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“What did you do?” Jiang Cheng hissed at him, just barely low enough to not disturb the greeting ceremony.
Wei Wuxian acted nonchalant. “What do you mean?”
“Second Master Lan is glaring at us! We’ve only just arrived today, have you already managed to make him angry somehow?”
From where they were sitting, it was easy to see that Jiang Cheng was indeed right. On the other side of the room, sitting primly next to his uncle and brother, Lan Wangji was giving Wei Wuxian a cold, impenetrable look. There wasn’t a hint of an expression on his face, but the long lashes twitched very finely when their eyes met.
Wei Wuxian straightened almost involuntarily under such scrutiny but balanced the strange reflex with a lopsided grin. Lan Wangji’s gaze shifted, then, like the mere thought of answering the smile insulted him.
Jiang Cheng elbowed him lightly enough to not make him flinch, but he turned to pout at him anyway.
“What, I haven’t done anything,” Wei Wuxian rushed to defend himself. “It’s probably just that his stuffy Lan sensibilities are offended by my mere existence!”
This was obviously a lie, and from the scrunched eyebrows of his brother, Wei Wuxian could tell he wasn’t being believed. Which was, while fair, entirely unfraternal and also a bit of a dick move when Wei Wuxian was already being glared at anyway.
It wasn’t even that big of a stretch from the truth, really! Lan Wangji was just way too easy to offend!
He’d met the man only once before, during a conference a year back, where both he and Jiang Cheng were expected to do nothing but not embarrass their sect and maybe seem capable enough cultivators to boost Yunmeng Jiang’s credibility in the eyes of the other sects.
And it had been fine at first! Jiang Cheng had obviously done nothing but scowled at everything that moved, and since Wei Wuxian had been the one moving the most, it was mainly himself. But then the first night at the banquet Jiang Cheng had been whisked away by some smaller sect’s leader to evaluate the future head of the Jiang, and Wei Wuxian had been left to his own devices.
So he’d obviously taken the opportunity to sneak out because conferences were very boring and he wasn’t needed there anyway.
He’d of course taken his cup of alcohol with him. It didn’t do to walk around another sect’s premises without something to keep him hydrated! The cup was only his fourth that night, but he could admit to being a little bit tipsy since he stumbled into someone only a few corners away from the main hall.
And immediately spilled everything in the cup on the extremely clean, extremely pure white chest of the most beautiful man Wei Wuxian had ever seen.
The most beautiful and possibly the most devastatingly frigid. The elegant curve of the man’s mouth moved slightly downwards as he stared at the now ruined front of his formerly spotless robes. Then the pale gaze moved from the robes to Wei Wuxian, who was still stuck taking in the pretty face, his hold on the empty cup lax.
He defaulted immediately to nervous laughter. “Ah, sorry, sorry, who made these floors so silent, huh? Can’t hear anyone coming from around the corner!”
Wei Wuxian took his sleeve and started frantically pressing it against the wet spot with limited success in making it dryer. The man had stiffened into a statue.
“Don’t worry, we can still save your fancy robes! White, though, that’s too bad! Isn’t it a bit too tough to clean? Inconvenient color. This is why I prefer black, no one can see the stains,” he babbled. Absolutely nothing was happening to the patch of wetness. He needed a new plan.
The man was still struck speechless, but when Wei Wuxian went to open his outer layer to check the damage, he managed only to take a grasp of the neckline before strong hands encircled his wrists.
“What,” asked the man through gritted teeth, “are you doing?”
“Uh,” Wei Wuxian answered eloquently. “Taking off your robe?”
It almost looked like the man – Lan, the ‘straight from a funeral’ look was definitely theirs – had been punched in the throat, what with the way he only stared at Wei Wuxian wordlessly again. The grip on his wrists felt a bit too tight.
It was fair. Wei Wuxian had known this Lan cultivator for a minute, but he already felt bad for ruining his clothes. A man this beautiful was certainly not meant for walking around in stained robes.
“For cleaning purposes,” he added quickly, and also because he couldn’t help himself, continued with a wide grin: “Unless you were thinking of something else?”
If the look earlier had been cold, the one that replaced it was chilling to the bone. The man pulled Wei Wuxian’s grip smoothly, effortlessly off of his robe before just as quickly letting go and taking a step back.
“Pathetic,” was what the Lan said then, and with that, swiftly moved away from Wei Wuxian to the direction where he came from, probably to go and change his clothes.
Wei Wuxian was stuck staring after him, a little insulted. What, it had been an honest mistake! He’d tried to help clean the robes! It seemed that the people of the Lan sect truly were just as unyielding and humorless as he’d heard.
In any case, later he’d learned that the Lan cultivator was indeed the Second Master of the sect, peerless and esteemed Lan Wangji, infamous for being the type of stickler to rules that repelled people like Wei Wuxian out of principle.
The remainder of the conference he could feel Lan Wangji glaring at him from wherever he was in the room, somehow always finding him in the midst of people to direct his disapproval. Wei Wuxian only ever met these looks with a grin and a wave. He never got a wave back.
Anyway, a year later they had gotten an invitation to go and study in the Cloud Recesses. They were supposed to do that back during their teens, but the whole thing got postponed for reasons Wei Wuxian hadn’t been present to hear. The only thing that mattered anyway was that they were there now, twenty years of age and ready to learn the teaching of Gusu Lan.
And being glared at by Lan Wangji.
“That’s totally it,” Wei Wuxian said, giving Lan Wangji a long last look. He was very beautiful, even with the objectionable attitude.
He could feel Jiang Cheng rolling his eyes at him, but his brother did not comment on it further. They managed to stay quiet for the rest of the ceremony, then, although every now and then Wei Wuxian could feel a pair of pale eyes giving him a disdainful look.
He never caught that gaze again, though.
-
The Cloud Recesses were, while very pretty to look at, full of things that tried to actively make Wei Wuxian’s stay there miserable. Ranging from the three thousand rules to the bland food to Second Master Lan himself, nothing here was designed or desiring to make his stay more welcome.
The last one especially so.
Wei Wuxian really wasn’t one to hold on to grudges, so instead of avoiding Lan Wangji in their first class, he promptly landed himself next to the guy with an amicable smile, ready to start afresh. He did not get discouraged even when Lan Wangji’s perfectly straight posture straightened somehow further, his jaw squaring the tiniest bit like he was gritting his teeth.
“Look, ah, Wangji-xiong, I think we got off to a poor start,” he said, leaning his whole upper body on the table before him. “What do you say we try again?”
“Slouching is forbidden,” Lan Wangji replied without giving him a look, voice completely void of any kind of emotion.
Wei Wuxian, intent on making this work, pulled himself off the table. “I really am sorry for spilling that drink on you back then! I didn’t mean it, really, I didn’t see you coming!”
Lan Wangji kept his gaze pointed forward, like Wei Wuxian wasn’t even there, and did not say a word. He’d certainly heard of this quirk of Second Master Lan’s, the way he would not spare a word lest it be with a purpose, but wasn’t it a little bit stuck-up to not even answer to an apology?
“Aiyo, who would’ve thought the famed Hanguang-jun was this unyielding?” he whined. “I only spilled some wine, what’s the big deal about that?”
“Not only,” said Lan Wangji, and Wei Wuxian perked up a little for getting an answer, finally.
“What, the bigger wrong I committed was to try and help you clean it? That makes no sense.”
Lan Wangji sent him a glare, but just as quickly cast his eyes. Wei Wuxian was going to continue pressing it, but then the lecture started, and if there had been ever a question of the relation between Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren, there certainly wasn’t after the hour spent in the same space. Rule-sticklers, both uncle and the nephew, unlike any other.
The first class set the course for the upcoming weeks. Wei Wuxian would try to befriend Lan Wangji, who seemed to have decided, for no reason whatsoever, to make himself as un-befriend-able as possible. Each time Wei Wuxian approached him, the man either walked past without so much as a glance his way, or even better, completely turned around and walked off in another direction.
Wei Wuxian would wave over the courtyard, and get nothing but a glower back. He would sit next to Lan Wangji in the class, and Lan Wangji would lean ever so slightly away from him. Each time he called out ‘Lan Wangji! Wangji-xiong! Er-gege!’ he’d barely get a reaction at all.
Well, ‘Er-gege’ got Lan Wangji to snap his brush in half the first time he did it, but after that, it was like Wei Wuxian didn’t exist for a day and a half what with the lack of response to anything he said.
Maybe he wouldn’t have been so insisted about this, had it not been for the fact that Wei Wuxian both really liked a challenge, and also found Lan Wangji the most intriguing person he’d met in a while. It was obvious why there was so much high praise for Lan Wangji in the cultivation world. Everything from his face to his manners to his skills in cultivation was outstanding.
And then there was the sparring practice. The classes they were attending were mostly made to deepen their understanding of cultivation, something to add on top of the comprehensive education all of them no doubt already had. Sparring classes for the visiting cultivators were less classes and more just practice duels, something to do to show off more than anything.
Everyone had heard of the skill of the Second Jade of Lan: he was as prominent as a swordsman as he was beautiful. So, unrealistically. And when no one else in the practice field dared to approach Lan Wangji, he had no choice other than to accept Wei Wuxian’s challenge, and then they fought.
For hours. At the point where others were stopping, Wei Wuxian had only barely managed to control his exhilaration, the laughter dying off and only leaving behind brightness in his eyes and fire in his veins that Lan Wangji seemed to match up perfectly, even though it didn’t show outwardly.
No one had ever been able to beat Wei Wuxian. They were so evenly matched that when Lan Wangji did so, it was mostly because after sparring for so long, Wei Wuxian had started throwing small little quips at Lan Wangji in the heat of the moment. Something about his sword technique. It was funny until Lan Wangji knocked his sword out of his hand with what looked like a concentrated moment of pure rage.
Wei Wuxian gasped for breath, cheeks red, grinning. Lan Wangji was breathing heavily as well, though what was heavy breathing for him was mostly what it sounded like when a regular person breathed at all.
In any case, Lan Wangji’s opinion of him didn’t seem to change after that, but Wei Wuxian’s insistence on them becoming friends was even greater.
It only made sense, right? Lan Wangji might have been the world’s biggest stick-in-the-mud, but Wei Wuxian found it all the more rewarding to tease him for it. Lan Wangji didn’t pay anyone extra attention – his personal space extended to so far that it was a miracle anyone could ever pass him without feeling awkward about it.
And Lan Wangji especially wouldn’t have paid Wei Wuxian any extra attention here, had it not been for Wei Wuxian’s efforts. Back in the conference, where Wei Wuxian had committed his grave error of ruining Lan Wangji’s robes, those eyes had zeroed in on him wherever he went.
Here, Lan Wangji would not look at him, unless Wei Wuxian forced him to. By calling his name, by being a nuisance.
He just really wanted Lan Wangji to look at him. Notice him.
It was only expected, right? They were equals in cultivation. And Lan Wangji would not acknowledge that without Wei Wuxian’s help, so that’s what he did! They’d both had fun sparring, hadn’t they? Hadn’t they both felt the physicality of it, the push and the pull and the adrenaline?
Wei Wuxian had been left gasping, absolutely inspired, an d he just needed to show Lan Wangji what he was missing when he didn’t consider Wei Wuxian someone to esteem. Someone to look at.
-
It should have probably come to Wei Wuxian as no surprise that he was not the only one desperate for Lan Wangji’s attention. Ah, well, desperate was the wrong word for it, maybe. He just hadn’t thought that the guy who was engaged to his Shijie would be the one Lan Wangji would rather spend his time with, which made it all the more unpleasant when it started to seem like it.
After a few weeks of getting mostly ignored by the man, Wei Wuxian had begun to become a little apprehensive about his strategy. He was going nowhere with it, and Lan Wangji was hardly breathing in his direction, and while they were going to be here for another six months still, it felt like way too little time if this was the pace with which they were progressing.
So he was already pretty annoyed about that, and then the Peacock had gone and challenged Lan Wangji before Wei Wuxian managed, because he’d accidentally slept in and Jiang Cheng had not been gracious enough to wake him up. Now all he could do was to watch Jin Zixuan politely ask for public humiliation in the form of a duel against the Second Jade of Lan.
Lan Wangji’s eyes passed briefly on Wei Wuxian before he nodded to Jin Zixuan. They moved a little off from others and started.
It wasn’t like they weren’t allowed to practice sword fighting every day, but Lan Wangji showed up only every now and then, probably because of the amount of duties he had. They’d fought four times, even with their wins and losses, and Wei Wuxian had been thrilled for the chance to win one over him. It was a grave injustice that Jin Zixuan, of all people, would steal this from him.
“What are you glaring at the Peacock for? Didn’t you promise A-jie you wouldn’t cause trouble?” Jiang Cheng asked as if he himself hadn’t given the guy the exact same look before. Wei Wuxian scoffed.
“I’m not going to do anything,” he said. “I just find it weird that Lan Wangji would spar with someone who isn’t evenly matched with him. What a waste of time.”
“Jin Zixuan asked. Was he supposed to refuse?” Jiang Cheng looked at him like he was an idiot.
“He can do what he wants.”
“Right.” He sounded unimpressed. “It’s not like you care.”
“I don’t,” Wei Wuxian replied primly. “I just think that the Peacock is a waste of time.”
He wasn’t wrong, and Jiang Cheng should’ve agreed with him about that. They’d both heard the guy calling Yanli-jie average that one time three and a half years ago during a conference in Lanling.
There was something sharp in the gaze of his brother, who, in the end, only shook his head at him.
Wei Wuxian decidedly ignored him. Just because the Peacock seemed to have since grown to have the appropriate reaction to Shijie’s existence (immense adoration) didn’t mean he was forgiven. This only added to his crimes.
Wei Wuxian sparred with three other disciples that time, serious cultivators from the Nie sect who did not go easy on him. During the second spar, he actually managed to forget the irritation. Sparring was always kind of fun, wasn’t it? He got to show off a little, too, unlike with Lan Wangji, with whom his full attention was always completely on the fight, on trying to keep up.
He made the conscious decision not to look over at Lan Wangji and the Peacock and focused fully on his own fights. During his last spar he was actually enjoying himself enough that at a particularly clever move, he couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of him, unrestrained and bright.
A sound – people gasping? – made him turn his attention back to Lan Wangji and Jin Zixuan’s fight, just in time to see Lan Wangji righting himself from what must’ve been a misstep, and block Jin Zixuan’s strike just in time. Had something happened? Lan Wangji was the least sloppy fighter there was. He did not falter in his moves or get distracted –
Unlike Wei Wuxian, who had to do a quick swerve to avoid the sword of his own opponent. The displeasure was back, though. How come Jin Zixuan had gotten Lan Wangji to stumble? Jin Zixuan wasn’t a bad cultivator by any means, even he could admit that, but to pull ahead in a fight with Lan Wangji?
Wei Wuxian finished his own very quickly after that. When he turned to glance over where Lan Wangji and Jin Zixuan were, the irritation doubled. Lan Wangji’s hand was extended for the Peacock, helping him up from the ground, the clear winner of the fight extending courtesy. Something twisted in the bottom of Wei Wuxian’s stomach at the sight.
He did not dwell on it. It was childish to get hung up on disappointment, and there really wasn’t all that much rational reason for Wei Wuxian to be feeling much of anything about today. So he refused to dwell on it.
-
He was still not dwelling on it later that day, on his way to the cold spring, that Lan Xichen had courteously mentioned to him. Apparently Lans used the spring for healing purposes, and since they had spent most of the morning waving their swords around, Lan Xichen felt it was only proper for Wei Wuxian to go and make use of it to relax his sore muscles.
Wei Wuxian, who had grown up swimming, gladly took the opportunity to go splash around for a moment. Jiang Cheng was seemingly annoyed with him for some reason and had grabbed Nie Huaisang with him on his way away from Wei Wuxian. And Lan Wangji was nowhere to be seen.
Except that when Wei Wuxian found his way to the spring, he saw it already occupied.
His mouth went weirdly dry as he took in the scene. Lan Wangji, back to him, half-submerged in the water. His long black hair cascaded down the broad shoulders, passing his lean waist and touching the water in a silky curtain. His skin looked soft and smooth and so white Wei Wuxian wondered whether even the sun felt too much respect towards Lan Wangji to touch him like that.
And, ah, Lan Wangji was naked. Of course. His robes were neatly folded on a rock nearby, not a cloth out of place.
Wei Wuxian might’ve let out a tiny little strangled sound when he’d noticed Lan Wangji, and the man turned to him immediately. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of him.
“Hi,” said Wei Wuxian. “Is it very cold in there?”
“Get out,” Lan Wangji snapped, the prude.
Ah, such a familiar tone. Wei Wuxian felt immediately better, even in the face of Lan Wangji’s nakedness. He didn’t see anything below – ah. He didn’t see anything improper. He was fine. Besides, weren’t they both men? Wei Wuxian had grown in Yunmeng, where the disciples frequently went out swimming together without any clothes on whatsoever.
Why should this time have been any different?
“But I just got here, Er-gege,” he replied, smiling widely. “Your brother offered to let me in, so how could I have refused?”
“…” Lan Wangji only looked at him warily, like expecting him to do something stupid.
Wei Wuxian kept smiling and started disrobing. Lan Wangji’s eyes widened further. “What are you doing?”
“Taking my clothes off,” Wei Wuxian said. “Am I supposed to swim while wearing three layers, ah? Don’t be unreasonable, Wangji-xiong.”
Lan Wangji’s lips were slightly parted like he was searching for an argument, but since there was none, he was forced to just stare. His eyes flitted to his own pile of robes, and seemingly having made a decision, started moving towards them.
Wei Wuxian stopped on his last robe at that, white and thin enough to be almost see-through, and groaned at Lan Wangji. “Aiyo, we can share, you don’t need to leave!”
“Improper,” Lan Wangji said shortly, voice tight.
“What’s improper about this,” Wei Wuxian protested. “Aren’t we both men? You’re really treating me too coldly!”
Lan Wangji was now close enough for the water to reach his hips, only barely hiding his virtue. Wei Wuxian looked shamelessly, which the other clearly noted, as he was back to glaring and gritting his teeth. “Do not look.”
Pursing his lips, Wei Wuxian cast his eyes. To the pile of robes. “Fine, I won’t look.”
He then snatched the clothes from the rock where Lan Wangji had neatly placed them, to the clear outrage of the other.
“Wei Wuxian! What are you doing?” he hissed.
To be honest, Wei Wuxian wasn’t entirely sure. He just knew that if Lan Wangji took the clothes, he would leave immediately without giving Wei Wuxian another glance. And Lan Wangji had ignored him already once today, and wasn’t it just a little bit unfair that all of Wei Wuxian’s attempts at being friendly with him were met with hostility? Wasn’t Lan Wangji being a little bit unreasonable right now?
“I’m helping you with your clothes,” Wei Wuxian stated, though at the same time he was taking a step back. “What did you think I was doing?”
“Lying is forbidden.” Lan Wangji’s voice could’ve frosted over the whole spring. “Give them to me.”
“Come get them.”
He looked at Lan Wangji again, and the absolute fury in the man’s eyes made something warm flood in the bottom of Wei Wuxian’s stomach. He swallowed dryly, before flashing his best grin. “Unless you’re too afraid to?”
No answer, though that was expected. Lan Wangji might’ve gotten easily frustrated with him, but he wasn’t a child.
Still. Wei Wuxian had come all the way here to soak in the spring, and now Lan Wangji didn’t even want to share it with him? After being so cold towards him the whole day, this was how he was going to act even now?
Was Wei Wuxian really in the wrong for wanting to get a bit of a reaction? Boring, unyielding Lan Zhan had been so mean to him. Wei Wuxian just wanted to get a reaction. Just a little reaction.
“You know what, Lan Zhan?” he said, voice very light. “You’re right. I’m sorry I bothered you like this – I should leave you to it!”
And then he took a step back, still holding Lan Zhan’s clothes. Clearly ready to take them with him, leaving Lan Zhan here without anything to cover himself with. Of course he wouldn’t really do it, but the way Lan Zhan’s eyes widened ever so slightly, his whole body froze in place so that the only moving parts were the drops of water streaming thinly down his pecs, abdomen, hips, told him that Lan Zhan didn’t know that.
Another step back, the grin wide on his face. “Unless you really want me to join you after all?”
Oh, that was fury. Lan Wangji merely glared at him for one, two, three heartbeats, but when Wei Wuxian was taking his third step back, there was a splash of water, and he was being tackled. He hit the ground in an embarrassingly clumsy tangle of limbs.
And Lan Wangji was on top of him. Between his open legs. Crushing him to the ground with more weight than Wei Wuxian could’ve ever guessed, although now that he’d seen the amount of muscle his body possessed, it shouldn’t have been so big of a surprise.
Ah. And Lan Wangji was naked still, of course. The only thing separating their bare skins from each other was the flimsy piece of white under robe that was now wet with the water that Lan Wangji’s body carried from the spring. Freezing, and wet, and sticking to Wei Wuxian’s skin, hiding nothing.
“Lan Zhan!” he gasped, eyes wide. The other looked much the same, face so close to him, like only now realizing his own actions.
“I –“ Lan Wangji tried, though Wei Wuxian gathered his wits before him, and in an effort to get the man off of him, threw the robes still in his hands away.
Their eyes followed the fabric flying, but as it hit the ground a little way off from them, Lan Wangji did not shoot up and after them. He was there, frozen, on top of Wei Wuxian, whose stomach was so full of that embarrassing, squirmy warmth he didn’t know what to do.
Lan Wangji smelled good, and despite the coldness of the spring water, his body was starting to feel especially hot against him. Wei Wuxian didn’t – mean to squirm, but he did, and then, in surprise, Lan Wangji’s body responded by pressing him tighter against, the ground, and –
They were not wearing clothes! His body reacted on its own, by waking up this certain member of his, and suddenly the whole thing got multiple times more humiliating than it had been. Lan Wangji’s eyes were widened, body stiffening completely as he felt Wei Wuxian’s, uh, growing problem between them.
Lan Wangji was gaping at him, and before Wei Wuxian had the time to start spouting out excuses, he felt an answering twitch from where Lan Wangji’s dick was resting against him. The size of the thing was what made Wei Wuxian immediately feel dizzy. That couldn’t have been his dick, surely? That was the size of Wei Wuxian’s forearm! Was Second Master Lan truly so blessed in all areas of life?
Despite the mortification, he glanced down, and yes, yes, those were definitely their hard dicks poking at each other’s stomachs, although there was still the paper-thin, wet robe between them.
Wei Wuxian’s head felt kind of foggy. He swallowed, feeling Lan Wangji’s eyes moving to follow the motion. And then it dropped to where Wei Wuxian’s hardened nipples were standing up against the transparent fabric. He might’ve blamed that for the cold if it weren’t for the obvious arousal.
“What are you –?” he started to ask, but then Lan Wangji’s hand was opening the collar of his robe, freeing his chest, and then – pinching the nipple. Wei Wuxian would’ve squawked in indignation, but instead, he let out a frankly embarrassing sound. It might’ve been a moan.
Lan Wangji gave the same treatment to his other nipple, and what – why was Wei Wuxian’s body responding to this? He felt himself hardening further. He bucked his hips up, meeting Lan Wangji’s as he grind down. A shock of pleasure went immediately through him. The color of his face must’ve matched the ribbon holding his hair.
Lan Wangji’s face looked unperturbed, but his eyes were so dark they must’ve been all pupil at this point.
“Wangji-xiong,” Wei Wuxian gasped, bursts of warmth shocking him each time Lan Wangji moved against him. “What are you doing?”
Lan Wangji’s breath was hot against his face, and when their eyes met, for a second, Lan Wangji seemed like he was going to answer. But then instead he merely leaned down, smashing their lips together into a mess of a kiss that made Wei Wuxian let out another one of those noises, deep from his chest, muffled against wet lips.
His first kiss. His first kiss and it was with –
He wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, hand finding its way to his silky hair, opening his legs further to give Lan Wangji more room, and Lan Wangji rewarded him by pushing his tongue into his mouth, licking inside in a motion that reminded Wei Wuxian of – ah –
His face was burning, and the same burn was apparent in his lower body as well. Strong hands were tearing his robe open, carelessly, like in a rush, like if Lan Wangji didn’t get him completely naked in seconds he would surely die.
There was wetness spreading between them, and Wei Wuxian wasn’t stupid, he’d seen those white pearls slowly spilling before, during late nights when he tried being quiet while touching himself, but the moment Lan Wangji’s hand wrapped around his hardness, it felt like nothing he’d ever felt before, and it seemed like he was already spilling much more than he would usually alone.
It was overwhelming. And then Lan Wangji’s hand left his cock, slipped between his legs, down and, –
“Ah – ha, Lan Wangji, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian groaned against his lips, and Lan Zhan pulled back enough to look at him. His own wide eyes met the other’s, completely unreadable, while Lan Zhan’s long fingers were rubbing against his entrance, slightly pushing, maybe about to slip in.
“What are you doing?” he asked again, the words coming out in one desperate breath. All of his nerves were now focused on the pressure of Lan Wangji’s fingers slowly dipping inside him.
“You do not know?” Lan Wangji asked, mouth still so close to him, surprise in his voice.
Wei Wuxian felt embarrassed again. He didn’t mean – of course he knew! Obviously he knew what they were doing, he just wasn’t sure how Lan Wangji knew that this – that he could just – that his fingers would feel –
He let out a sort, tense burst of laughter, almost haughty. “I know! Do you know?”
The color of Lan Wangji’s eyes, if possible, darkened even further. The gentleness of his fingers prying Wei Wuxian open was gone, and instead, the movement became rough and fast. He stared at Wei Wuxian’s face while fingering him, watched as his mouth opened to another helpless moan, more wetness spilling from the head of Wei Wuxian’s cock.
“I know,” Lan Wangji said, voice low. It sent pleasant chills down Wei Wuxian’s spine.
The fingers left him, to his disappointment, but it took no time for gracious Second Master Lan to maneuver Wei Wuxian into another position, one where he was basically bent in half, knees over Lan Zhan’s broad shoulders. It was obvious why Lan Zhan had done this, yet still, when the head of Lan Wangji’s dick poked at him, Wei Wuxian took in a sharp breath.
“Wei Wuxian?” asked Lan Wangji.
“A-hah, Lan Zhan, you’re doing this to me and you’re still calling me so unfamiliarly? Give me some face,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Or what, are you waiting for me to give you permission to go on?”
The answering silence was enough of a reply. Despite the overwhelming need in him, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but snort. “Lan Zhan, ah, just do it!”
He was being kissed again, though this time almost chastely. In stark comparison to what was happening below their waists: Lan Zhan’s inhumanly huge cock sinking into him, slowly enough to not completely break Wei Wuxian, but still going inside of him, making room in him, filling him.
It was overwhelming on every level. He moaned into the kiss, head swimming in pain and pleasure alike, Lan Zhan’s hands on his hips, gripping him like he wouldn’t care if Wei Wuxian was to break under his strength. Lan Zhan’s whole body was shivering once he bottomed out, like it took all of his effort to not just fuck him.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian groaned, “Lan Zhan, won’t you move? You’re already inside, it’s too good, you’re too good, I’ll go crazy if you don’t!”
Obedient as ever. Lan Zhan pulled almost entirely out before thrusting back in, hips slamming against his like he wouldn’t mind making Wei Wuxian unable to walk for the next week. Wei Wuxian’s entire body was suffused with heat and the desperate need to keep Lan Zhan there between his legs, ruthlessly fucking inside of him like Wei Wuxian was something to use.
The sounds they made were obscene, skin slapping against skin, wetness rubbing between them, Wei Wuxian’s breathy moans, and Lan Zhan’s heavy breathing that he was clearly trying to control – for whose benefit? There was no one here. No one else would hear Wei Wuxian losing his virginity on the forest floor.
“D-does it feel good? Am I tight?” he asked, once Lan Zhan’s lips moved to his jaw, to his neck, where they kissed and sucked and bit unblemished skin without remorse.
He did not get a reply, but the thrusts became harsher, more erratic.
“Lan Zhan, how does it feel to – h-ah – to fuck me? Did you think about it before? Have you watched me and thought about it?”
Wei Wuxian didn’t think so – of course Lan Zhan wouldn’t, he was too pure for that, too virtuous for such things. And Lan Zhan did not answer, just gripped Wei Wuxian tighter, sure to leave marks. Wei Wuxian met his thrusts with his hips, barely able to match them in ferocity.
“I bet you have,” he lied. “I bet every time you glared at me these past weeks, you just wanted me on your cock, moaning and writhing and calling your name, Lan Zhan, Lan Zh – mmph!”
His mouth was full of tongue again, Lan Zhan evidently done with his teasing. The man was not saving his energy. Wei Wuxian’s bottom felt sore already, abused to the limit, and he was so hard it would not take long for him to finish, but he didn’t want it to end.
It felt too good, having Lan Zhan inside of him, close to him, paying attention to him. Watching him.
But this was his first time, and his endurance showed that. It didn’t take long until Wei Wuxian came. And when he did, Lan Zhan’s eyes were on him, taking him in. Unreadable, but the depth of them endless. There wasn’t color anywhere on his face still, anywhere but the tips of his ears, around his eyes, on his lips.
Wei Wuxian watched him when Lan Zhan followed him over the edge, the little gasp that escaped him, the stuttering of his hips. Really, too beautiful, his Lan Zhan.
His heartbeat was thundering. Lan Zhan pulled out gingerly almost immediately after coming, rolling off Wei Wuxian and letting the cold air get to him. Slowly, they were both coming off the high of their little tryst, the reality of the situation creeping in.
Ah. If Wei Wuxian were less shameless, he would’ve probably died of mortification just about now. What had he been thinking, provoking Lan Zhan like that? From the corner of his eye, he could see the stiffness of the other, the discomfort.
Lan Zhan was not the type of person to touch people. Not even casually. So to do this with Wei Wuxian – how far over the line had he truly been pushed? Lan Zhan did not like Wei Wuxian, that much was obvious. But he’d – he’d liked Wei Wuxian’s body, right? He had left behind handprints on his waist, his hips, the love bites on his neck, his spend between his legs.
And he had looked at Wei Wuxian, finally.
Lan Zhan was the upright type of person who would certainly feel guilty about it, too. He would definitely sacrifice his own comfort and happiness, thinking he had done irreparable damage to the other person, having taken their virtue.
Wei Wuxian could still fix this.
“Wei Ying–” Lan Zhan started, voice a little bit hoarse. Wei Wuxian turned his face towards him, smiling.
“Aiyah, let me guess. You’ll take responsibility?” He snorted softly, putting on an air of nonchalance. “Don’t worry about it too much, Lan Zhan! We’re both men, right? Sometimes men do these kinds of things with their friends, so you definitely shouldn’t worry about it!”
He pulled himself upwards, and ah, his ass was definitely sore. Lan Zhan was way too strong. The flush over his cheeks intensified at the thought of that, the strength that had just been applied to keeping him still while the man in question had his way with him.
“They do?” Lan Zhan asked flatly, and when Wei Wuxian glanced at him, there was no visible emotion on his face.
“Definitely,” Wei Wuxian rushed to assure. “I would know!”
Having been a virgin an hour ago, Wei Wuxian definitely wouldn’t know, but he wasn’t going to reveal that. Lan Zhan’s face twitched weirdly at that, his hand clutching at air and then releasing.
“I see.”
Then Lan Zhan was up, walking to his own clothes, and at the sight of his bare skin, Wei Wuxian was reminded of his own nakedness. They got dressed in slightly awkward silence. Wei Wuxian used the remains of his under robe to wipe himself clean, though he’d have to bathe immediately once he got back to his room.
Once they were done, Wei Wuxian flashed Lan Zhan a final smile. “Well. Um. Thanks for that?”
Lan Zhan’s answering nod was jerky. He did not meet Wei Wuxian’s gaze again, and then he was already turning away. Somehow, that made Wei Wuxian feel a little bit empty inside.
But he wasn’t a heartbroken maiden, nor did he feel that any virtue of his had been sullied. So he followed Lan Zhan out of the cold spring and waved him goodbye when their paths separated.
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He was limping the next day. He probably should’ve guessed, considering the fact that Lan Wangji’s dick was a size designed to do nothing but inspire astonishment and insecurity in fellow men, and also the fact that Wei Wuxian had had his first time in the woods, against the ground, with a man he’d enraged into having sex with him.
Lan Zhan had indeed left his body full of marks, both small and big. He would’ve been more concerned about that had he not been mostly kind of smug. It wasn’t that he thought bullying Lan Zhan into having him wasn’t a little morally questionable, but it was Lan Zhan, and for an hour, he’d had his full attention.
And it had felt good. Both the attention and the physical act of it. He felt himself flushing red every time he thought about it.
Lan Zhan looked exactly the same, sitting next to him in the classroom. Uncaring of Wei Wuxian’s presence, hardly nodding at him when he greeted him good morning. In fact, it almost felt like Lan Zhan was even more distant today than before, if possible.
His profile was beautiful. Wei Wuxian’s eyes lingered on the lips that had only the day before licked into his mouth, marked his neck, told him in a deep voice that Lan Zhan knew what he was doing.
His hands were resting in his lap, long fingers primly placed against his thighs. Those fingers had done absolutely filthy things to Wei Wuxian yesterday; now they looked like the hands of someone proper, who only used them on guqin strings and cultivation.
Someone cleared their throat, and Wei Wuxian snapped out of it, turning to Jiang Cheng, who was looking at him with squinted eyes like there was something seriously mentally wrong with him. Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrows at him. “What?”
“Stop being weird,” Jiang Cheng hissed quietly. “Can’t you see Lan Wangji’s in a bad mood already?”
Was he? Now that Wei Wuxian took another look, he might’ve allowed that yes, Lan Zhan’s eyebrows were in that position that made his face look extra mean.
He would’ve normally noticed that immediately – especially before Jiang Cheng – but today he’d been. Ah. Distracted.
“I’m not going to bother him,” Wei Wuxian said, and his shidi threw him back one of those looks that told him no one here believed his bullshit.
But that was when Lan Qiren marched into the room, and everyone’s focus turned into approximating a proper Lan posture and an act of attentiveness. Lan Zhan didn’t even have to try. Wei Wuxian, for his part, very much did.
He managed, for a while at least. At some point his position became uncomfortable, and he moved just a tiny bit, but then his sore ass just kind of twinged and he couldn’t hide the little flinch. Lan Zhan’s hands twitched in his lap. Lan Qiren finished his sentence before turning to look at Wei Wuxian with barely concealed annoyance.
“Sit still,” came the command, and Wei Wuxian tried very hard after that.
Only, now Lan Qiren was already kind of miffed with him, so the next time he walked past Wei Wuxian while lecturing, the man side-eyed him even harder than usual. From a high angle, which meant that he saw into the collar of Wei Wuxian’s robes.
Lan Qiren stopped mid-sentence this time, clearly out of words. Wei Wuxian was acutely aware of what he saw: a previously untouched neck now mottled with hickeys and bite marks. Wei Wuxian would’ve felt proud about them if the situation hadn’t spelled danger to him.
“Wei Wuxian,” said Lan Qiren, clearly through gritted teeth.
Wei Wuxian turned to him with a neutral face, aiming to act clueless. He blinked once, twice. Lan Qiren, clearly as prone to embarrassment as the children he’d raised, could only glare at him, until spitting out: “You will stay after class.”
The one who had put the marks there did not say anything to this, but Wei Wuxian could see his hands clasping the fabric over his knees before relaxing again. Wei Wuxian nodded, already dreading what was to come.
Somehow, Lan Qiren’s usually dry, dawdling class was over in an instant now that Wei Wuxian so desperately needed it to continue on forever. Sooner than he’d hoped for, other people started escaping the room, Jiang Cheng sending him one last look of exasperation before disappearing behind the corner.
Wei Wuxian sat uncomfortably still and waited for his death sentence.
“Wangji,” Lan Qiren said, as Lan Zhan made to follow the rest, and a part of Wei Wuxian froze in terror. No way. No way was that apparent just from seeing the marks!
“Uncle,” Lan Zhan replied, completely normally, like the situation wasn’t terrifying on multiple levels.
“Wait outside by the door,” was what Lan Qiren said, in the end. Wei Wuxian, relieved to the point of wanting to cry, happily let go of the fear of Lan Qiren offing him in the back of the mountain for sullying Lan Zhan’s virtue.
Lan Zhan nodded without casting him a look, and then he was left alone with Lan Qiren.
Who only stared.
Wei Wuxian, ever shameless, stared back. As long as Lan Qiren didn’t accuse him of anything, he had a chance. If he played his cards right, he might even –
“Promiscuity is forbidden,” Lan Qiren said in a very typical Lan fashion.
Wei Wuxian swallowed. Nodded. “Okay.”
They were left in silence again. Lan Qiren was clearly trying to make him confess to his sins with his glare, but Wei Wuxian had grown desensitized to that particular look after having gotten it from Madam Yu for twenty years and now from Lan Zhan for about a month.
“Am I free to go, or…?” Wei Wuxian asked after the silence had gone on for an uncomfortably long time.
“No,” Lan Qiren snapped. Then, clearly determined to go through with the conversation, asked: “What are the marks on your neck?”
Wei Wuxian bit the inside of his cheek. Cleared his throat. “I fell.”
The look he was leveled with was so unimpressed Wei Wuxian had to continue: “Multiple times. There were small rocks.”
Lan Qiren raised his hand in a clear order to stop, the other one going up to pinch the bridge of his nose while his eyes fell shut. Old man Qiren truly was one of those people whose constitution could not tolerate much exposure to Wei Wuxian.
“Enough. You will be issued a punishment,” the man stated, then called out: “Wangji, come in.”
To Wei Wuxian’s left, a flash of white. Lan Zhan moved like a ghost, making no noise whatsoever.
“Wei Wuxian, you are to copy the rules of our sect thrice,” Lan Qiren said, tone unyielding. “Except for section twelve, which you are going to copy ten times. Wangji will oversee your punishment.”
Lan Zhan, the absolute demon, did not even flinch at this. Wei Wuxian was fighting between wailing out the misery of having to spend most of his free time in the library and holding in the hysterical laughter about Lan Qiren sending him to do punishment over deeds of promiscuity that he very much practiced with the guy who was supposed to enforce said punishment.
“You may go.”
They bowed before hastily making their escape. Well, Wei Wuxian made a hasty escape. Lan Zhan swanned out of the room like his conscience was clear and nothing of this situation smelled of irony.
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They didn’t start the punishment immediately. Lan Zhan apparently needed a day or two to delegate his other regular tasks, which to Wei Wuxian sounded much like an excuse to just go and avoid him for a while. At least that’s what it felt like: he saw Lan Zhan nowhere but during class, and when that was over, Lan Zhan disappeared as fast as the rules allowed.
That usually meant power-walking instead of running.
Wei Wuxian didn’t really mind. Well, he minded a little, in a way where he was very conscious of the way his golden core quickly healed any sign of their little encounter by the cold spring. He was allowed to be weird about it. It had been his first time.
He hadn’t – Wei Wuxian didn’t regret it. He didn’t think there was anyone in the world he would’ve rather – ah. Well. Wei Wuxian just had a bit of a romantic streak, and he had perhaps saved his first kiss for twenty years, and now it was over and he had slept with a person as well, and that – he himself had denied the possibility of Lan Zhan taking responsibility.
He didn’t want to trap Lan Zhan in a loveless marriage just because he had some funny little notions about love and physicality. And just because he thought that Lan Zhan was amazing and beautiful and so much fun to get riled up, didn’t mean he wanted to marry him.
It just meant that he had a conflicting set of interests.
Now, a few days later, sitting on the other side of the desk from Lan Zhan, he really felt those interests conflicting. Lan Zhan’s eyes were on the paper before him, the brush in his hand drawing the neatest characters anyone in the cultivation world had ever seen, and Wei Wuxian wanted nothing more than for Lan Zhan to pay attention to him.
Wei Wuxian had no trouble sitting, now. He did not ache in strange places anymore, and the skin of his throat was sun-kissed and even in its color. No sign of Lan Zhan left.
He did not know what Lan Zhan thought about the whole thing. Lan Zhan wasn’t especially talkative on a good day about the things he was passionate about. And this was an uncomfortable topic for someone so upright. Wei Wuxian wished he wasn’t so eager to push.
“What are you writing?” he asked when it got obvious that Lan Zhan wouldn’t glance up just because Wei Wuxian kept staring.
Lan Zhan calmly lifted his brush, dipped it in the ink, wiped the excess, and continued on to the next character. “I am copying the sect rules.”
The sect rules? Now that Wei Wuxian looked, they had the same scrolls open. He frowned. “Why?”
“Punishment for promiscuity,” Lan Zhan explained in a tone of voice that was probably meant to imply that Wei Wuxian was being daft.
He laughed despite himself. Wasn’t it just so typical of Lan Zhan? He’d deemed himself guilty as well, so he was doing the same punishment. What a riot it must’ve been to raise him. Lan Zhan had probably sent himself to his room when he’d acted badly as a kid.
“You are really way too good,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “How are you going to explain that to Lan Qiren if he sees it?”
Lan Zhan was quiet for a moment. “Uncle would not question it.”
“What? Because he knows it was you who ravaged me?”
The thought was absolutely terrifying, but clearly wrong, as Lan Zhan set his brush aside and turned to look at him with a line between his brows. “It is writing practice.”
“Ah. Haha. Right.” Wei Wuxian glanced at his own paper, which looked much like a crow had been first stepping on a pool of ink and then on his paper.
It wasn’t that Wei Wuxian couldn’t write. He invented talismans, he knew the importance of a character drawn correctly. But three thousand rules was a lot, and Wei Wuxian’s hand was already tired.
“Ravaged,” Lan Zhan said, then, pulling Wei Wuxian’s attention back to him. There was something difficult in the shape of Lan Zhan’s expression.
“What? Ah, yeah.” He thought back to the feeling of teeth against his pulse. “Who would’ve thought Hanguang-jun was such a beast, ah? I was barely able to walk afterward…”
Instead of the usual glare, Lan Zhan’s face turned closed off. “I hurt you.”
“Huh? No, what, it wasn’t like that,” Wei Wuxian rushed to say if only to wipe away that look on the other’s face. “Stop looking at me like that, I’m not a porcelain doll, Lan Zhan. I won’t break if you rough me up a little.”
There was an almost imperceptible release of tension in the line of Lan Zhan’s shoulders. Relieved, Wei Wuxian continued: “And besides, I’ve been handled much rougher than that before!”
This, for a reason Wei Wuxian couldn’t immediately pinpoint, was the wrong thing to say. The worst thing to say, in fact. Suddenly the tentative experiment in honest conversation about the whole thing was finished before it truly even started, and Lan Wangji turned into the unreachable, glaring jade statue he had been throughout most of their acquaintance.
And then it dawned on Wei Wuxian. How his statement could be interpreted. A flush spread on his cheeks, but Lan Zhan had thankfully already moved his attention back to his work on the table, clearly unwilling to engage with the conversation further.
Lan Zhan thought he was, what, loose? Promiscuous? Someone who was used to a little bit of manhandling, so it wouldn’t matter to him how mean Lan Zhan got when they were together like that?
Second Master Lan truly had a tendency to jump to the worst possible conclusion about him, hadn’t he? But then, Wei Wuxian really liked it when he was angry. Lan Zhan was just so untouchable that seeing him like this, lips in a tight line and eyes full of fury, made Wei Wuxian’s heartbeat speed up.
Lan Zhan looked at him, then. Whenever he was angry.
The library was silent this time of the day. Lans were morning people, so the evenings were the time when the library was at its emptiest. Hardly anyone ever even came to this section, in any case. It was a room for copying scripts, which was mostly used as a punishment.
Wei Wuxian, suddenly brimming with new thrill, leaned a little over the desk. Just enough to get his posture a bit more relaxed, but not enough that Lan Zhan would immediately admonish him about it. He tugged gently at his own collar, loosening the neckline.
It wasn’t unusual for his robes to be tied like that. Sloppy. Showing a little bit of collarbone, if one were to look from the right angle. Wei Wuxian was far from someone who knew how to be effortlessly seductive, but he knew how to flirt, at least. He wasn’t really the expert on things like these, but wasn’t it a pretty easy conclusion to come to? That someone’s eyes might get stuck on an enticing piece of naked skin?
Lan Zhan just wasn’t looking at him. It was fine; even Wei Wuxian could be patient sometimes.
He took his own brush and continued copying where he’d left off. The act of writing was almost meditative, though that was very much not what Wei Wuxian was focusing on. It felt like all of his senses were fine-tuned to Lan Zhan, waiting for the man to look up. To notice him.
It was a shameless tactic. Wei Wuxian was well aware of this. But Lan Zhan wasn’t making it very easy for him either, and something had awakened in him after that last time. A terrible need that could only be satisfied by Lan Zhan’s hands on him.
They were already being punished for improper behavior. Shouldn’t they take full advantage of the thing they were paying for?
Ah. Lan Zhan’s brush stilled on the piece of paper, spreading too much ink on the one spot. Wei Wuxian lifted his eyes, going for innocent and managing only eager. The tops of his cheeks felt warm as he took in the expression on Lan Zhan’s face.
The darkened eyes were taking in the arch of his neck, the dark shadow under his collarbone. Then that gaze met his, knowing it had been on purpose. Seeing him.
Wei Wuxian felt the drum of his own heart against his ribs.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said, and it might’ve been a reprimand, or it might’ve been a plea.
You could have me right now, Wei Wuxian wanted to say, and I would be so easy for you.
“Hm, what is it, Er-gege?” he asked instead, and there it was, the flare of irritation. Too intimate words always caused a reaction.
“Do not slouch.” A pause. “Put your robe properly.”
“Properly?” Wei Wuxian blinked his eyes, mock-confused
Lan Zhan only glared for a reply, seeing through him. Looking at him. Wei Wuxian bit his lip to keep the grin off his face and started fiddling with the collar of his robe. Deep midnight black. Teenagers had to change their clothes to the ones of Lan sect when studying here. He was an adult, so he wore black.
Lan Zhan’s eyes followed the motion, the dance of his fingers. Then, jerkily, he turned his face away.
“Shameless,” he said, vehement.
“How am I shameless, Er-ge?”
The look he was given was condemnatory. “Acting stupid does not suit you.”
Wei Wuxian snorted but then eyed him in a considering way.
“Fine, then. I’m being shameless.” He grinned. “Why don’t you give me my punishment then, ah, Lan Zhan?”
Lan Zhan wouldn’t look at him. Instead, the man merely straightened up further, becoming yet again the perfect disciple who didn’t fuck any visiting cultivators by the cold spring and continued copying the rules. Like Wei Wuxian wasn’t there, suggesting things to him.
He clearly needed a more hands-on approach. Lan Zhan did not look up when he circled the table and knelt by his side, close enough to feel the tension and heat pouring off of Lan Zhan’s rigid body.
“Er-gege,” he said, leaning in close, lips almost touching Lan Zhan’s reddened ear as the man in question continued on pretending like Wei Wuxian didn’t exist. “Do you really want me to put my robes properly?”
No answer, no reaction. Wei Wuxian slid a hand on Lan Zhan’s thigh, the muscle jerking under him. “Wouldn’t you much rather mess them up a little more?”
Lan Zhan swallowed, eyes falling closed like he was counting down from a hundred. Controlling himself in the face of Wei Wuxian’s shamelessness. It was mesmerizing, watching the reactions on him. The absolute stillness of his upper body, the flush covering his ears, the straight line of his jaw twitching.
Wei Wuxian’s voice gained a whiny quality, almost nasally, as he got close enough to gently brush against him: “Er-gege, don’t you think I need discipline?”
The words were barely out of his mouths when he was suddenly taken by the waist and pushed down onto the table, Lan Zhan’s powerful hand pressing him harshly between shoulder blades. The position put him face down, ass up right into Lan Zhan’s lap. His face was burning. Heartbeat thundering.
He could not help the shocked little moan when Lan Zhan bunched up his robes to his hips, tore off his pants, and yanked his thighs apart, gaining full access to where Wei Wuxian was already hard and leaking, where his opening was already throbbing for Lan Zhan to fill it.
“That’s right, Lan Zhan,” he whined, exhilarated. “Punish me.”
“Mark your words,” Lan Zhan hissed, and there it was, the unbridled fury in his voice again.
There was truly no other person as dedicated to their task as the Second Master of Gusu Lan. The ferocity with which he went about dishing out the punishment was truly making Wei Wuxian’s knees weak.
This time, when Lan Zhan fucked him, he had to bite his sleeve to muffle the moans. Lan Zhan did not hold back at all, clearly having taken Wei Wuxian’s earlier words to heart. He did not treat him like a porcelain doll. Rather, Wei Wuxian was truly being disciplined for his behavior.
They were both still clothed, but for some reason, that only made the whole thing feel more depraved. Lan Zhan’s hand was holding his hair in a tight grip, forcing his back on an arch, and his other hand holding Wei Wuxian’s hip in a steel-tight grip, guiding him back on his cock.
It was too much. Wei Wuxian’s body was full of ache and want and shocks of pleasure, and he didn’t know how Lan Zhan could be so good at this, but he was , and Wei Wuxian loved being there under him, the sole focus of his attention.
Who would’ve thought, who would’ve thought? Under the ice-cool exterior of Lan Wangji was a man full of incomparable, overwhelming desire. Hanguang-jun wanted, and when coaxed, he took. And Wei Wuxian was the one who knew about it.
He managed to keep quiet for the most of it, throughout the parts where Lan Zhan’s hand slid down to knead his ass, where his own hands found his leaking dick and started stroking, where Lan Zhan groaned one rough, quiet “Wei Ying”. But when his orgasm hit, he was unable to bite back the sound, and when Lan Zhan followed, the noises Wei Wuxian made were twice as loud.
In the end, they were left in silence, again, full of heavy breathing, in a mess of spilled ink and crinkled paper and robes stained with bodily fluids. Wei Wuxian’s body had that pleasant soreness again, his head void of useless thoughts.
Lan Zhan stayed quiet while they cleaned up, and for once, Wei Wuxian didn’t feel the need to goad him into a conversation. The man’s eyes flickered over to him every now and then, assessing, unreadable. Wei Wuxian soaked in the attention.
A while later they were back to copying rules from the opposite sides of the table. Lan Zhan was back to looking unbothered, not a hair out of place. Too handsome.
Wei Wuxian shifted in his place, felt the pang of pain, winced. Lan Zhan’s eyes shot up to look at him, concerned. He met those eyes, pale gold, and only smiled.
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