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The evening was winding down, the sun at last fully gone so that the stars spread out on a blanket of night, with a touch of a cold breeze blowing through the open window suggesting that autumn was on its way.
Wei Wuxian swirled the warmed wine in his cup, watching the way the liquid spun about before settling. “It’s nicer to be over on this side of the jianghu,” he mused, finishing his cup in one swallow and setting it down for Lan Zhan to pour him another one. “The wine is so much better over here.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan said warmly, gently setting the jar of wine down and looking up at him with a smile in his eyes. “This one is good, then?”
He smiled and toasted lazily with it, the gentle buzz in his head a pleasant relaxant from a day spent arguing with a donkey in a bad mood. “Much better than the one in Yunping Inn. That one was all strength and no flavor, but this one is mellow and fragrant with just a little warming on the back of the throat.”
When he set the cup down, Lan Zhan’s eyes flicked over to it, but he did not say anything at first. He seemed to be considering something, turning over the words in his mind until he was certain on what he wanted to say.
Wei Wuxian didn't hurry him. "Of course, nothing beats Gusu's Emperor's Smile. Even Uncle Four agreed!" He glanced at Lan Zhan, watching him warmly. "Did I ever tell you about Uncle Four's fruit wine?"
Lan Zhan shook his head, then lifted the wine jar to refill Wei Wuxian's cup in one smooth, elegant motion.
"Right after Wen Ning woke up and you left, the Wens put together a dinner to celebrate. Uncle Four made wine from the fruit trees on the mountain and gave it to us to drink. That wine was so rich and warm..." Of course, he didn't remember the taste of the wine so much as the feeling it gave him. "Before that night, I hadn't spent a lot of time with the Wens. In the beginning, they were afraid of me because of the war...but then we ate and drank together, and it was good."
He wasn't sure he had the words for the feeling it had given him. He'd turned his back on everything he'd known and cared for because he'd seen no other way forward, but his path wasn't lonely. He still had people waiting for him, sharing what they had with him.
And now he had Lan Zhan.
"Drinking it together was good?" Lan Zhan asked, his eyes steady on Wei Wuxian.
He nodded, waving away the slight melancholy with a flick of one hand. "Your clan could definitely learn the value of sharing a drink with good company," he teased lightly.
To his surprise, though, Lan Zhan nodded in agreement, sharply, like he'd just decided something. "I will join you," he said, and poured a second cup of wine.
Wei Wuxian blinked twice before he could catch up to what Lan Zhan had just said. “What, just like that?” he said eloquently, trying to shake the shock from his head. “You don’t have to, I’m fine drinking by myself.”
Lan Zhan shook his head and lifted his cup in an obvious toast. “I wish to drink with you. You say it is good wine; I want to try it.”
“You’re going to fall asleep,” he warned him, taking a sip of his wine before the inevitable happened. “And then run around and do all sorts of wild things. Last time you stole chickens!”
Lan Zhan’s face did not change, but the edges of his ears were faintly red. Still, he did not halt from his course as he raised the cup to his lips.
Perhaps it was a reflection of firelight on glass that made it look as though he smiled for a moment. “I know I will be safe while you are here. There is no harm that could befall me under your watching eyes.”
Wei Wuxian felt his face burn at such ardent trust; his mind spun to a halt, and the wine in the cup sloshed over his fingers.
There was a glimmer in Lan Zhan’s eyes, then he threw back his wine as Wei Wuxian would, lowering his cup to the table.
His heart pounded in his ears, and he tried to cover it up with more wine of his own. Across from him, Lan Zhan blinked heavily, attempting to keep his eyes open as they slid shut against his will.
He rested his cheek on his palm and drifted into sleep.
Wei Wuxian had seen him sleep now many times, yet he still found himself captivated by Lan Zhan's face. Those familiar, beloved features were still and peaceful, but his lips were slightly pursed, as if waiting for a kiss. Grinning, Wei Wuxian reached out and brushed a thumb over his lower lip, but he didn't stir.
He scooted his cushion around the table until he was next to his husband, then tugged Lan Zhan's sleeping drunk body against his shoulder. "What adventure will you take me on this time?" he mused out loud. In truth, he'd been happy to settle in for the night, but he still found himself anticipating the drunken escapades his ridiculous husband might take him on. "Somehow you always keep me guessing."
This time he was watching Lan Zhan's face closely, so he saw immediately when Lan Zhan opened his eyes. "Welcome back," Wei Wuxian teased.
Lan Zhan frowned. He dug his chin into Wei Wuxian's shoulder, then pushed himself up. "Back?" he repeated. "Do not go."
And with that, he seemed to flop his whole body onto Wei Wuxian's, toppling him to the floor and spreading out to weigh him down. "Stay," he said into Wei Wuxian's ear.
Wei Wuxian laughed at the audible pout in his voice. “I’m not going anywhere!” he reassured his husband, running a hand over his back. “Not that I could with you lying on me, but I’m here to stay.”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan said, making no attempt to move off of him. He huffed warm air contentedly onto Wei Wuxian’s neck, nuzzling in closer. “Good.”
They lay there until the awkward angle Lan Zhan had pushed them into started to make his back twinge. With a sigh, he gently pushed Lan Zhan off, returning them to a seated position. Or at least attempted to, because the moment he was well balanced again, Lan Zhan slumped back into lying on his shoulder, wrapping both arms around him like a child clinging to a beloved toy.
He laughed again when his husband made a contented noise. “What is all of this about?” he asked teasingly, absently pressing a kiss to Lan Zhan’s head just above the forehead ribbon. “Am I that comfortable a pillow?”
Lan Zhan took too long to consider that. "You move too much," he finally decided. "Pillows should stay still."
Proving his point, Wei Wuxian's continued laughter shook the two of them. Lan Zhan still didn't budge.
"Why lie on me if I'm not that comfortable?" Wei Wuxian felt a little helpless. He'd been expecting Lan Zhan to run around playfully, as he'd done when drunk before. Now he only seemed to want to cuddle!
"You are not a pillow," Lan Zhan corrected. "You are a very comfortable husband."
Wei Wuxian squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his smiling mouth against Lan Zhan's hair. "And you are a very unfair husband. What am I supposed to do when you're being so silly and so sweet, huh? You're bad for my heart."
Lan Zhan frowned, raising his arm to slide a hand under Wei Wuxian's robes and rest over his heart. He pressed down, then frowned harder. "It's fast."
The worry apparent on his face made Wei Wuxian melt beneath it. His smile softened and he placed his hand over Lan Zhan’s. “Ah, but it was you who told me to listen to the heartbeats. That they would tell secrets your face wouldn’t.”
The creases in his forehead disappeared as Lan Zhan thought about it, to be replaced with the ghost of a smile. “Fast because you are happy?”
Wei Wuxian beamed at him. “Yes, I’m very happy,” he told him and watched that slight edge of a smile grow till it nearly showed up on his face.
Lan Zhan rested his fingers over his heart for a few minutes more, feeling it beat beneath the palm of his hand. He truly did seem content to spend all of his time just touching and being close. It wasn’t quite what he’d expected.
But then since when had Lan Zhan done what he expected when drunk? It seemed as though the wine brought up things that he wanted to do that he’d tamped down because there was never a chance to do them.
Maybe this too, was part of that. Since they’d married, some sort of wall had dropped between them, casual touches and easy closeness coming more naturally to them with every passing day. But this was even more than Lan Zhan would usually reach out for outside of sex, the way he seemed to want to cling and drape himself over Wei Wuxian so that there were no barriers at all between them.
How many ways would Lan Zhan find to make him love him even more?
Impulsively, he pressed a kiss against that placid face. Then, when Lan Zhan leaned into it, he pressed kisses up and down his cheeks, ending with a peck on his nose, which wrinkled adorably.
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan complained.
"Hmmm?" Wei Wuxian kissed his forehead again. "Do you want something?"
He kissed more, avoiding Lan Zhan's lips all the while, until Lan Zhan finally took hold of his face and held him still. Lan Zhan kissed him, determinedly but without much heat, until he pulled back slightly to look into Wei Wuxian's eyes, still holding his face. Wei Wuxian looked back, feeling like he just about overflowed with warmth.
"Well, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian whispered, when Lan Zhan seemed content to keep looking. "You wanted to drink with me. Was it just to look at me and cuddle with me? You can do that even when you're not drunk, you know."
Lan Zhan first said, "Yes," and then immediately afterwards, "No." He finally let go of Wei Wuxian's face. "I want..."
His drunken frustrated face was one of the cutest things Wei Wuxian had ever seen. "Don't you want to play with me? Last time you dragged me out of the inn to go around and be a menace..."
This time, Lan Zhan still showed no sign of dragging him out at the word 'play.' "We can also play," he replied, somewhat incoherently and still not moving. "We can be like this. Always."
Closing his eyes, Wei Wuxian let his head fall forward to press against Lan Zhan's chest. His heartbeat was just as fast as Wei Wuxian's, but he remained steady and solid. "Yes," he said, muffled against white cloth. "Whether you're drunk or not, we can be like this."
Lan Zhan made a sound in his chest that vibrated pleasantly against his ear. “Yes.” After a moment’s consideration he tugged Wei Wuxian into his lap, wrapping his arms around him so he couldn't fall over or pull away.
Wei Wuxian laughed and pulled an arm free to press his hand against Lan Zhan’s cheek, feeling the warmth growing beneath his fingers. “Was next to you too far away?” he asked teasingly, wiggling slightly until he was comfortable. “How long have you been wanting to do this?”
“Mn,” Lan Zhan said and turned to kiss the palm of his hand, lips brushing against the heel of his hand. His eyelashes fluttered on the tips of his fingers as he closed his eyes in contentment.
Wei Wuxian bit his lip to avoid laughing in delight at the beautiful look at his face. If he made a noise, then Lan Zhan would look over at him and how would he get to see this face? If a man could ascend from happiness, then Lan Zhan would be at risk of suddenly rising to heaven and dropping him on the floor in the process.
He couldn’t resist the temptation to tease, though. “Lan Zhan,” he cooed, struggling up to whisper into his ear, feeling his husband’s arms tighten around him in the process, “we can do this any time. If I’m too far away, just pull me onto your lap. Even if it’s in front of your uncle, or your brother, or the juniors.” He grinned and dropped his voice even lower. “You should get to have the things you want.”
Lan Zhan turned his head and -- bit Wei Wuxian's neck. The sensation of Lan Zhan's teeth on his skin no longer reminded him first of dogs; instead, heat seemed to flow through him, radiating from the bite. "Ah?" he gasped. "Do you want to do this in front of everyone, too? I never would have guessed the upright Hanguang-jun would be this kind of man! Well, if it's what--ah!"
Lan Zhan bit him harder, then finally moved back. "Unnecessary," he informed Wei Wuxian, eyeing the bite mark. Then he shifted to the other side of Wei Wuxian's neck and bit again.
Wei Wuxian shuddered, his mouth falling open. He closed his eyes and managed to lick his lips before saying, "Unnecessary because marking me like this is enough? You want to show off how I'm yours? Is this just what this drunk version of you is like?" He rambled even more to distract himself from his husband's teeth on his throat. "When you were drunk before, you even tied me up with your forehead ribbon and showed it off to your juniors. Do you want everyone to see, Lan Zhan?"
"Mine." Lan Zhan finally pulled back, then gently bit at Wei Wuxian's chin before moving to stare directly into his eyes. "Mine."
"Yes, I am," Wei Wuxian agreed, staring back happily even as his neck throbbed. "I am yours -- oh! Oh, wait, that's what you meant!"
The very first time Lan Zhan had gotten drunk with him, Wei Wuxian had asked what he thought of him and had gotten the reply, "Mine." At the time, he'd thought his friend's drunken attention had wandered to the sword he was holding, but now he realized...Lan Zhan had meant him.
This ridiculous man! His possessiveness showed when he was drunk and less inhibited, but he controlled it so well that Wei Wuxian had never felt restricted. Wei Wuxian reached out to squeeze him again, saying over and over, "Yes, yes, I'm yours."
Lan Zhan made a soft noise in his throat, something much more open than usual. His arms squeezed just as tightly around him and he rubbed his nose into Wei Wuxian’s hair. “Yours,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “Yours.”
Wei Wuxian smiled and let himself enjoy the moment. Such ardent declarations were something he hoped to enjoy for many, many years to come. And apparently had been enjoying without realizing it since he’d returned to life to hear Lan Zhan say them.
“Did you want to do this when you realized it was me, back at Dafan Mountain?” he asked quietly, the thought springing to mind before he could bite it back until morning. He didn’t even know if he would get an answer tonight anyway, since Lan Zhan would ignore the question if he didn’t want to answer it..
“Mn,” Lan Zhan said, considering the question. “Mn,” he concluded with a nod.
Wei Wuxian cracked up. Somehow he had the suspicion that the answer was yes, but Lan Zhan didn’t want to just spill all of his secrets so easily. “You can ignore me if you don’t want to answer the question!” he told his husband, who looked quite affronted by the laughter.
“No,” Lan Zhan said very firmly, sitting him up so he could look him in the eye. “I will not ignore Wei Ying.”
Wei Wuxian smiled helplessly at him. “You still don’t have to answer the question if you don’t want to. I know when you don’t want to tell me things.”
Lan Zhan frowned as if he’d missed the point. “I will tell you everything.”
Wei Wuxian had previously been willing to take advantage of Lan Zhan's drunkenness to ask questions his friend would not otherwise have answered, yet he felt more reluctant to do so now. At this point in their relationship, no question felt so urgent that he needed to ask it like this.
It was also...less fun to trick answers out of Lan Zhan when he so sincerely offered them anyway. He wasn't even playing along!
"Tell me that when you're sober," he finally replied.
"Mn."
Companionable silence fell over them. Still in his husband's lap, he started stroking a hand down Lan Zhan's hair, enjoying the silky texture as it spilled over his fingers. With a content sigh, Lan Zhan buried his face once again in Wei Wuxian's neck, though this time without any biting. His eyelashes fluttered against Wei Wuxian's skin, tickling the emerging bruises. Absent-mindedly, Wei Wuxian started to hum as he continued to pet Lan Zhan's hair.
He only realized what song he was humming when Lan Zhan joined in. His low voice vibrated through his whole body, even and unending, drawing out some piece of him that felt safe to be in this space. A sense that anything that he was would be protected, that all that had come before him before would never come again. It was not an emotion he was used to others inspiring in him.
If it were anyone but Lan Zhan, he might have been discomforted by it. After all, he knew how quickly all of that could disappear for good without warning. But Lan Zhan was different. He could trust this safeness.
It wouldn’t disappear if he looked away for a moment.
“So strange…” he mused and felt Lan Zhan come to drunken alertness, even if he didn’t move from his comfortable nestled position. “Every time you get drunk, I discover something about myself too.” He let out a laugh. “I suppose in the depths of your cup is where enlightenment lies for me.”
Lan Zhan considered this slowly, pausing the song he would not name to put all of his focus onto the matter. Then, with utter graveness, he reached up and patted Wei Wuxian’s head clumsily, shifting into petting his hair partway through the motion.
Wei Wuxian sighed fondly.
As much as he loved being in Lan Zhan's lap, though, he was starting to feel stiff. When he made to get up, Lan Zhan tightened his arms around him as if afraid he was trying to leave. Still feeling unbearably fond, he petted his husband's hair again.
"If you want to keep cuddling, how about we get into bed," he coaxed gently. "I'm not going anywhere. I just watch to stretch my legs."
Lan Zhan tilted his head, considering, before he finally allowed Wei Wuxian to shift out of his lap. Before he could stand up, though, Lan Zhan took hold of his leg and tenderly stretched it out, stroking up and down its length. "I can stretch your legs," he announced, before taking hold of the other leg.
Now sitting on the floor with his legs in Lan Zhan's lap, Wei Wuxian couldn't help laughing again. His husband's drunken mind got such strange ideas, but it did feel good. Under Lan Zhan's deft hands, his legs tingled pleasantly.
But he still wanted to get up. He drew his legs away, determinedly ignoring his husband's pout, and smoothly stood up. When he leaned down to grab Lan Zhan's hands to draw him up as well, his rise was not nearly as smooth. Wei Wuxian grinned again. Hanguang-jun stumbling over himself was too adorable!
Lan Zhan stared at him as he walked over to the bed, shedding his outer robe and letting it fall to the floor. Only when Wei Wuxian sat down on the bed did he follow, with the slightest stumble suggesting that his legs might have fallen asleep as well.
Somehow despite the layers, he managed to strip down to his innermost robe, white as the first untouched snow of winter. Even drunk, he still took the time to lay them over the partition neatly so that they would not crease. Apparently while petty theft was a line he was perfectly willing to cross given adequate reason when drunk, mussing his clothes was not. Another thing that just made him perfectly Lan Zhan in his eyes.
Lan Zhan sank onto the bed and promptly pulled Wei Wuxian down practically on top of him, squashing the air from his lungs and knocking the top of his head into his chin. Wei Wuxian barely had a chance to make a startled noise before soft, cool lips were on the spot that had just been brutally assaulted, soothing any possible lingering pain.
Thinking back on the first times Lan Zhan had gotten drunk, he propped himself up just enough to get a good look at his face and smiled. “Is it Lan bedtime now?” he asked with a grin. “Are you going to pin me to the bed so I can’t go anywhere before you wake up?”
Lan Zhan considered it for a moment, then shook his head. “Too early,” he explained. “Wei Ying is not tired yet.”
Wei Wuxian pouted at him. “Well I’m not, but you wake up hours before I do and go to bed at hai shi. You don’t have to stay up on my account.”
Lan Zhan gave him such a withering look, it made him crack up -- it was almost as venomous as those early days attempting to get Lan Zhan to pay attention to him in any way.
But Lan Zhan did not apparently deem it necessary to otherwise respond to Wei Wuxian's point. "Your clothes," he said instead, starting to tug at Wei Wuxian's belt.
Smiling again, Wei Wuxian started to help him, but Lan Zhan batted his hands away. "Oh?" he said, splaying his arms out obediently. "You want to be the one undressing me?"
"My job," Lan Zhan stated. With the belt undone, he began unwrapping the rest of Wei Wuxian's layers.
"It is your job," Wei Wuxian agreed, mesmerized by his husband's focused, concentrating expression. A particular reaction to Lan Zhan intently undressing him began to stir, especially when he manipulated Wei Wuxian's body to pull his arms out of the sleeves and the robes out from beneath him.
He was planning to ignore it, though. He'd learned his lesson -- no funny business when Lan Zhan was drunk. He never again wanted to think that he'd done something Lan Zhan hadn't wanted.
And this was still good. Now in only one layer himself, he lay back on the pillow with his head turned to face the room, watching as Lan Zhan stood up again to meticulously fold Wei Wuxian's robes as well. Wei Wuxian himself would never bother with that sort of attention, but Lan Zhan was never careless with Wei Wuxian's things. A warmth that had nothing to do with his lower body spread through him at the feeling of simply lying in bed waiting for his husband.
When he had folded Wei Wuxian’s robes to his satisfaction, Lan Zhan came to lie down beside him again, forehead ribbon just slightly askew. Without the protective layer of outer robes, he could feel Lan Zhan’s warmth blazing through him like a bonfire on a cold night, burning him through inside and out.
Wei Wuxian reached up and tapped his nose playfully, drawing Lan Zhan’s gaze back onto him. “Have you had fun tonight?” he asked, genuinely wondering. “We didn’t go running about tonight, but you still got to do all that you wanted.”
Lan Zhan leaned in and pressed his lips against Wei Wuxian’s finger, making a soft sound in his throat. He blinked twice and some faint mist cleared in his eyes that Wei Wuxian only realized was there by its sudden absence. “How late is it?” he asked, his speech clearer and more direct than before.
Was he beginning to sober up, then? Ordinarily he would just ask, but the last time he’d asked Lan Zhan if he was drunk he had lied to his face. “It’s before hai shi,” he answered, not letting his husband wait too long. “Not quite late enough to sleep yet.”
The faintest edge of a smile tugged at Lan Zhan’s lips before he leaned in to capture Wei Wuxian’s in a kiss that was neither innocent nor tame as the ones earlier had been.
He could taste no lingering aroma of wine on his breath, but still Wei Wuxian hesitated to return it with the same fire. If Lan Zhan were truly sober, he would have no problems whatsoever should the night end in sex. But still that one night in the inn stung at his strong heart, and he could not bring himself to leap forwards without being absolutely certain.
Lan Zhan put one firm hand over his waist, pulling them flush together. Even through their inner robes he could feel the steady pulse of blood running through his body as Lan Zhan’s eyes darkened noticeably.
"Wei Ying," Lan Zhan rumbled. "I want you."
"You've been drinking," Wei Wuxian muttered back. "I don't want to take advantage of you."
"Don't you?" Lan Zhan's voice was amused.
Wei Wuxian wanted to stamp his foot in emphasis, but he could only thump his heel against the mattress. "Not for this!" Even when Lan Zhan didn't remember Wei Wuxian trying to ask him questions while drunk, he was well experienced with Wei Wuxian trying to play tricks on him. Still, that was very different from the damage their relationship sustained because he was afraid to approach a Lan Zhan who was in his right mind.
"Do you not understand my feelings now?" Lan Zhan tenderly brushed strands of hair away from his face.
"I don't want to be careless with them!"
"Then trust me, and trust yourself."
Wei Wuxian looked up into Lan Zhan's warm eyes and couldn't look away. They were clearer now, he thought. Last time he hadn't realized when Lan Zhan sobered up, so he tried to pay more attention this time. Lan Zhan's behavior when drunk was so different from his ordinary manner, both in terms of speech and action, that the transition wasn't that hard to see when he was looking for it.
Though...perhaps it also wasn't that different. Lan Zhan when drunk did things he wanted but held himself back from. And that time in Yunping, he had wanted it -- what had messed them up was not the sex but Wei Wuxian trying to thank him.
Their relationship had grown so far since that night. Maybe he could let it go.
This time when Lan Zhan pulled him closer again, he did not resist, but gave in to his beloved husband.
Lan Zhan did not linger on his mouth, but trailed down to place burning kisses and searing bites along his neck, leaving marks that would bloom into bruises in the morning before fading in the afternoon. With one firm tug, the ties holding Wei Wuxian’s innermost robe closed gave way to allow Lan Zhan’s hands to wander as they pleased, over the planes of his torso and back till they slid down to grab his ass firmly, kneading and squeezing with distinct pleasure.
Wei Wuxian let out a breathless laugh. “Just couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?” He asked, slinging a leg over Lan Zhan’s hips to pull them closer still. “Insatiable.”
Lan Zhan did not respond with words, but a firm pinch that made him yelp and roll his hips uncontrollably closer in response. Even with the single remaining barrier of fabric between them, it was still good enough to send a frisson of sparks running through his body.
Apparently satisfied with his reaction, Lan Zhan drew one hand down along the back of his thigh and behind his knee, finding spots that he had never been aware of being as sensitive as they were until Lan Zhan wanted to touch them.
Wei Wuxian let out a shuddering breath and took advantage of how close they were to leave his own trailing kisses along Lan Zhan’s chin and the edge of his smooth neck, pleased by the faint flush rising in his wake. It simply wasn’t fair if Lan Zhan didn’t feel as good as he was too.
But Lan Zhan was, as always, determined to thwart him. He lifted his body up, out of the range of Wei Wuxian's mouth, to stare down at him with hot eyes. Wei Wuxian raised a hand to try to pull him back down, but Lan Zhan caught it and pinned it back down. Before Wei Wuxian could raise the other, Lan Zhan captured it as well with the same hand, pressing both of Wei Wuxian's hands together against his own chest.
"Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian whined, wiggling and tugging gently. "Your grip is so tight! You're going to bruise me!"
"Then behave," Lan Zhan implacably replied. Keeping out of reach of Wei Wuxian's imprisoned hands, he ducked down to kiss and bite his legs, shouldering them wider to make room.
"What, I can't touch? Only you get to touch? Am I just a plaything for you, Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian dramatically tossed his head back, twisting his legs around until Lan Zhan grabbed on with his free hand and leaned his weight against the other. "You think you can just do whatever you want with me?"
"Can't I?" And with that, he bit harder into Wei Wuxian's inner thigh.
"It hurts!" Wei Wuxian wailed, feeling his hips buck. Lan Zhan simply ignored his hardening cock and switched to the other thigh. "Cruel man! You pin me down and hurt me and you love it!"
Lan Zhan nipped harshly at the sensitive skin there, then ran his tongue over the mark pointedly, sending shivers through his body. “Do you not like it?” he asked rhetorically before repeating the motion and making him whine.
Despite his protests, he was grinning. It just wasn’t as fun if he couldn’t protest and pout until Lan Zhan could endure no more. He struggled to pull his hands free again and found himself unable to break his grip. Lan Zhan had him held fast, his astounding strength being put to good use.
Lan Zhan seemed to be enjoying himself, gnawing on Wei Wuxian’s thighs as if he had found a sweet he didn’t want to share, but the mix of pain and pleasure was getting to him. With his hands held down and legs pinned, he could only shift back and forth to try and get some relief for his aching cock.
Then Lan Zhan let go of Wei Wuxian's leg. Wei Wuxian, lying back and panting, couldn't see what his husband was doing, but he felt it when Lan Zhan simultaneously pressed a spit-slick finger against his hole and wrapped his lips around his hardness.
He shouted, at first unintelligibly, before managing Lan Zhan's name.
A second finger slipped inside his hole, but Lan Zhan didn't seem to be trying to stretch him. Instead, the two fingers curled until they brushed that spot inside him. He continued licking and sucking at the head of Wei Wuxian's cock even as mind-destroying pleasure began to radiate from where he pressed against Wei Wuxian's spot.
However, the melting of his mind didn't stop Wei Wuxian's mouth. "This is too much," he babbled, twisting his head against the pillow. His hands and one leg were still pinned, so all Wei Wuxian could do was wrap the other leg around Lan Zhan's back. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, how can you do this? Where did you learn this? If only everyone knew you were this kind of Hanguang-jun..."
Lan Zhan, his mouth full, did not reply. He opened his mouth further and slid farther down Wei Wuxian's erection, his tongue swirling around the head and sliding down the vein on the underside as he went. His fingers continued their assault on Wei Wuxian's sanity.
With what little coordination remained to him, he struggled against Lan Zhan’s tight grip on his wrists, wanting more than anything to tangle his fingers in Lan Zhan’s hair for some level of sensation he could control.
But Lan Zhan could somehow hold onto his wrists and work his fingers against that spot that made it almost impossible for him to think and also use his tongue in extraordinary ways at the same time and Wei Wuxian was helpless to resist such treatment.
The sensation of being pressed down and ravished so thoroughly… it made him writhe and moan, made him grow harder in Lan Zhan’s mouth. Lan Zhan made a very pleased noise at such a reaction and continued to torment him.
“How can you treat me like this…” he panted, pressing his head back into the mattress as another wave of pleasure ran through his body. “You’re so cruel. No mercy for your poor husband!”
Lan Zhan’s grunt of protest was overwhelmingly arousing, as he refused to stop what he was doing to call Wei Wuxian shameless as he so desperately seemed to need to do.
"Your grip on my wrists is so tight. Are you afraid I'll run away if you don't pin me down?" His heel dug into Lan Zhan's back as his husband did something with his tongue. "I couldn't. Hanguang-jun has conquered me entirely. I have no energy to resist. If you let me go, I wouldn't even be able to lift a finger to touch you."
Lan Zhan stopped moving both his mouth and his fingers. Very briefly, only long enough to express his skepticism, but also long enough for Wei Wuxian to let out a bereaved cry at the loss of stimulation.
Cruel husband!
Thankfully, Lan Zhan resumed his ministrations shortly, but the pause gave Wei Wuxian the renewed will to try to move his hands again. Just as he wanted, Lan Zhan's grip tightened in response until it was strong enough to hurt.
It was almost enough. "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan," he babbled, "look at what you do to me. Don't you want to make me come? I'll definitely have no energy to move then. You'll be able to do whatever you want with me. I won't be able to resist or interfere at all."
Lan Zhan’s only response was to increase the intensity at which he tormented him. He swirled his tongue around the head, pressed his fingers in all the more sharply all in an attempt to drag him over the edge.
Not that he needed to drag him down, Wei Wuxian was so close it felt like he could topple of his own accord.
Any further words were lost in an incoherent shout as he lost control and came hard, bucking his hips into Lan Zhan’s mouth as his vision went white for a few seconds.
For a moment he drifted in a hazy dream, feeling pleasantly boneless and unwound, yet also utterly safe.
When he came to, Lan Zhan had pulled away and shifted to lie next to him, delicately using the edge of the sheet to wipe his mouth. When he noticed Wei Wuxian turning to look at him, he leaned over to kiss him warm and deep, his mouth still salty with the taste of his own come.
“You really have done me in, Hanguang-jun,” he whined playfully, running a hand up his leg and over the white robe he still wore. “I’m all worn out and completely spent. I couldn’t do anything if I tried.”
Lan Zhan looked distinctly pleased with himself.
"But now I'm so tired," he continued, drifting his hand over to his husband's cloth-covered hardness. "I'm too exhausted to return the pleasure you gave me. I wrong my husband and must ask him to take his pleasure himself."
He gave Lan Zhan's erection one last caress before ostentatiously letting his arm flop to the bed as if he could no longer hold it up.
It was only mostly an act -- his wrists did still hurt a little.
"Are you too tired to have a preference?" Lan Zhan asked indifferently, as if it didn't matter to him whether Wei Wuxian actually did or not. He began loosening his final robe, letting it hang open.
Wei Wuxian took a moment to think about it. "You've already stretched me open, so you can just fuck me," he suggested, because he always loved that. However, it was something they did often, and there were so many things he wanted to try with Lan Zhan. "Or you could use my mouth. You swallowed my come -- you could make me swallow yours too."
Lan Zhan listened, showing no sign of what he might choose.
"Maybe you could push my thighs together and fuck those," Wei Wuxian said, the image coming to him as he spoke it. His inner thighs could get very sensitive, so what might it be like to have Lan Zhan's cock rubbing them over and over? "Or you could use your hand and come all over me. Mark my chest the way you marked my thighs and wrists."
Lan Zhan’s eyes darkened noticeably at that suggestion, making his breath catch in his lungs. He loved that look on his face; the subtle signs of Lan Zhan losing control because of the things he could say and do to him.
“That would be fun, wouldn’t it?” he asked, letting his mouth run away and say whatever would continue to rile up his husband. “You’re strong enough, you could hold yourself up over me and still touch yourself at the same time. Doesn’t it sound fun?”
Wei Wuxian flicked his eyes down in time to see Lan Zhan’s cock twitch in response. Oh he definitely liked the thought of that. But he was still holding still, not yet moving.
Well, if he wanted to be cajoled into it, Wei Wuxian could do that. It was a very fun game to play, seeing how long he could say filthy things before Lan Zhan could endure no more and did what they wanted him to do.
He smiled wickedly up at his husband, watching the minute expressions flickering in his eyes intently. “You can’t tell me you never thought of such a thing. I know you. You’ve had all sorts of thoughts about just what you could do to me.”
He could see the breath hitch in Lan Zhan’s throat, his resistance crumbling little by little. “You like the thought of marking me up so everyone knows I’m yours,” he crooned, putting some energy into propping himself on his elbow to get closer to that blushing ear he could see. “So why don’t you?”
Lan Zhan’s eyes widened slightly, somehow darkening further still. In one swift motion he rolled over so that he was straddling Wei Wuxian, arms on either side of his head. His breathing was uneven.
Wei Wuxian laughed in delight.
"Stop talking," Lan Zhan ground out. One arm propped him up to the side of Wei Wuxian's head, while the other held his palm right in front of Wei Wuxian's mouth. "Lick."
Obediently, Wei Wuxian got Lan Zhan's hand nice and wet. When he was done, he tried to watch as the hand traveled down Lan Zhan's body, but the angle was too awkward. He could see Lan Zhan's face and shoulders, and normally he would never complain about that, but he wanted to see his husband touch himself.
"Lan Zhan, won't you sit up?" he coaxed. "It will give you more room to get a better angle. Won't that be better?"
"Better for who?" Lan Zhan replied darkly. Wei Wuxian could hear now the slide of flesh on flesh, and he rubbed his foot up and down Lan Zhan's nearest leg.
"What are you suggesting?" he asked, blinking up at him innocently. "Do you think I might want to watch? Lan Zhan! How shameless of you! You think so many things that would never occur to this poor, naive Wei Ying. How did your mind get so dirty?"
"Whose mind is dirty!"
But Lan Zhan didn't even wait for an answer before he leaned down and kissed him.
Wei Wuxian grinned and kissed back firmly, wrapping his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck and swirling his tongue around his husband’s, teasing him with how well he could use it while not letting him pull away so easily. Lan Zhan made a soft, strangled noise in his throat.
He could feel the tension working through Lan Zhan’s shoulders as he continued to pleasure himself steadily, those strong muscles so firm under his hands. He loved them, the hidden strength beneath his austere appearance.
Lan Zhan’s eyes were slightly unfocused when he broke their kiss apart, utterly dazzled by Wei Wuxian. He seemed to have no mind left to protest when Wei Wuxian gently pushed him up till he was at an angle where Wei Wuxian could see all of him comfortably. The muscles in his torso were tensed with exertion as he worked his erection firmly. A bead of white appeared at the head and dripped down over his fingers.
Unconsciously, Wei Wuxian ran his tongue over his lips at the sight. “Lan-er-gege, are you wanting to come on me?” he said in a low voice. “Is your vaunted self control in danger of snapping?”
At that, Lan Zhan narrowed his eyes. He even slowed down a little, as if to prove his own control.
Wei Wuxian abruptly changed course. "I really want you to come on me, Lan Zhan," he said sincerely. "You look so good when you reach your pleasure, and I want to see it. And you know I love it when you mark me. Won't you give me this, too? Won't you give me what I want?"
"Wei Ying!"
He stroked Lan Zhan's hair even as he watched his hand continue to move. "It's so good, I love it," he coaxed. "Please give it to me, husband, I want it, I really do."
Lan Zhan had a lot of stamina, but he was not immune to Wei Wuxian's begging. He stiffened, closing his eyes and burying his face against Wei Wuxian's neck, and started to come. He managed to remain propped up as he spurted across Wei Wuxian's chest, and Wei Wuxian watched it happen as he kept stroking Lan Zhan's hair.
When he finally finished, Lan Zhan collapsed to the side. His eyes were warm and hazy as he looked adoringly at Wei Wuxian before once again turning his face onto some spare patch of Wei Wuxian's skin. It was...too adorable.
He smiled and turned over slightly to continue petting his hair, careful to not smear the mess on his chest into the bed or their tangled robes.
After a few moments of blissful post-coital exhaustion, Lan Zhan moved to grab a towel and clean them up, his movements somewhat slower than usual.
Wei Wuxian did not approve of him moving so far away, not when he was just getting comfortable. With a great burst of energy, he pushed himself up to half fall in Lan Zhan’s lap. “I’m fine, we can wait for that,” he said into Lan Zhan’s thigh.
Lan Zhan made his soft, beautiful huffing laugh and rested an arm loosely over his shoulders, making no more attempt to move.
Pressed this close, the intoxicating scent of cool sandalwood mingled with the tang of sweat and semen stirred up the desire to commit a little mischief in Wei Wuxian. Not too much because he was getting tired despite himself, but a little more before the evening wore down to embers.
There was still some white beading on Lan Zhan’s softening cock, slowly slipping down towards his thighs. He was already close enough to ambush him without any warning, lapping up the last drops of come and startling Lan Zhan into making a soft keening noise in his throat from the oversensitivity.
Wei Wuxian was shortly thereafter pulled off of him before he could lure him into any more mischief and gently deposited back on the bed, laughing all the while. Though Lan Zhan hastily retreated to find a cloth and water to clean them up, he knew his husband wasn’t mad but instead too flustered to speak and needed a moment to flee. He would be back soon
Indeed, it was only a few minutes at most before Lan Zhan returned, innermost robe safely tied closed to prevent further mischief, to clean him up, gently wiping up every smear of white off his chest. When he was finished and the cloth had been set aside to be washed the next day, he lay back in bed and immediately wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer to cuddle again, his breath warm and uneven against his collarbone.
It truly did seem like his drunken antics earlier had been a reflection of something that Lan Zhan wanted, but had difficulty reaching out for. Here in the quiet space after the wildness of their lovemaking he just wanted to be close with no reservations or hesitation.
Well if it was something he wanted so much, then it was simply Wei Wuxian’s duty as a good husband to make sure that he could get to have as much as he wanted. Only the best cuddles for his Lan Zhan.
The forehead ribbon was still in place. Wei Wuxian reached out and carefully untied it before pulling it away and kissing the skin of Lan Zhan's forehead where it rested. He could drape it over the headboard or coil it on the bedside table, but...
Smiling to himself, he wrapped it firmly but not too tightly around his own wrist. The smile stayed on his face as he looked up at Lan Zhan when he was done, holding up his wrist and saying, "Tie it for me?" He waited until Lan Zhan started tying a simple knot before he added, "You cleaned up the last thing I asked you to mark me with, so it's only fair I take this."
Lan Zhan paused briefly, then finished the knot. "Behave," he murmured.
Wei Wuxian grinned. "I should be saying that to you!" He gently poked his husband on his empty forehead. "But then, you were actually well behaved this time. Normally you get wild when you drink, but this time you just wanted to cuddle."
"Wild." Lan Zhan looked skeptical. Perhaps Wei Wuxian deserved it, after the way he'd tried to fluster Lan Zhan the first time he'd gotten drunk.
He chuckled, shifting to lie down fully and waiting until Lan Zhan settled down next to him. "Well, cuddling all night is certainly calmer than trying to steal chickens and jujubes, wouldn't you say?"
Lan Zhan blinked at him. “I attempted to steal chickens?” he asked, his tone faintly suspicious and mostly curious.
Wei Wuxian had mentioned it early, but perhaps Lan Zhan hadn't believed him, so he nodded eagerly. “You succeeded! Back in Yunping, you first dragged me out the door in front of everyone, then went and stole two chickens and as many jujubes as you could fit in your sleeves.” He laughed to himself at the memory of his own confusion and growing realization that Lan Zhan had been trying to share in one of his own old memories of running around and causing trouble. “You also carved 'Lan Wangji of Gusu Was Here' into someone’s wall and then stared at me till I put my own name down too. And flew me away from a dog after getting into a glaring contest with it.”
Lan Zhan kept watching him, face so blank he could tell that he was trying to not react. “Then… what did I do the other times?” he asked very cautiously, looking torn between needing to know what sort of crimes he had committed while drunker than an immortal who had just tasted their first heavenly peach, yet also trepidatious at the thought of knowing exactly the depths he could stoop to while drunk.
Fortunately Wei Wuxian could remember everything from those nights clearly. He rubbed his chin as he decided where to start. “Well, back in Yueyang you fell asleep at the table, so I bought us a room with your money and put you to bed. I took your shoes off and then I went to talk to Wen Ning. Then at some point you woke up, put your shoes on the wrong feet and followed me to push Wen Ning away and told him to leave before stealing my flute.” He laughed very fondly at the petulant Lan Zhan in his memories. “You were only happy when I promised to play just for you. You smacked poor Wen Ning twice!”
Lan Zhan’s ears went pink. “I should apologize to Wen Qionglin,” he said quietly. “The next time we meet I will make certain of it.”
Wei Wuxian laughed. "You should, you should! Of course, he'll tell you it's not necessary. But considering you also kicked him away from me the second time you got drunk, apologizing is what you should do."
His ears still red, Lan Zhan closed his eyes like he wanted to disappear. "...Did I do anything else?"
Wei Wuxian slowly raised his ribbon-wrapped wrist to rest between them on the pillow. "You remember when my wrists were bruised the next day? I asked you to give me your forehead ribbon, you did, and then you...tied my wrists together with it." His smile softened as Lan Zhan's eyes locked onto his wrist. "But the best part was when you then pulled me back into the inn's dining room to lift up my bound wrists and show me off to all the juniors like I was a prize you won. We only went back upstairs after that."
"Hmm." Lan Zhan's eyes slowly met his again, this time with a glimmer of satisfaction. Hah! Of course he was embarrassed about bullying Wen Ning but displayed no remorse for bullying Wei Wuxian! "Is that it?"
"Mostly." Wei Wuxian stretched his fingers out to lightly tickle Lan Zhan's chin until his fingers were caught. "We just played games after that. You really wanted me to catch you..." And now he understood why! Then he cleared his throat and said, "That was also the first time I kissed you. It was an impulse, and I scared myself. I really thought I wronged you..."
Lan Zhan pressed Wei Wuxian's still-captured fingers to his lips. "My only regret is not remembering."
Wei Wuxian laughed somewhat ruefully. “Maybe we would have come together sooner if you had. But even so, I shouldn’t have done that.”
Lan Zhan shook his head slightly. “There is no need for sorry. I too acted wrongly towards you once in that regard. It is in the past. Do not hold onto it.”
Wei Wuxian huffed and smiled at him. “Anyway yeah, what you usually want to do is play with me. But tonight you just wanted to lie on me, or cuddle. I talked you into getting into bed because our legs kept falling asleep in the position you wanted.”
Lan Zhan blinked again, then nodded. “Reasonable,” he said, the note slightly strained. He blinked again, a long slow motion. He seemed to be trying to not yawn.
This silly, silly man. Was he really trying to stay awake and hide how tired he was? The previous two times he'd fallen asleep while drunk, he’d been out cold, and now they’d been messing around well past hai shi. Wei Wuxian himself was feeling the desire to sleep slowly sinking into his bones, and he’d woken up much later this morning.
Well, if Lan Zhan were going to be difficult…
The yawn that he made himself do was only partially forced, as was the instinctual need to crawl closer to Lan Zhan so that his head was pillowed on his chest.
"Good night, Lan Zhan," he mumbled, letting himself feel the tiredness as he closed his eyes. "See you tomorrow."
A kiss pressed against his forehead. "Good night, Wei Ying. See you tomorrow."