan's hand. His own reach to embrace his husband, carding through his silky hair to tug Lan Zhan's headband free.
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Play is something Wei Wuxian is always in a mood for, whether it be inside or outside the bedroom, and he's not sure, but it does feel like he's winning this one.
It is chilly, evidenced by the goosebumps that creep along his exposed skin, or the rise of his perky nipples. It can barely be said that he's still wearing his robes at this point, splayed open as they are, and only the thin pants remain, though they do nothing to hide his arousal. He palms himself over the fabric, slow and unhurried, back arching up in Lan Zhan's lap.
"Lan Zhan, mm..."
At the small encouragement, he purses his lips, kissing the pad of his thumb, sucking just enough to let his teeth brush the surface. He takes it as a cue to continue, letting his moans increase in volume as he slides his pants from his hips and takes his cock in hand and thumbs the tip.
"I wonder, ah, I wonder where Lan Zhan would touch first," he muses aloud, working his grip lightly around the shaft and rolling his hips against his hand.
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Quite honestly, he's liking the voyeuristic nature of this display, Wei Ying so desirous of his husband that he can't wait for his touch. Lan Wangji wonders how long to keep him waiting.
"I'm touching your mouth already." He is technically correct, isn't he? He knows that's not what Wei Ying means, and the thread of heaviness in his voice undercuts his words with how he truly feels.
He shifts a little, bringing Wei Ying further onto his lap, and so his knee won't be digging into his back. But mostly to get a better view. "Wei Ying has an active imagination. He can imagine my hand anywhere he'd like."
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Speaking of his mouth though, Wei Wuxian brings his fingers up, to give him a bit more to work with, wet, pink tongue making them slick, though they start to cool immediately to the air around them. And if Lan Zhan's thumb gets a few little licks as he works, it's just a coincidence, definitely.
"I don't have to imagine, I know where Lan Zhan likes to touch best," he smirks, his other hand brushing over the curve of his ass before squeezing it, fingers indenting into the soft flesh.
"Though I think Lan Zhan prefers to use his mouth here," the cool, slick fingers of his other hand only tease at the underside of his cock, then move lower, and he has to stretch, fidgeting in Lan Zhan's lap. He reaches his small, pink entrance, circling with his forefinger for a moment before starting to press in.
"Sometimes here too, hm?"
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He feels his resolve crumbling as it always did, whenever Wei Ying was involved. He'd always wanted to break every single rule for him.
"Mn," he states, trying to keep his composure. "I don't even have to touch Wei Ying, look how well he's doing." He did win their last little game, and maybe he should cede victory to his husband. He is, in fact, doing a very good job.
He presses the pads of his fingers against Wei Ying's tongue, and remarks, "Now that Wei Ying has gotten my fingers wet, where should I put them?"
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"Lan Zhan, who knew you just wanted to watch," he starts a little breathlessly, "Lan Zhan is always so meticulous, I'd have ah- I'd have thought you'd want to do it yourself."
He pauses to give Lan Zhan's fingers the focus they deserve, closing his lips around them to suck lightly, tongue sliding over as he takes them in as deep as he dares. Wei Wuxian reaches up to hold Lan Zhan's wrist there a moment, closing his eyes as he draw the hand slowly out.
It takes a great effort not to just yank his hand downward, toward every part of him that's been neglected. While he loves the attention, his patience and driving need for physical touch is crumbling his resolve. Wei Wuxian rocks against his own hand, as he works a finger deep, but guides Lan Zhan's there to replace it, feeling the slide of his own saliva against bare skin.
"Lan Zhan," he whines, "how long will you make me wait?"
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He rubs his finger there, slowly, teasing him around the entrance, barely dipping into him at all, drawing this out. Only when he feels a complaint drawing out of Wei Ying's throat does he slip a digit into him fully, starting to fuck him on it, starting to wriggle it around.
He likes to tease Wei Ying like this, of course, because Wei Ying likes to tease back. And they both like this dynamic. Wei Ying pushes Lan Wangji's buttons, Lan Wangji puts on a cold face. But inside, he burns, bright and true, and his heart will always give in.
The angle is a bit awkward, holding Wei Ying's body in this way, keeping his head in place. His other hand cards through Wei Ying's hair, undoing the tie that keeps it up with one swift movement, dragging through it. "Wei Ying. If you don't plan on moving your mouth, you should come up and kiss me instead."
No one could accuse him of being indirect.
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"Who says I haven't been using it?" he sasses right back. Hasn't he been talking nonstop, teasing Lan Zhan into action, when his husband's fingers haven't been occupying that space?
Then again, he can hardly refuse such a direct request. He takes his time getting up, partly because of the position and partly because he's a tease, and he swings his hips around so he can straddle his husband, as he had been downstairs, arms resting on his shoulders. The main difference being that now one of them is completely nude, his arousal firm between them as it brushes up against Lan Zhan's pristine robes.
"Bold words from someone who's not been making good use of his mouth, or hands, or..." he glances pointedly down between them before teasing with a few ridiculously chaste kisses to the corner of Lan Zhan's mouth.
"...anything else for that matter."
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"I have been making great use of my mind, Wei Ying," he answers, and then, sick of waiting for his kisses to turn any deeper, claims his mouth, fiercely and steadfast, tongue carving his breath, crushed against him. He nearly forgets himself in that kiss, so hungrily does he drink, but then, he slowly ebbs, he pulls away, he forces his eyes to open.
He doesn't even bother with disrobing, but rather, just moves his yes, very pristine, robes aside, and shifting out of the top of his trousers. His cock stands tall, but is otherwise enshrouded still by the starch-white heavy embroidery of the Lan silks.
"But I could be persuaded to use 'something else,'" he responds, his airquotes almost audible.
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Or so he thought.
He and Lan Zhan had been hard at work at their daily routine, leaving him exhausted and a little sore(in the best ways), and he'd collapsed into sleep shortly after.
The odd thing was what woke him. It couldn't be dawn yet, but he could swear he heard something crying, and as much as he loved sleep, he couldn't ignore the obvious sounds of distress.
"Lan Zhan," he mumbles into his pillow- that is, his husband's chest- and reaches a weak arm to tap his shoulder.
"Wha' sat?" he adds with a yawn, trying ineffectually to detangle himself from the sheets.
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He gets up to check and finds a curious radish, a very large one at that, as the crying stops.
Then the radish rolls over before he can go pick it up, and wails.
What on earth?
From its neotenous features, Lan Wangji can tell it's a child, or it's done very well at hiding its adult features in order to trick those who come near it. He picks it up anyway to find that it has, oddly, dragon antlers and its arms are soft to the touch as its got its little hands balled in fists. "Shh, shh," he calls, and rocks the thing as he hasn't done for a long, long time.
He brings it over to their bed, looking rather confused.
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Lan Zhan is making quiet hushing sounds, and he fully expects a child when his husband returns to bed, but-
His brows knit together in sleepy concern.
"How did we get a baby um... radish... dragon?" he makes another tired whining noise, but reaches out his arms for the both of them. If he's going to deal with this insanity, he's at least going to cling to someone while he does it.
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"Look, Wei Ying," he says, as the radish coos and laughs and plops its way into Wei Ying's lap. "He has your smile."
But the rest of its features look distinctly like Lan Wangji, and even its mouth when it's pouting looks more like a Lan. Not to mention, Lan Wangji can feel how much he's already developing a paternal instinct for the little radish, and strokes its little baby cheek.
...Weirder things have happened.
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His smile?
It's not like Lan Zhan to joke, at least, not often and not in situations like this, and he looks up at his husband with a puzzled expression before laughing it off.
"Are you sure? If anything, I think he has your eyes," as if to prove it, he lifts the giggling creature up, comparing its little radish face with the one he'd slept beside.
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Oh.
That's... that's.
"Will you stay here with him?" he asks, discovering that the radish baby likes to be tickled on his lil radish palm. "I'll go inspect the origin of the vines."
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He bounces the child on his lap, yawning again, but the radish baby's laughter brings a smile to Wei Wuxian's face as well, and side by side like this, it's uncanny how similar they are.
"You don't believe I birthed this one too?" he asks Lan Zhan as much as the baby, as if it will answer, then copies the motion Lan Zhan had made earlier and tickles the radish's leafy palm.
"What shall we call you, hm?"
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He rips them out, because they're so invasive they've actually opened into their room. He pulls them, and then steps outside to dig up all the roots, tossing them into their trash as he comes back with water and potting soil for the radish baby.
"Perhaps he already has a name," he answers. He walks back over with his things, sprinkles a little water on their new radish baby, and waits for him to say something.
In the meantime...
He sits back down and kisses Wei Ying's cheek. "I'll make you breakfast," he offers, as he places his arm around Wei Ying and then by extension, also the small radish child as it coos up at them. "What would you like?"
The radish starts to make noises as if he's looking for some sort of nourishment, but can't explain what.
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