[ Lan Wangji knows that it was his own fault, before. For not being at Wei Ying's side when he wished for it. For doing the righteous thing, the thing that cultivation society needed, the Lan thing. Taking up the mantle of Chief Cultivator to fill the void, for not being selfish and following his friend around like an obedient puppy in a life on the road, for not doing the opposite and dragging him back to Cloud Recesses and keeping him there, somewhere safe and hidden and always in view.
But Wei Wuxian had been gone for months, living in this place and he didn't even know it. Would it have made a difference if they were together? Would they have been taken together? He cannot know for sure, other than there being no way he would chance it, if he knew. ]
Mn. Shall keep you by my side.
[ Every day. It's... non-optional, both here in Golden Peacock and then once they manage to return home. The possibility that he could lose him again is just too much, too present now in Lan Wangji's mind, and he cannot allow himself to chance it.
As he speaks and absorbs the delightful kiss, the lingering taste of Wei Wuxian's mouth and the feel of his forehead pressed against his own, he shifts his weight back into his legs as they draw up to kneel between Wei Wuxian's own. Pulling back slightly, that meticulous Gusu training regimen and subsequent core strength lets him hover there over the body beneath him without faltering as he draws both arms back to pull up his pesky t-shirt and remove it entirely, and being one to never leave a job half finished he reaches for the briefs soon after, helping one leg out and then the other before discarding them somewhere at the foot of the bed.
It's hard to see relying upon what little light makes it way into the room so his only option is to feel, letting hands run from Wei Ying's shoulders and over his chest, taking his time with it as they continue their descent and eventually settle on both sides of his hips, thumbs running over skin and the bones hidden beneath them. Too much bone, still. Silently musing to himself while sitting upright, he shall have to make sure Wei Ying is eating plenty. Lan Wangji is fairly certain he could——
With a firm grip and a squeeze of Wei Wuxian's hips, it doesn't take much effort for him to tug him downwards and then upright as a hand snakes around his lower back, and in a matter of seconds his soulmate soon finds himself comfortably seated in Lan Wangji's lap, legs splayed out either side of him.
—— Yeah, he figured he could do that with very little resistance. And if it means that Wei Wuxian's ass is now in a prime spot to be touched, felt, kneaded, well. That's just a bonus. ]
Wei Ying should be as noisy as he wants. Needn't submit to silence.
[ And while it very much pertains to sex it isn't only about that. For as many times that Wei Wuxian has been loud and brash and outspoken there have been times he muted his words, kept his silence, made himself smaller by smothering his presence. Especially since his return. Be loud, Lan Wangji thinks, you have earned the right. ]
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Date: 2025-05-06 12:27 am (UTC)But Wei Wuxian had been gone for months, living in this place and he didn't even know it. Would it have made a difference if they were together? Would they have been taken together? He cannot know for sure, other than there being no way he would chance it, if he knew. ]
Mn. Shall keep you by my side.
[ Every day. It's... non-optional, both here in Golden Peacock and then once they manage to return home. The possibility that he could lose him again is just too much, too present now in Lan Wangji's mind, and he cannot allow himself to chance it.
As he speaks and absorbs the delightful kiss, the lingering taste of Wei Wuxian's mouth and the feel of his forehead pressed against his own, he shifts his weight back into his legs as they draw up to kneel between Wei Wuxian's own. Pulling back slightly, that meticulous Gusu training regimen and subsequent core strength lets him hover there over the body beneath him without faltering as he draws both arms back to pull up his pesky t-shirt and remove it entirely, and being one to never leave a job half finished he reaches for the briefs soon after, helping one leg out and then the other before discarding them somewhere at the foot of the bed.
It's hard to see relying upon what little light makes it way into the room so his only option is to feel, letting hands run from Wei Ying's shoulders and over his chest, taking his time with it as they continue their descent and eventually settle on both sides of his hips, thumbs running over skin and the bones hidden beneath them. Too much bone, still. Silently musing to himself while sitting upright, he shall have to make sure Wei Ying is eating plenty. Lan Wangji is fairly certain he could——
With a firm grip and a squeeze of Wei Wuxian's hips, it doesn't take much effort for him to tug him downwards and then upright as a hand snakes around his lower back, and in a matter of seconds his soulmate soon finds himself comfortably seated in Lan Wangji's lap, legs splayed out either side of him.
—— Yeah, he figured he could do that with very little resistance. And if it means that Wei Wuxian's ass is now in a prime spot to be touched, felt, kneaded, well. That's just a bonus. ]
Wei Ying should be as noisy as he wants. Needn't submit to silence.
[ And while it very much pertains to sex it isn't only about that. For as many times that Wei Wuxian has been loud and brash and outspoken there have been times he muted his words, kept his silence, made himself smaller by smothering his presence. Especially since his return. Be loud, Lan Wangji thinks, you have earned the right. ]