[ Lan Wangji turns the page of his current book with a slight frown, soon opting to bookmark and close it before gently placing the text to the side of the head currently nestled in his lap.
He may have.... personal issues.. with some of the people Wei Wuxian spends his time with, or to be precise what they spend their time doing, but as a whole he acknowledges that his friend has made several other friends for himself here, people he gets along with and enjoys their company, and it is unfortunate if one of them has disappeared. ]
I inquired, recently. It is still unknown what happens to those who are made stone.
[...Not helpful, he knows this, but it is what it is. ]
[ Wei Wuxian is not entirely aware of Lan Wangji's grievances with the people he spends time with. But look, not all of them he spends his time fooling around with! For instance, Sunday, the man in question today, he never fooled around with. So there.
But that aside, Wei Wuxian just sighs at the comments about the statue's fate and feels a little worse for a moment. ]
He was. Sunday-xiong. I don't really know where he was from, his sister is? Was? Here as well. He was a sweet man, a bit gentle, but definitely had his demons. I liked talking to him a lot.
[ He listens in silence, allowing Wei Wuxian to speak about it as a hand drops to rest lightly upon the other man's shoulder, eventually giving it a slight squeeze, as if in comfort. The man— Sunday— he knows of the name after it being mentioned here and there, knows that Wei Ying got along well with him. ]
[ The hand on his shoulder is a relief in terms of touch. It has him curling a little more into Lan Wangji's lap, pressing his face against his stomach and closing his eyes as he breathes in the scent of sandalwood. His voice is a bit muffled as a result but still audible. ]
I don't know. If she's still here, I'll reach out to her and see if she wants the company. She shouldn't be hard to spot, I know her name and he had these like — wings attached to his head. I imagine she has the same.
[ The hand soon moves into Wei Wuxian's hair after the repositioning, threading through black locks as fingers lightly knead at his scalp. Very much like how one would pet a flighty rabbit.
While he does not know Sunday or his sister, just from the experiences from their own world prior to here he assumes that living as a woman in a place such as this, it must have felt a lot more safe and secure having a brother watching out for you. ]
It should not be hard to find her if you have a name and description. Reach out to her. Offer support in her brother's absence.
[ The petting is a soothing touch and does help to lessen the small knot of anxiety that's wound its way into his throat. He thinks a lot of the friends he's been making here, thinks about them leaving and feels distress in his heart.
Thinks about Lan Wangji leaving and feels even more distress. It's tough, having so little control over whether they stay or go here. ]
Okay, I'll do that.
[ And then he's quiet for a moment before he offers — ]
You would tell me, right? If I were suffocating you.
[ And yet for Wei Wuxian, it's a natural follow up. The lingering insecurities around Lan Wangji ever leaving him here alone, the suddenly missing friends, he feels like he's being clingier than usual with the other man. But he would say, right? If he were?
No need. Would not happen.
It's surreal, sometimes, knowing that Lan Wangji never tires of his company. No one else has ever been this committed to him before, he never knew affection like this in the Jiang clan. His heart clenches, he loves this man. ]
Okay.
[ He squirms a little, crawls forward, ends up slipping into Lan Wangji's lap more fully. His arms go around his neck and he hugs him, dropping his forehead against his shoulder. ]
[ His arms open up as Wei Wuxian begins to move, waiting patiently and giving the other man plenty of space to get into whatever position he is aiming for, and once settled Lan Wangji wraps those arms around him, his hands a solid weight against Wei Wuxian's waist as he takes the opportunity to perhaps pull him in a little closer. It isn't the first time that he's been called Wei Ying's favourite, but it still makes him secretly happy just as much as it did the first. ]
It is only fair. Seeing as Wei Ying is my favourite.
[ The warmth that blossoms in his chest at hearing those words makes everything, everything, everything worth it. He can't help the smile that blooms across his face as he buries it against Lan Wangji's shoulder, rubbing his face against his robes. He laughs, bright, and pulls back to look at Lan Wangji properly, his joy obvious.
If anything, this is the reassurance he needed. Even if more people he likes come and go, he'll have Lan Wangji. That's the only person he really needs, in this strange place.
With his arms around his neck and settled comfortably in his lap, he's full of such affection that it's hard to contain. Which is, of course, why he leans in to press his lips to Lan Wangji's in a sweet kiss. ]
[ Lan Wangji's eyes flutter closed as he falls into the kiss, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into the faintest hint of a smile as he does so, fingers curling around the fabric of Wei Wuxian's clothes.
It's different to how a lot of their kisses here have been. Usually confined to one of their rooms, kissing with the intention that it leads somewhere else, but this is nice. Slow, sweet, comforting.
Kiss me if you want to kiss me, Wei Wuxian had once said to him, and Lan Wangji had agreed. It was a lie, he couldn't possibly go through with it each time he wanted to because it would be too much, too overbearing, Wei Ying didn't understand what he was committing to when he brought it up, but isn't it nice....? To share in quiet, intimate moments such as this? ]
[ Wei Wuxian gets the impulse to kiss Lan Wangji a lot these days. He doesn't always give in, sometimes it makes him feel flustered and unsure. Is it normal to want to kiss someone this much, this often? He thinks of his conversation with Jiang Yanli many years back. There's no need to like a person that much. Isn't that like haltering your own neck?
Not that... his feelings for Lan Wangji are like that... they're just different than what he feels for friends. Different than what he feels for anyone else. Lan Wangji is in his own category of affection.
But when he does give into the impulse to kiss him, like now, it feels... euphoric, if he's honest. He feels the curl of Lan Wangji's fingers against his waist, the soft touch of his lips, the sweetness of his breath, and he wants it all. He just felt so happy in that moment, there was no other way to express his affection beyond a kiss. And it seems Lan Wangji is fine with that.
He'll let it last, just long enough to be somewhat satisfied, but honestly, he could kiss Lan Wangji for hours and not feel satisfied. That's a new feeling too. It must be part of being here, no? The card suit, the Diamond? He wonders how it'll feel when they return home. But he doesn't think he'll ever want to stop kissing Lan Wangji in general. Ah, how confusing...
When he pulls away from the kiss, he lingers in his space. Foreheads touching, eyes closed, a hand pulled back to press gentle fingertips against Lan Wangji's cheek. He sighs, soft. ]
Lan Zhan...
[ He really does make Wei Wuxian just so, so happy. ]
[ He gives a questioning hum in response, curious as to what will follow, but doesn't press it. If Wei Wuxian has something to say or something to ask of him, then he will simply state it in a moment or two, he knows this.
Until then Lan Wangji is content to let their foreheads continue pressing together, adjusting his arms to get a firmer hold on the body resting in his lap and ready to scoop him up at a moment's notice if needed. Tilting his face just enough to drop a brief, light kiss or two onto the corner of Wei Wuxian's mouth, loathe to fully part from it if he doesn't have to, he looks at the other man through half-lidded eyes, watches, and waits. ]
[ There is soft, giddy laughter in response to the kisses being pressed to his face. The smile on his face doesn't fade and the gentle touch against Lan Wangji's face doesn't drop. He feels blissful like this, completely content. If they could just stay like this forever, he wouldn't be unhappy at all.
He doesn't really have anything to say, he just wanted to say Lan Wangji's name. His eyes open back up to meet Lan Wangji's, gaze also half-lidded with the goofy smile on his face.
With amusement — ]
You're so handsome.
[ He really is. The most handsome man Wei Wuxian knows, no one beats him in that regard. He wants to kiss him again, he thinks. And so, he indulges in that desire, leaning forward and closing his eyes before pressing his lips to Lan Wangji's again. This time, he lets it go a little longer, a little more heated. Just... casually making out against a tree like this. ]
[ Just two bros.. chilling out by a tree and calling each other handsome. Absolutely nothing to read into here.
When Wei Wuxian kisses him again he is more than willing to fall into it once more, and it isn't too long into it before his hands are lowering themselves to Wei Wuxian's hips and pulling on him a little, twisting his nimble body around so he is even more into Lan Wangji's lap, their torsos now flush against one another which leads to better-angled kissing...
Aaaaand there go his hands, sneakily lowering themselves even more as they make out, to cop a feel of his ample rear.. ]
[ Nothing to read into at all! Just two friends who are soulmates who are also hooking up. Often. Hm.
Either way, he moves with Lan Wangji when he's adjusted, sinking in against him and leaning his weight more heavily against the other man. And he truly just, loses himself to the kiss. His mouth opens against Lan Wangji's and he slides his tongue against his own, letting out a soft, pleased noise as they just... continue to make out. Right in the open like this. Of course, they're not super in the open, not on one of the pathways or anything but if anyone steps off the path even a little and finds their tree, well...
And when those hands reach his ass, feeling him up, he only feels a shot of pleasure at Lan Wangji feeling free enough to do so. Something about Lan Wangji wanting to touch him, to touch his ass, doing so without asking and just taking what he wants is enough to get Wei Wuxian feeling hot all over and immensely satisfied. He's going to moan softly into the kiss, pressing his ass back against those hands while one of his hands curls into Lan Wangji's hair, the other against his shoulder. ]
[ He knows well enough where this will end up if they don't cool it off, what with the way it has been happening more and more often and their moments of intimacy becoming a regular occurrence. They really should stop before it crosses the line, considering they are in a public space and anybody could stumble upon them at a moment's notice, yet at the same time.....
Lan Wangji really doesn't care. He certainly is the most dedicated friend. Helping Wei Ying forget about being sad, by sucking on his tongue and feeling him up. Yeah. While part of his brain focuses on his desire to psychically banish every other person from the entirety of the area, the rest of it decides that Wei Wuxian should moan some more, drawing him into a kiss that is a little rougher, teeth catching his lip, while an arm coils around his soulmate's waist to hold him tighter, and to pull him in as close as he can manage. ]
[ Wei Wuxian is not worrying about being caught. Or, maybe, he doesn't care if they are. This is the sex hotel, right? So, they can make out in a private corner of the Vale if they want to. It wouldn't be strange at all, they'd be within their rights. And so Wei Wuxian doesn't hold back, shifting his position to straddle Lan Wangji properly and lean in to keep kissing him. Hot breath exchanged over and over, Wei Wuxian making tiny, pleased noises into his mouth, it all feels so good.
As Lan Wangji's arm goes around his waist and pulls him flush against him, Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss to pant softly against his lips and flicker his eyes back up to Lan Wangji's. His mouth is kissed swollen and red and he looks a little flushed, but happy. His mood has definitely improved with the kissing. ]
I love kissing you.
[ Murmured in the small space between them, he lifts his hand to take Lan Wangji's chin between his fingers, letting his thumb glide over Lan Wangji's bottom lip and biting his own in response. There's a thrum of arousal in him now, and he's getting that hooded look in his eye that he does whenever they fuck. ]
Kiss me some more.
[ And now he's pressing their lips together again, continuing that rough, hungry kiss from earlier. ]
[ Lan Wangji is more than willing to comply, any lingering concerns of people stumbling upon them lost within the haze. The kiss is passionate and dominating as he invades Wei Wuxian's mouth with his tongue, apparently motivated even more so to kiss the life from him after hearing that he loves it.
And Lan Wangji does too, of course. Loves it when they kiss, when they fuck. When they sleep curled up against one another, when they brew tea together, just everything he does in his Wei Ying's company. Except he isn't "his", not in the way he wants, in the way he cannot bring himself to speak up and ask for, and maybe with that frustration he's found an outlet in just.... kissing, kissing, kissing, until Wei Wuxian is absolutely smothered and drowned in them. ]
[ Oh. Oh, yes. This is definitely going in a direction they can't return from but it doesn't matter because it feels good. Wei Wuxian loves drowning in Lan Wangji's kisses. The more passionate he becomes, the more Wei Wuxian sinks into it, kissing him back with eager, wanting presses of his lips. His arms move to curl around Lan Wangji's shoulders, gripping the back of his robes as he presses more against him and kisses him harder.
There's this desperation in him that he doesn't know how to explain. This ache in his body that isn't fulfilled except whenever Lan Wangji is kissing him or doing anything to him. The physicality that comes from having sex with Lan Wangji is something that doesn't feel near as satisfying with anyone else. He has fun, sure, but this gnawing hunger in his chest, his heartbeat faster than a hummingbird, his entire body feeling like it's on fire...
Only Lan Wangji. Only him.
There's also a deeper, darker part of him that just thinks — he wants to be owned by Lan Wangji. He doesn't want anyone to touch him except for him. He doesn't want to ever leave his side or his bed. But these thoughts are crazy, aren't they? So he doesn't give them any oxygen to breathe, not yet, not now, not when it's so confusing in his heart to acknowledge them. No, instead he will just kiss the other man, burying himself against his arms to do so. ]
[ Its funny, how unknowingly in sync their minds can be. Wei Wuxian toying with the idea of being owned and consumed by Lan Wangji, feeling hesitation for how absurd it is as the man in question, who deals with such thoughts time and time again, appears disinclined to show his usual measure of restraint.
What started as a distraction— a desire to steer away from melancholy thoughts and show there is one person here who still cares for him, who will offer up whatever is needed— has quickly built into something more as the affection and lust seeps in. Perhaps it is the realization that the situation is ultimately out of their hands, that they very well could be parted and there is apparently nothing they could do about it, but it has brought about a sense of urgency, a desire to overwhelm and be overwhelmed by the essence of the man still in his lap, his zhiji, to bury himself in him (perhaps quite literally).
Suddenly the kissing stops and there's movement, Wei Wuxian soon finding his back coming into contact with the dewy grass before a familiar weight is pressing him down into it and a warm mouth is on his neck, its owner apparently not caring at all that they are far from the usual privacy of their room. ]
[ The desperation is mutual, at the very least. The way Lan Wangji manipulates his body, lowering him onto the grass so easily and then overwhelming him with his body pressed upon his own, it's all so good. Wei Wuxian only yelps slightly as he's picked up and pressed down but then there is Lan Wangji, covering him completely, and he sinks easily back into the kiss. Perhaps they should be a bit more careful, doing something like this out in the open like this but... Wei Wuxian doesn't care.
Because that desperation again is driving him to feel empty and hollow and only satisfied by the feeling of Lan Wangji taking him. Taking him. The melancholy from earlier is abating and now all his thoughts are consumed with lust and need. There's a moan as his arms go around Lan Wangji's body, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he arches his back and presses his body into the one flush on top of him.
He breaks the kissing just for a moment, just long enough to pant out — ]
There's... there's lubrication in my pocket.
[ A little tube. He's taken to carrying it around with him. Why? Well, because of things like this. They don't have sex outside of their room very often but Wei Wuxian was not going to be caught out here with no means of getting himself slicked up and ready for Lan Wangji's cock. No way. He's already soft from the night before, it won't take long to prep him. That's what he's thinking, at least, as he connects his mouth with Lan Wangji's again and lets himself be devoured. ]
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He may have.... personal issues.. with some of the people Wei Wuxian spends his time with, or to be precise what they spend their time doing, but as a whole he acknowledges that his friend has made several other friends for himself here, people he gets along with and enjoys their company, and it is unfortunate if one of them has disappeared. ]
I inquired, recently. It is still unknown what happens to those who are made stone.
[...Not helpful, he knows this, but it is what it is. ]
He was a friend?
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But that aside, Wei Wuxian just sighs at the comments about the statue's fate and feels a little worse for a moment. ]
He was. Sunday-xiong. I don't really know where he was from, his sister is? Was? Here as well. He was a sweet man, a bit gentle, but definitely had his demons. I liked talking to him a lot.
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Is his sister still present? Do you not know?
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I don't know. If she's still here, I'll reach out to her and see if she wants the company. She shouldn't be hard to spot, I know her name and he had these like — wings attached to his head. I imagine she has the same.
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While he does not know Sunday or his sister, just from the experiences from their own world prior to here he assumes that living as a woman in a place such as this, it must have felt a lot more safe and secure having a brother watching out for you. ]
It should not be hard to find her if you have a name and description. Reach out to her. Offer support in her brother's absence.
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Thinks about Lan Wangji leaving and feels even more distress. It's tough, having so little control over whether they stay or go here. ]
Okay, I'll do that.
[ And then he's quiet for a moment before he offers — ]
You would tell me, right? If I were suffocating you.
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No need. Would not happen.
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No need. Would not happen.
It's surreal, sometimes, knowing that Lan Wangji never tires of his company. No one else has ever been this committed to him before, he never knew affection like this in the Jiang clan. His heart clenches, he loves this man. ]
Okay.
[ He squirms a little, crawls forward, ends up slipping into Lan Wangji's lap more fully. His arms go around his neck and he hugs him, dropping his forehead against his shoulder. ]
You're my favorite.
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It is only fair. Seeing as Wei Ying is my favourite.
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If anything, this is the reassurance he needed. Even if more people he likes come and go, he'll have Lan Wangji. That's the only person he really needs, in this strange place.
With his arms around his neck and settled comfortably in his lap, he's full of such affection that it's hard to contain. Which is, of course, why he leans in to press his lips to Lan Wangji's in a sweet kiss. ]
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It's different to how a lot of their kisses here have been. Usually confined to one of their rooms, kissing with the intention that it leads somewhere else, but this is nice. Slow, sweet, comforting.
Kiss me if you want to kiss me, Wei Wuxian had once said to him, and Lan Wangji had agreed. It was a lie, he couldn't possibly go through with it each time he wanted to because it would be too much, too overbearing, Wei Ying didn't understand what he was committing to when he brought it up, but isn't it nice....? To share in quiet, intimate moments such as this? ]
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Not that... his feelings for Lan Wangji are like that... they're just different than what he feels for friends. Different than what he feels for anyone else. Lan Wangji is in his own category of affection.
But when he does give into the impulse to kiss him, like now, it feels... euphoric, if he's honest. He feels the curl of Lan Wangji's fingers against his waist, the soft touch of his lips, the sweetness of his breath, and he wants it all. He just felt so happy in that moment, there was no other way to express his affection beyond a kiss. And it seems Lan Wangji is fine with that.
He'll let it last, just long enough to be somewhat satisfied, but honestly, he could kiss Lan Wangji for hours and not feel satisfied. That's a new feeling too. It must be part of being here, no? The card suit, the Diamond? He wonders how it'll feel when they return home. But he doesn't think he'll ever want to stop kissing Lan Wangji in general. Ah, how confusing...
When he pulls away from the kiss, he lingers in his space. Foreheads touching, eyes closed, a hand pulled back to press gentle fingertips against Lan Wangji's cheek. He sighs, soft. ]
Lan Zhan...
[ He really does make Wei Wuxian just so, so happy. ]
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[ He gives a questioning hum in response, curious as to what will follow, but doesn't press it. If Wei Wuxian has something to say or something to ask of him, then he will simply state it in a moment or two, he knows this.
Until then Lan Wangji is content to let their foreheads continue pressing together, adjusting his arms to get a firmer hold on the body resting in his lap and ready to scoop him up at a moment's notice if needed. Tilting his face just enough to drop a brief, light kiss or two onto the corner of Wei Wuxian's mouth, loathe to fully part from it if he doesn't have to, he looks at the other man through half-lidded eyes, watches, and waits. ]
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He doesn't really have anything to say, he just wanted to say Lan Wangji's name. His eyes open back up to meet Lan Wangji's, gaze also half-lidded with the goofy smile on his face.
With amusement — ]
You're so handsome.
[ He really is. The most handsome man Wei Wuxian knows, no one beats him in that regard. He wants to kiss him again, he thinks. And so, he indulges in that desire, leaning forward and closing his eyes before pressing his lips to Lan Wangji's again. This time, he lets it go a little longer, a little more heated. Just... casually making out against a tree like this. ]
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[ Just two bros.. chilling out by a tree and calling each other handsome. Absolutely nothing to read into here.
When Wei Wuxian kisses him again he is more than willing to fall into it once more, and it isn't too long into it before his hands are lowering themselves to Wei Wuxian's hips and pulling on him a little, twisting his nimble body around so he is even more into Lan Wangji's lap, their torsos now flush against one another which leads to better-angled kissing...
Aaaaand there go his hands, sneakily lowering themselves even more as they make out, to cop a feel of his ample rear.. ]
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Either way, he moves with Lan Wangji when he's adjusted, sinking in against him and leaning his weight more heavily against the other man. And he truly just, loses himself to the kiss. His mouth opens against Lan Wangji's and he slides his tongue against his own, letting out a soft, pleased noise as they just... continue to make out. Right in the open like this. Of course, they're not super in the open, not on one of the pathways or anything but if anyone steps off the path even a little and finds their tree, well...
And when those hands reach his ass, feeling him up, he only feels a shot of pleasure at Lan Wangji feeling free enough to do so. Something about Lan Wangji wanting to touch him, to touch his ass, doing so without asking and just taking what he wants is enough to get Wei Wuxian feeling hot all over and immensely satisfied. He's going to moan softly into the kiss, pressing his ass back against those hands while one of his hands curls into Lan Wangji's hair, the other against his shoulder. ]
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Lan Wangji really doesn't care. He certainly is the most dedicated friend. Helping Wei Ying forget about being sad, by sucking on his tongue and feeling him up. Yeah. While part of his brain focuses on his desire to psychically banish every other person from the entirety of the area, the rest of it decides that Wei Wuxian should moan some more, drawing him into a kiss that is a little rougher, teeth catching his lip, while an arm coils around his soulmate's waist to hold him tighter, and to pull him in as close as he can manage. ]
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As Lan Wangji's arm goes around his waist and pulls him flush against him, Wei Wuxian breaks the kiss to pant softly against his lips and flicker his eyes back up to Lan Wangji's. His mouth is kissed swollen and red and he looks a little flushed, but happy. His mood has definitely improved with the kissing. ]
I love kissing you.
[ Murmured in the small space between them, he lifts his hand to take Lan Wangji's chin between his fingers, letting his thumb glide over Lan Wangji's bottom lip and biting his own in response. There's a thrum of arousal in him now, and he's getting that hooded look in his eye that he does whenever they fuck. ]
Kiss me some more.
[ And now he's pressing their lips together again, continuing that rough, hungry kiss from earlier. ]
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And Lan Wangji does too, of course. Loves it when they kiss, when they fuck. When they sleep curled up against one another, when they brew tea together, just everything he does in his Wei Ying's company. Except he isn't "his", not in the way he wants, in the way he cannot bring himself to speak up and ask for, and maybe with that frustration he's found an outlet in just.... kissing, kissing, kissing, until Wei Wuxian is absolutely smothered and drowned in them. ]
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There's this desperation in him that he doesn't know how to explain. This ache in his body that isn't fulfilled except whenever Lan Wangji is kissing him or doing anything to him. The physicality that comes from having sex with Lan Wangji is something that doesn't feel near as satisfying with anyone else. He has fun, sure, but this gnawing hunger in his chest, his heartbeat faster than a hummingbird, his entire body feeling like it's on fire...
Only Lan Wangji. Only him.
There's also a deeper, darker part of him that just thinks — he wants to be owned by Lan Wangji. He doesn't want anyone to touch him except for him. He doesn't want to ever leave his side or his bed. But these thoughts are crazy, aren't they? So he doesn't give them any oxygen to breathe, not yet, not now, not when it's so confusing in his heart to acknowledge them. No, instead he will just kiss the other man, burying himself against his arms to do so. ]
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What started as a distraction— a desire to steer away from melancholy thoughts and show there is one person here who still cares for him, who will offer up whatever is needed— has quickly built into something more as the affection and lust seeps in. Perhaps it is the realization that the situation is ultimately out of their hands, that they very well could be parted and there is apparently nothing they could do about it, but it has brought about a sense of urgency, a desire to overwhelm and be overwhelmed by the essence of the man still in his lap, his zhiji, to bury himself in him (perhaps quite literally).
Suddenly the kissing stops and there's movement, Wei Wuxian soon finding his back coming into contact with the dewy grass before a familiar weight is pressing him down into it and a warm mouth is on his neck, its owner apparently not caring at all that they are far from the usual privacy of their room. ]
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Because that desperation again is driving him to feel empty and hollow and only satisfied by the feeling of Lan Wangji taking him. Taking him. The melancholy from earlier is abating and now all his thoughts are consumed with lust and need. There's a moan as his arms go around Lan Wangji's body, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he arches his back and presses his body into the one flush on top of him.
He breaks the kissing just for a moment, just long enough to pant out — ]
There's... there's lubrication in my pocket.
[ A little tube. He's taken to carrying it around with him. Why? Well, because of things like this. They don't have sex outside of their room very often but Wei Wuxian was not going to be caught out here with no means of getting himself slicked up and ready for Lan Wangji's cock. No way. He's already soft from the night before, it won't take long to prep him. That's what he's thinking, at least, as he connects his mouth with Lan Wangji's again and lets himself be devoured. ]