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“Lan Zhan, you still haven’t explained properly. Where are you taking me?” Wei Wuxian skips alongside Lan Wangji, arms clasped behind him.
It’s a perfect warm, spring afternoon. An undulating, mesmerizing buzz emanates from the trees with their invisible swarms of cicadas. It’s otherwise calm and mostly empty, with the juniors still in their lessons and a few elders taking casual morning strolls.
“You said you wanted a change of scenery.” Lan Wangji turns onto the path that leads to the Library Pavilion. “To explore more of the Cloud Recesses.”
“But Hanguang-jun, aren’t you forgetting something? I know your Library Pavilion quite well.” He loops his arm through Lan Wangji’s, bent behind him. “Are you planning on reliving what it was like to punish me again after all these years?” he teases, leaning into his side. The amusement in his voice is palpable. “Promise me you’ll think of a better punishment, though. I’m not sure I could survive copying the sect rules another thousand times, even if you’re there beside me.”
When Lan Wangji stays silent, Wei Wuxian keeps prodding him. “We’re not going there to study, are we? But no, that shouldn’t have led Lan-er-gongzi to focus so closely on his work, and finish it all so early. Is he excited for something? Is it a surprise?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if Wei Ying’s memory were better.” Wei Wuxian pouts, unlinking himself from Lan Wangji to cross his arms petulantly.
As they enter the building, Wei Wuxian contemplates the past few days, running through their conversations. He taps his cheek thoughtfully. A change of scenery. The phrase sounds so familiar. A change of…
Suddenly, it hits him. Those were his own words. And the context he said them in… well. His eyes widen.
“Wait, you really want to… here??” Wei Wuxian is wickedly delighted.
Lan Wangji’s voice is even. “Not here. Anyone could walk in.”
“Oh?” Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow. “The forbidden section, Lan Zhan?”
“Mn.”
“You’re not afraid of being heard?” Wei Wuxian thinks aloud. A smirk creeps onto his face, eyes glinting. “Or could it be that Lan-er-gongzi actually wants to be heard? Seen? Caught?” He skips in front of him, blocking his way. "Disciplined?”
Lan Wangji’s ears, as always, betray him.
“Promiscuity is forbidden,” Wei Wuxian recites sternly. He tsks at Lan Wangji, crossing his arms and shaking his head in disappointment. “Gone for a few months, and Hanguang-jun seems to already have forgotten the Lan principles. Our first week back in Gusu, too. What will people say? Has he really been so corrupted by his association with the depraved Yiling Laozu?”
When Wei Wuxian looks up again, Lan Wangji’s eyes are dark. He takes a step towards Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian takes a step back. His arms fall to his sides. “No one will come.” Wei Wuxian’s back hits a bookshelf. “Or would you rather,” he traces his nail down Wei Wuxian’s throat, along his Adam’s apple, “I take you right here?” Lan Wangji’s finger meets the top of his black robes. He hooks it in and tugs.
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian whispers, scandalized. He playfully bats his hand away and shields his face demurely behind a hand. He peeks back up through a crack between his fingers, eyes shining with delight. “Who knew Lan-er-gege could be so naughty?” He smirks, then his smile softens. He reaches up, cupping Lan Wangji’s cheek, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. “I wonder what other surprises Hanguang-jun is hiding behind this faultless face carved from jade?”
Lan Wangji leans into his touch for a moment, closing his eyes. Then he pulls away, returning to perfect posture, his arm bent behind him.
“Come and discover for yourself,” he says as he walks ahead, not bothering to see if Wei Wuxian will follow. Wei Wuxian grins and hops after him.
--
They’re settled in a little hidden corner of the forbidden section, door closed. Their robes are discarded in a haphazard pile on the ground next to them. Lan Wangji leans half against the wall as Wei Wuxian straddles him, hands resting on his hips. Wei Wuxian leans in close, fingertips tracing down the side of Lan Wangji’s neck. “So, why do you want to be heard? Hm? Does it excite you that much?” he breathes into Lan Wangji’s ear. It pinkens in response. “Is it because you want everyone to know who I belong to? To know just how well you take care of your husband? To know that even if they can hear, they can’t touch?”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji says, strained.
“How very shameless, Hanguang-jun…” He pulls his face away, sits up. Looking at him through half-lidded eyes, Wei Wuxian presses his hands down on Lan Wangji’s stomach, caressing his cock between the curves of his ass. He moves tantalizingly slowly, up and down. Wei Wuxian loves teasing Lan Wangji while his hands are on his hips—his grip a gauge of how much he’s holding back. He lifts his hips just high enough for the tip to graze the edge of his asshole, only to slide back down without letting it in. Lan Wangji’s thumbs curve deeper into his pelvis. His breaths become heavier, eyes darker, lidded. He’s almost at his limit.
Wei Wuxian will show him mercy.
He picks up the small bottle Lan Wangji brought with him, and pours oil onto his hand. Some drips between his fingers onto Lan Wangji’s stomach. Wei Wuxian reaches back to stroke the cock behind him, pressing it slick and flush against his ass. His other hand leans against Lan Wangji’s abdomen, smearing the oil over the contours of his muscles. Lan Wangji arches from his touch.
“Tell me what you want, Lan Zhan,” he says, a sly look on his face.
Lan Wangji looks back at him evenly, moving his hands further back to give his soft ass a squeeze. “I want to fuck you.”
“Lan Zhan!” he protests, laughing.
His laugh is smothered by a searing kiss, Lan Wangji pulling him in with a hand behind his neck. He reaches behind him again, groping his ass, but as his fingers edge towards his hole, Wei Wuxian stops him with his own hand. Their lips part. Lan Wangji looks at him in a question.
“No need,” Wei Wuxian pants, breathless from the kiss.
Lan Wangji’s confusion is clear in his voice. “Wei Ying, you know it’s a necessary—”
“There is no need,” he repeats slowly.
Lan Wangji’s brows furrow but he relents. Wei Wuxian just smiles.
He reaches behind him again, lifting his hips, aligning Lan Wangji’s cock with his hole. He pushes back against it. Lan Wangji’s eyes widen slightly.
With a hand resting on his own stomach, he sinks down and takes all of Lan Wangji at once, with a quiet and trembling exhale.
Wei Wuxian trails his fingers across his own abdomen as he looks up at Lan Wangji. His husband looks like he’s about to burst. His ears are flaming.
“Just before we came, in the Jingshi, while I was working, you…”
“You didn’t notice at all?” Wei Wuxian feigns annoyance with a pout. “I thought Er-gege was mean for ignoring me for so long, but this is even worse.”
Lan Wangji looks almost guilty, or perhaps remorseful, but also deeply aroused, which amuses Wei Wuxian to no end. He glows with satisfaction. He leans in closer again, wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, pressing their bodies flush against each other. He plays with his hair, looping it around his finger.
“Lan Zhan, are you thinking of how I opened myself up for you on our bed? Desperately trying to stay quiet, shoving my fingers in my mouth? You know how hard it is for me. I was so close to breaking.” Wei Wuxian places a kiss on the sharp angle of Lan Wangji’s jaw. “Eh… is it even possible? That Er-gege is growing even bigger inside of me?”
“Wei Ying.”
He laughs again, brightly. As Lan Wangji begins moving, his laughter recedes, slowly evolving into moans.
Wei Wuxian leans back, hands gripping Lan Wangji’s thighs. “How is it, Lan-er-gege?” he pants as he begins bouncing on Lan Wangji’s cock in time with his thrusts. His own swings up and down from the movement.
Lan Wangji’s eyes follow its trajectory. He reaches forward, takes it in his hand. Seeing his entire length engulfed by Lan Wangji’s hand makes Wei Wuxian flush and pant harder. Lan Wangji’s thumb rubs over the leaking slit, smearing precum until the tip glistens. He keeps his hand loosely encircled around it as he fucks into him, occasionally giving it a lazy stroke.
Wei Wuxian angles himself so that each thrust and drag of Lan Wangji’s cock has him gasping. A slight sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and neck.
“So deep, Lan Zhan, ah, gege! Feels so good, right there—”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan warns. He pauses. “Your voice.”
Wei Wuxian smiles sweetly. He rolls his hips, and Lan Wangji’s breath hitches slightly. “Are you afraid someone will hear? Do you wish I felt more shame about it?”
Wei Wuxian’s expression suddenly changes, a look of desperation washing over it. He raises his voice. “Ah, laogong, don’t be so rough with me! Didn’t you just want to come here to get a scroll? What’s that in your hand… Wait, why’d you take your cock out?! What are you planning on—aah!”
“Wei Yi—”
“No, don’t! Not in a place like this, someone, save me—!”
Suddenly, there’s a loud rattle above them. The words catch in Wei Wuxian’s throat. They both freeze.
Wei Wuxian feels a heavy dread pool in his stomach, and he looks at Lan Wangji with alarm. A little bit of panic leaks into his voice. “I thought you said that—”
A steady hand touches his arm. It immediately grounds him, slows his racing thoughts. “There shouldn’t be anyone here.” Lan Wangji hesitates, then continues. “I checked the logs in Shufu’s office this morning. Nobody has been given permission.”
Wei Wuxian relaxes slightly at this and shrugs. “Maybe a disciple trying to break in. The protection talisman should be fairly strong. Hopefully they’ll just give up—”
A metallic clang resounds again above them, louder than before.
They freeze again, staring at each other. It’s unmistakable now—a door opening, creaks down the stairs. No footsteps, though, or voices. Perhaps some sort of low-level silencing talisman on their person? Likely a disciple who didn’t realize that the effects would be limited to their body and robes.
As he strains to hear the sounds of wooden scrolls being examined, of any creaks indicating someone walking around the shelves, Wei Wuxian is hyper-aware of the fact that Lan Wangji is still inside him, of Lan Wangji’s hold on his hips. What if whatever they’re looking for is in this room? His face heats up, imagining the humiliating reality of being caught in this state by a stranger, or worse, someone he knows. There’d be no face left to salvage. Wei Wuxian unconsciously tightens around Lan Wangji, who stifles a harsh breath.
He wills himself to move, to untangle himself from Lan Wangji. He places his palm against Lan Wangji’s chest, rising with a quiet voice. “Just shifting, in case they—a-ah!”
Wei Wuxian cries out as Lan Wangji forces his hips all the way back down, slamming right into his prostate. He falls forward into Lan Wangji’s chest and claps both hands over his mouth to stifle the panic and pleasure mixing chaotically inside him.
Wei Wuxian’s heart beats out of his chest, and his hands shake with adrenaline. He listens, wide-eyed. Will they come into the room? Find them like this?
But there’s no scroll dropped in surprise, no hasty scramble up the stairs in embarrassment. There’s no indication at all that the intruder heard his cry, but is that even possible? Could the door be that thick? But no, he could hear the soft creak of the stairs earlier…
There’s no sound at all for what feels like an eternity. Then, he finally hears the creaking of the stairs again, traveling above them, then a door being shut. After, the quiet returns.
Wei Wuxian gives the silence a few more seconds, then pushes himself up, still slightly shaky. He shoots Lan Wangji a glare. “Lan Zhan,” he hisses, “what do you think you’re doing! Public sex is one thing, but I would rather not actually get caught! Aiya, would I ever be able to face Uncle Qiren after that? What kind of punishment would even be suitable? This husband of yours might really be banished from the Cloud Recesses!” He’s met with such a neutral countenance, such an infuriatingly open feigning of innocence that Wei Wuxian almost snorts. Then he spots the corner of Lan Wangji’s lip, quirking just ever so slightly up.
His eyes widen with alarm. “Lan Zhan.” He tries to make his tone unyielding but his voice betrays a slight quiver. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t you fucking dare you little—mmf!” Wei Wuxian is pulled forward, their chests flush against each other, his mouth pushed unceremoniously into Lan Wangji’s shoulder.
“If one prefers not to be caught,” Lan Wangji cautions him in a low voice, “then one ought to learn how to control oneself, hm?” He repositions them slightly, and starts thrusting into him in earnest.
Shame sets his nerves on fire, each plunge more exhilarating than the last. His head swirls with physical pleasure alongside invasive, humiliating thoughts. The disciple from earlier—how can he be so sure that they left? Are they actually still in the other room, listening? Wei Wuxian grips Lan Wangji’s shoulders from behind, knuckles turning white, nails drawing crescents into his skin. Lan Wangji hisses as Wei Wuxian’s teeth dig into his shoulder, almost drawing blood.
The more his mind races, the more aroused he becomes. Maybe a guard finds signs of the broken talisman at the entrance, hears them. Would they come closer, peek into the room? Eyes widening as they realize who it is? Touch themselves? He can feel fluid seeping down Lan Wangji’s cock, the glide smooth even as he clenches down on him. He vaguely registers that he’s probably being too loud. His body leans fully against Lan Wangji’s, back arched and ass up, unable to support himself. Lan Wangji’s embrace is the only thing keeping him upright.
His mouth relaxes, falls lax and open, hot breaths against Lan Wangji’s neck. The slaps of skin on skin are all too telling, all too loud. If someone were to open the door, the first thing they’d see would be Lan Wangji’s thick cock bending into his too-willing hole, sliding in and out at an obscene pace. They would see how his body opens for him, how wet he gets for him, how deeply he’s fucked into… How… How he…
“Wei Ying.”
“Gege?” he slurs into his neck.
“Anyone upstairs will be able to hear you.”
“Up… stairs…” he repeats slowly, in a daze. “Aah!”
“You need to suppress your voice.”
Wei Wuxian only whines in response.
“Wei Ying.”
With some difficulty, Wei Wuxian manages to string together a proper sentence. “If Lan-er—wants to—silence this one—he is—welcome—to stick his—ah!—his fingers—into this one’s—lowly mouth—” He gasps out the words, sentence fragmented by each thrust.
Lan Wangji pauses, stops moving. He turns so his mouth is directly against Wei Wuxian’s ear, over a curtain of loose hair.
“Is that an invitation for punishment? For being disobedient?” he murmurs. His hand slides from his hip to his ass in a caress. Wei Wuxian’s body grows cold.
“W-wait Lan Zhan—no, that’s not, I promise I’ll be quieter—AH!”
The slap rings out sharp and clear. The corners of his eyes sting as he gasps in shock.
“Who was the one who said they didn’t want to be discovered?” Lan Wangji growls. “What kind of whore can’t keep quiet when scared of being caught?”
The pink blooms beautifully on his pale skin. Lan Wangji smooths his hand over the same spot. Wei Wuxian shivers, panting shakily.
“Please Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan I’ll—”
He spanks him again, even harder than the last. Wei Wuxian cries out, then whimpers. “I’ll be quiet,” he whispers, “I’ll be good.”
Lan Wangji turns Wei Wuxian’s face towards his to kiss a tear off his cheek, and rubs slow, soothing circles into his back.
“Guai.”
Wei Wuxian flushes at the praise, exhales with a shudder. Lan Wangji guides him into a kiss, salt sharp on his tongue, and starts moving again.
Somehow, the soft whimpers Wei Wuxian makes against Lan Wangji’s lips feel more obscene than his prior unrestrained moans. He cannot stand how desperate he sounds, and kisses Lan Wangji harder to quiet himself, suppressing a moan when Lan Wangji’s tongue forces its way into his mouth.
For a while, there’s only the sounds of ragged panting and the slide of their bodies meeting. But Wei Wuxian simply can’t resist teasing him again.
“Gege, am I being good enough for you?” he whispers into Lan Wangji’s mouth. He kisses him again. “Reward me?”
In response, Lan Wangji slows down, only to slam harder up into him, deeper. Wei Wuxian gasps into his mouth and chokes back a sob, burying his face into his neck, crying out softly in time with Lan Wangji’s low grunts. His nails dig into Lan Wangji’s shoulders again, scrape down his back. Lan Wangji hisses and bites his neck.
How cruel, Wei Wuxian thinks dimly, expecting him to be quiet when he fucks into him so well. And to be so unaffected.
He can feel himself slipping into the pleasure, his voice starting to come out on its own again. Even in his daze, he’s not sure if he likes the silence—it feels strange, other. But he will be quiet for Lan Wangji. He needs to be quiet. He will give Lan Wangji what he wants, trusts him. He jams his fingers into his mouth, biting down on the knuckles, muzzling himself.
Barely a minute passes when Lan Wangji slows again. His grip has been gradually tightening on his hips, fingers now digging in so hard they could bruise. Wei Wuxian looks up, hoping to be praised for keeping so quiet, but is instead met with a flash of displeasure. A jolt of shock runs through his body.
Lan Wangji looks down at him coldly. His fingertips press down further, painfully. Wei Wuxian’s breath hitches. His eyes widen.
But hasn’t he been good?
Suddenly, he feels Lan Wangji raising his hips off of him. Lan Wangji’s cock slides out and hits his stomach with a slap. Wei Wuxian’s surprise is muffled against his hand as Lan Wangji stands and lifts him, hands under his ass. Wei Wuxian tightens the arm around his neck, and wraps his legs around his waist to anchor himself as Lan Wangji walks across the room.
He stops. “Down.” Wei Wuxian’s legs immediately release, unsteadily touching the ground. His knees almost give out from under him, but Lan Wangji already has a steady arm around his waist. Lan Wangji turns his body to face a low bookshelf.
“Bend over.” Wei Wuxian complies. The wood is cool against his chest, his cheek. He keeps his fingers in his mouth, even with saliva pooling around them. Lan Wangji’s cock nudges at his entrance.
Wei Wuxian waits.
“It seems that I’m spoiling you too much,” Lan Wangji says, icily. He pushes forward just barely, a tease of a stretch. “Move yourself.”
Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and slides backwards, shakily. He feels the stretch, every millimeter of give. He feels how well their bodies fit together, seem to mold into each other—or, at least, how his body molds to take Lan Wangji’s.
But it’s not enough. When he’s the only one moving, it never is. Wei Wuxian complains of it often—Lan Wangji knows this well.
Is he being punished? For what? He pushes himself backwards, hand against the shelf. Lan Wangji’s hand just lightly rests against his hip, fingers on the curve of his waist, not directing his movement, just following it passively. Wei Wuxian tries to tempt him, takes his hand out of his mouth, reaches behind and spreads his ass wider, leaving glistening streaks of saliva. Lan Wangji still doesn’t move.
The smallest of whines escapes Wei Wuxian’s lips before he can stop himself.
The hand on his hip twitches in response.
Wei Wuxian latches onto the reaction. “Lan Zhan…” he whimpers softly. “Please…”
The hand tightens, then pulls him back as Lan Wangji finally begins meeting him in an opposing rhythm. Each time, he leaves just the tip inside, then pushes back in completely, forcing little exhales from Wei Wuxian. It’s slow but satisfying, each movement hits a place inside deeper than he could reach himself.
Lan Wangji begins driving forward faster and faster until his ensuing thrusts are relentless. Wei Wuxian crumples forward, his mouth loose and open around his fingers, drooling onto the shelf. The harsh, rapid slaps of Lan Wangji’s thighs against Wei Wuxian’s backside echo slightly in the room. He can barely think, eyes fluttering with pleasure, blissfully fucked out. It’s all he can do not to make a sound.
Lan Wangji breaks the silence, his voice a low growl. “Is even this not enough for you?” He pulls his ponytail, jerking Wei Wuxian’s head back, eliciting a gasp.
Not enough…? It’s too much…!
“You usually beg me to be gentler. Have you gotten so loose that you’re used to it now?” A shiver runs through Wei Wuxian. “How many fingers did you fit in this morning?
“Four?” Lan Wangji reaches forward, slides his fingers into Wei Wuxian’s mouth. “Five?” They push further back, then curl in and out. Wei Wuxian gags repeatedly, tears springing to his eyes.
Once satisfied, Lan Wangji releases his hold on his jaw. Wei Wuxian feels him lean back, putting a hand on his ass, a thumb tracing the edges of his hole, the rim stretched taut around Lan Wangji.
“But that’s not quite accurate, is it? You’re wetter than usual. Tighter, too.” Lan Wangji slowly forces his thumb in alongside his cock. Wei Wuxian makes increasingly pained choking noises at the burning of the increased stretch. It feels like it might tear. Shame rises in his throat when his cock jumps and leaks, alleviated only slightly by his breathless gasping.
Lan Wangji’s entire thumb is now inside, beside his cock. “So tight but look how easily you open for me.” There’s a note of awe in his voice. As Lan Wangji slides his thumb along the edge of his hole in a semi-circle, Wei Wuxian grips the edge of the shelf with one hand, white-knuckled, while biting down on the other, close to breaking skin.
Wei Wuxian gasps in relief as Lan Wangji’s thumb finally leaves his hole. It teases the stinging rim again, slicker than before.
“Look at you, dripping from both ends. What’s made you so wet, hm?”
The ground suddenly disappears from underneath Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji’s arms are looped under his knees, lifting him as he stands, cock still buried in his ass. Unsteady, he reaches behind him to balance himself, one hand on the forearm supporting his thigh, the other grasping the nape of Lan Wangji’s neck. Through heavily lidded eyes, Wei Wuxian registers that they’re now facing the door. His breaths come faster, fingers digging in as Lan Wangji thrusts into him.
“Could it be that Wei Ying actually wants to be heard?”
There's a flicker of familiarity at his words. Wei Wuxian's mouth opens, but the mumbles that leave it can barely be considered words. It sounds like he’s begging, on the verge of tears. He’s losing all sense of everything around him, only electric waves of pleasure pulsating faster and faster.
“Isn’t this what you want? For everyone to see you overwhelmed, stretched out on my cock, and still begging for it. Admiring the view.”
A sob bursts out of his chest. He has a vision of himself as he is, in a distraught sort of ecstasy, his Hanguang-jun using him like a doll, putting him on display, marking his possessions—
“Do you want me to stop?” Lan Wangji’s breaths are harsh against his ear. Wei Wuxian claws desperately at him, mouths against his neck, pleading sobs of no, never, don’t stop—
“I wouldn’t stop even if you begged.”
Lan Wangji sends a final thrust into that perfect spot and they’re coming together, Lan Wangji moaning in his ear as Wei Wuxian’s vision whites out briefly. It’s overwhelming—the sensation of Lan Wangji’s thick, hot come, his pleasure filling Wei Wuxian deep inside until he overflows, the primal knowledge that they are the only ones who can make the other feel like this, such animal pleasure.
Lan Wangji stays inside for a moment as Wei Wuxian returns to himself, allowing Wei Wuxian to continue feeling the swell of him, the yang intertwining with his yin. Then he pulls out. Wei Wuxian’s lower body convulses and twitches in Lan Wangji’s arms as his own come drips down his cock, mixing with the come pouring out of his ass.
He feels himself being lowered gently, then arms enveloping him, pulling him into a warm chest. His breathing slows, and a warm afterglow settles in the pit of his stomach. A lull washes over him as he curls into Lan Wangji.
Then, a hand loosely encircles his dripping cock, grazes it.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes fly open and he involuntarily jerks away, nerves no longer able to distinguish between pleasure and pain. But Lan Wangji’s hand doesn’t leave. It wraps around him more solidly now, stroking firmly, even as Wei Wuxian’s hips writhe in an attempt to escape the overstimulation.
“Lan—Lan Zha-an—” He means to whisper but instead it comes out as a hoarse cry. “I-I can’t—”
“Can’t what?”
Wei Wuxian’s hands are frantic vices on Lan Wangji’s forearm, straining against him. It doesn’t slow him down at all.
“Everyone—th-they’ll hear—” He desperately tries to control his voice, but it goes up and down in both pitch and volume even within a single syllable.
Lan Wangji’s voice is cold. “Let them.” His strokes become faster. A pained sound leaves Wei Wuxian’s lips and he clamps a hand over his mouth. “What are you afraid of?” Lan Wangji grabs his wrist and wrenches it away from his lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Lan Wangji snarls into his ear, his voice deep and possessive.
Wei Wuxian comes again with a pitiful, high-pitched wail.
--
They soak in the bath for a long time afterwards, Wei Wuxian leaning back against Lan Wangji’s broad chest. Lan Wangji runs his fingers through Wei Wuxian’s long, silken hair, untangling the knots so gently that Wei Wuxian barely feels a tug at all, much less any pain.
“Lan Zhan, you might’ve picked the wrong man to be your husband.”
Lan Zhan hums.
“You would prefer someone quieter, right?” he says nonchalantly. “I’m far too loud and shameless.”
He doesn’t really mean anything by it, but there’s a pause before Lan Wangji responds. “I like Wei Ying the way he is,” he enunciates carefully.
Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrow. He’s evading something.
“But you want me to be quieter,” he insists. He shifts slightly to the side, tries to catch his gaze.
Lan Wangji says nothing, working at another knot. Doesn’t meet his eye.
A realization dawns on him. “You like it,” Wei Wuxian says, shocked.
His husband still doesn’t respond. There’s just the slightest hesitation before he continues to run his fingers through his hair. A flicker towards his eyes then back down. It’s enough. Wei Wuxian pushes himself off and turns to face him. The ends of his hair slip through Lan Wangji’s fingers as he moves to the other side of the tub.
“You like it when I’m loud! Lan Zhan!” he says indignantly. “You’re the one who made me stay quiet! How could you be so mean to me for listening to what you told me to do? That’s playing dirty!”
A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Don’t think you can get away with this with just a charming smile! You even spanked me. And for what.” He pouts. “I’m restricting access to my ass. You and that slap-happy hand of yours can say goodbye to this tender flesh forever.”
“Forever?” Lan Wangji leans over to kiss his forehead, then pulls him back into his arms.
Wei Wuxian lets him, floating back over with no resistance. He wraps his arms around him and leans into his chest. “Okay, maybe not forever. But certainly for at least a week!”
Wei Wuxian feels Lan Wangji’s mouth curl slightly up again against his hair. “And who would that be punishing, exactly?”
“Lan Zhan!”