inbox (penance)

[weiward]

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

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[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?