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[weiward]

if he doesn't answer, he's probably at the bar.
(he's probably at the bar.)

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[weiward]

Lan Zhan...

[he murmurs his name back to him, mistaking his lover's alarm for passion at first. he's also noticed that lan wangji's thrusts aren't as powerful as they normally are, that he doesn't feel them rocking his entire body. he's clearly giving him time to adjust to the new swell of him, a consideration that wei wuxian appreciates. it still feels amazing, just being joined with him like this, the shallow thrusts pulling moans and whimpers from his lips.

and then a soft gasp when lan wangji tests it. his brow furrows, but he knows it's just something that he'll get used to. the ache will become something almost pleasant, a reminder of what they create and share with each other. his own cock has risen and leaks between them.

but lan wangji's warmth is suddenly lifted from him. wei wuxian opens his eyes to look at him questioningly, a hand to touch his face.]

What is it? What's wrong? [but then he feels it too, the way he's held open, how there's just no room for him to relax and help the other free himself.] A-ah, Lan Zhan, are you...?

[don't panic, don't panic. if he has to die, there's a lot worse ways to go than this.]

[taciturnly]

( yes. he is, and wei wuxian’s palm on his cheek must feel incredibly warm, for how scaldingly hot his skin has become. is this punishment? for craving him too much despite his restraint of the past few days, and giving in here where they could be easily caught. if lan wangji was one to swear, he’d shame his ancestors right about now, but in lieu of a curse, a sound, half-whimper half-groan as he leans back down and finds shelter in the crook of his neck. )

It’s grown too large. ( his ears burn, but beyond his embarrassment, concern guides his arms tighter around wei wuxian’s body, an apologetic and affectionate embrace. it doesn’t help that it still feels good, unable to will it down when wei wuxian pulses so blissfully around him, and he frowns and he groans again, carefully pulling his lover up with him as he resumes their initial position. )

Forgive me. ( for the pain he might have caused or be causing, a little pitiful as he offers a remorseful glance, and then he closes his eyes, inhaling deep. ) Allow me to regain my composure. ( aka, give him some time to loosen his horny grip so that he might lose his erection. )

[weiward]

[hot and red. lan wangji's embarrassment is so obvious that wei wuxian forgets all about his own discomfort. he breathes out as his lover breathes in, and then smiles in spite of their situation.]

Lan Zhan, there's nothing between you and me that needs forgiven.

[he didn't ask for this, and wei wuxian wouldn't reject him for it anyway. wei wuxian holds him too, stroking a soothing hand down the other's back while he hides against him.]

If we were back in our room, I'd even welcome having you in me all night. [wait...that's probably not helping with his horniness levels. wei wuxian forgets himself and squirms on his lap, the careless movement drawing a hiss from his lips.] Let me help you. I know, I'll just keep talking. I used to talk a lot back at Cloud Recesses and you were never turned on there! [...] Let's see, what's the most un-sexy thing to Hanguang Jun...ah! I know! I'll talk about my favorite chili oil! Lan Zhan, have you ever tried Old Grand Master chili sauce?

[taciturnly]

( his only reassurance is that it doesn’t seem to pain wei wuxian, minus the usual and initial discomfort. because there’s something else to worry about. if they do manage to get it down... what then. is he doomed to be deprived of his snug warmth forever? of his body writhing in unison with his, and the blissful sounds he makes when lan wangji nudges just the right spot?

one problem at a time. maybe once he manages to withdraw, they’ll figure something out. breathe. and he does, stifling a moan when wei wuxian moves against him, sighing deep and chasing after the same inner strength that’s always managed to calm his mind. but it’s hard, when his lover starts babbling, and lan wangji is caught under the same spell that’s been affecting him since day one, from the first smile and the first hint of charming nonsense that would forever change him.

his lips curl of their own volition, hold tightening without crushing. and he looks up. at him. gazes and listens and watches with the patience of a saint, impossibly fond. he shakes his head, because of course he hasn't. ) Tell me. ( this chili or any other.

in which wei wuxian will have to learn the hard way (!) that everything he does has always turned him on, a physical and emotional response he can no longer hide. )

[weiward]

[leave it to wei wuxian to figure out, and he will. he's not willing to give up their nights together, the intimacy and the roughness of lan wangji's voice when he whispers his name like a prayer. nothing makes him feel happier than the other's hands and mouth on him as they're literally one. whatever the obstacle, they'll overcome it together.]

Ah Lan Zhan, how pitiful that you've been deprived of it and raised on Cloud Recesses' food instead. [he looks truly sad about this, clicking his tongue before pressing his lips to lan wangji's forehead. it's a chaste kiss, full of an affection that wouldn't change even if they could never be together this way again.] I could eat three bowls of rice with just it on top, nothing else! Maybe more. It's so popular in Yunmeng, it's even a part of our courtship rituals.

[wei wuxian leans back, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and neck.]

Lan Zhan, would you eat three bowls of Old Grand Master chili rice for me?