[wei ying would be over the moon with that idea. it's just his sort of reckless "follow your heart" style. but deny lan qiren the chance to see them properly joined? to know without a doubt that the yiling patriarch touches lan wangji's innermost robes and headband and strips him out of them? perish the thought.

lan zhan waited for him. for years, he waited. if he hadn't, wei ying might as well have stayed dead. he would wait just as long for him if need be.

he's pushing back the first of those robes now, off of lan zhan's broad shoulders until the fabric slips easily to the floor. he's already taking a breath to answer that question, eyes glittering dangerously.]

In the courtyard, with tiny stones digging into my back. Where everyone can see and hear.

[actually, no. wei ying doesn't mind if people see the marks later and -know-, but he really wants to keep lan zhan to himself. plus, they have a son who's been through enough. he doesn't need the mental scarring and teasing that would come from it.]

Or how about over your guqin table? I bet you can pluck me there until I vibrate. Your fingers can get beautiful sounds out of me too, Lan Zhan. You can even name the song.

[he bats his lashes flirtatiously, grinning around the two fingers of lan zhan's hand that he's lifted and sucked into his mouth.]