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Wei Wuxian blinks his eyes open to bright sun, still huddled beneath the blankets. It is pleasantly warm here, underneath soft covers, and he is greeted by the beautiful sight of his husband with the morning sun shining down on him, illuminating his profile and casting his fine features into sharp relief.
Ahh, his Lan Zhan really was so pretty.
Lan Wangji is sitting, posture perfect as usual, brush in hand as he writes. His husband is like a vision, sitting in the sunlight streaming in from the window, painted in shades of white and blue, his silky hair an inky spill down his back. He is beautiful, and Wei Wuxian wonders everyday how he was lucky enough to get Lan Wangji for himself.
"Lan Zhan," he calls softly, wriggling off the bed to drape himself over Lan Wangji's shoulders, only pausing to pull his inner robes loosely around himself.
Lan Wangji hums, and tilts his head ever so slightly to nuzzle briefly against Wei Wuxian's cheek. "Mn. You're awake."
Wei Wuxian simply hums in agreement and noses down the pale column of Lan Wangji's throat, humming in satisfaction at the familiar scent of sandalwood that clings to his skin.
Slowly, he maneuvers himself into Lan Wangji's lap, and then begins suckling lightly at his husband's collarbone, lazy and unhurried. He laps softly over the area with his tongue, teases at the sensitive skin and nibbles lightly with gentle teeth.
Lan Wangji stiffens under him, and Wei Wuxian grins.
"Wei Ying," his husband -his beautiful, gentle, uptight husband- starts, tone strained. "Do not- I have work to do-"
"Do your work, then," Wei Wuxian teases, between pressing merciless kisses to warm skin. "I'm not stopping you."
There is a choked sound then, an aborted movement of hands, and then Lan Wangji is pushing him away. His husband's actions are firm, but not rough, and Wei Wuxian allows himself to be unbalanced, landing lightly on the floor with a soft thud.
He hides a laugh then, choosing instead to look up at Lan Wangji with wide eyes, willing tears to them as he blinks furiously. For added effect, he purses his lips and furrows his brow in a confused, hurt expression, and watches as Lan Wangji immediately scrambles to scoop him up into his lap.
"I- Wei Ying- you- are you alright- I did not mean- I'm sorry-"
There is a low sort of panic that is beginning to build in Lan Wangji's tone, and Wei Wuxian's heart clenches a little in his chest. No matter that it was a joke- he never wishes to hurt Lan Wangji. He burrows closer, pressing himself bodily up against his husband and pressing kisses over those fair cheeks, those trembling eyelids.
"Ahh, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, don't take me so seriously, I was just joking- please don't be sad- you didn't hurt me, I'm not so easily hurt, please don't worry- don't be sad-"
"Not sad," Lan Wangji says, pressing a kiss to Wei Wuxian's forehead. "Worried- don't want to hurt Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian sighs, and leans down to press his lips to Lan Wangji's own.
"You could never hurt me, Lan Zhan," he murmurs against soft lips. "Don't worry so much."
"Mn," Lan Wangji hums, and then his lips are pressing harder against Wei Wuxian's own, hot and insistent.
Lan Wangji deepens the kiss with a single action, parting his lips to lick at the seam of Wei Wuxian's mouth. Wei Wuxian barely has the frame of mind to allow his husband entrance, and his lips have barely opened when an invading tongue pushes its way in, licking heatedly into his mouth.
His husband curls a gentle hand around his head, threading calloused fingers through Wei Wuxian's hair, and Wei Wuxian hums contentedly at the feeling, pressing closer and flicking his tongue along Lan Wangji's lower lip. Lan Wangji returns the favour by twining his tongue around Wei Wuxian's, uses the hand in his hair as leverage to press closer, to kiss harder, until their kiss is nothing but wet heat.
It is a long while later that Lan Wangji pulls back, and Wei Wuxian only catches the barest glimpse of kiss-swollen lips and flushed ears before his husband is burying his face in his shoulder, nudging aside his loose inner robes and mouthing softly at the exposed skin.
"'M sorry," Lan Wangji mumbles. "Shouldn't have pushed you-"
Wei Wuxian laughs, and tilts his head to press a soft kiss to Lan Wangji's hair, running his fingers through the silken locks. "Really, Lan Zhan, wasn't it you who said that there was no need for sorry and thank you between us?"
Lan Wangji pulls away from his throat to look him in the eye, and Wei Wuxian only has the slightest moment to mourn the loss of warm lips against his skin before his husband is pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
"Mn," Lan Wangji hums against him, acquiescing. "No need, Wei Ying is right."
Wei Wuxian laughs. "Okay, Lan Zhan, now kiss me properly, okay? You still need to make up for ignoring me this morning, you know! It's so lonely and cold whenever I wake up without you! And you didn't even dress me in my inner robes this morning, just left me bare under the blankets! Aih, Lan Zhan, are you getting lazy in taking care of this husband of yours?"
Lan Wangji ducks his head, and Wei Wuxian sees the flare of red that suffuses his ears. "...Like seeing Wei Ying."
Wei Wuxian starts. "Ehh? Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, you pervert! You left me naked in bed because you wanted to watch me while you were doing work! How perverted! What would the world react if they knew how twisted the great Han Guang-Jun was-"
Lan Wangji's hands tighten around his hips, and the low ache of the bruises that were left there by those very same hands sends heat flaring through Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji noses across his throat, nuzzling against the sensitive purpling of skin that he himself had left the night before.
"Like seeing," Lan Wangji mumbles, licking soothingly over the teeth marks on Wei Wuxian's skin. "Reminds me that Wei Ying is here."
Wei Wuxian shudders under Lan Wangji's lips, but the words register, and understanding dawns. Of course Lan Wangji liked seeing him bare- that way, he could see all the marks that their nightly activities left on Wei Wuxian's skin, could see the irrefutable, physical evidence that Wei Wuxian was real, that nothing was a dream. After years of marriage to Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian knows the other man is still plagued by those thirteen years spent alone, that sometimes he wakes in cold sweat with Wei Wuxian's name on his lips.
Wei Wuxian understands, and will not begrudge his husband his comfort.
So he purrs softly, and tilts his head back to expose more skin to Lan Wangji's teeth and tongue.
"Yours," he says softly, moaning a little at the feeling of lips sealing tight around his skin, sucking hard enough that it would definitely leave a bruise. "Yours, Lan Zhan, always."
"Mn," Lan Wangji replies against his skin. "Mine. Am yours, too."
Then his husband's lips are cycling up, pausing to nip lightly at his jaw, to suck at his earlobe, to pepper butterfly kisses over his cheeks and forehead and the bridge of his nose before finally settling on Wei Wuxian's lips.
Lan Wangji seals his lips to Wei Wuxian's, and Wei Wuxian purrs as he falls into the kiss, lets himself go to hunger and passion and desire, lets himself be devoured by the unstoppable force that is Lan Wangji.
Lan Wangji's lips are heat and fervour, eager with an insatiable appetite, and Wei Wuxian can only give in, can only clamber closer on Lan Wangji's lap, curl his arms tighter and tug at dark strands of hair. He opens his mouth to the passion, lets his husband ravage him, plunder his mouth, and is helpless to do anything but moan against warm lips, to melt into Lan Wangji's warmth, to shut his eyes and feel.
Lan Wangji's hands are soft against him, unhesitant but gentle, and they tug at his hair, curl around his hip, pull loose the sash keeping his robes together and push the clinging material off his shoulders.
Calloused fingertips run against his skin, press gently against bruises left the night before, and rekindle the banked fire that had been smouldering as low embers in Wei Wuxian's heart.
Lan Wangji lets loose a soft sound against Wei Wuxian's lips, what passes as a groan for his husband, and Wei Wuxian smiles against eager lips. His fingers push Lan Wangji's robes aside as well, mapping the lines of Lan Wangji's torso. Nimble flutist's fingers trace the familiar definition of muscle and sinew, run down the valleys between muscles and across the ridges of bone, over a pronounced collarbone and into the dip of a clavicle.
Lan Wangji's body is no stranger to Wei Wuxian, but he will never pass up the chance to worship it like it is the first time he sees it, and Wei Wuxian is already giddy with heady desire by the time his husband breaks their kiss to lower him to the bed.
Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, throws his head back, and smiles wide at Lan Wangji.
"Come on then, Lan Zhan. Kiss me."