Lan Qiren hadn't been too thrilled about Wei Wuxian teaching a class. But Xichen and Lan Zhan were able to convince him that it would be good to supplement the disciples' education with clear examples of what not to do. a-Yuan had made sure that he was encouraging as best he could. That had made it easier.
There was also the matter of the Gusu students whispering among themselves about Wei Wuxian's new accessory that he wore proudly. Most days, he would remember. But there are many mornings when Lan Zhan personally saw to fixing his forehead ribbon. He smiled to himself. If he made it crooked on purpose, that was his own secret.
He knew Lan Zhan had many, many exhausting duties as Chief Cultivator and Clan obligations. But he managed to sneak meals to Lan Zhan to make sure his betrothed remembered to eat between meetings. And tried to oversee as much of the preparations as he could.
In the evenings, he happily plays Chenqing along with Lan Zhan. Their song, he swore, had Clarity as a part of it. One evening, he let the notes play out through the Jingshi and looked over at his betrothed. His betrothed. He couldn't help the slight laugh that escaped.
"Lan Zhan. Are there more rules when you are betrothed?"
Lan Zhan had been stubborn as a child, and it had only grown in the years since then when it came to the people he treasured. a-Yuan had been presented as his child, and any fuss Lan Qiren had made had been drowned out by the unyielding stare in Lan Zhan's eyes (and later, his convalescence). It's the same when he insists Wei Wuxian should teach a class, especially since it freed up a little time for Lan Zhan.
(And it was either allow Wei Wuxian to teach or have Lan Zhan wander off, which wasn't ideal. So he had relented, and Xichen and Sizhui made it easier, smoothed the edges over.)
He looked up at Wei Ying's question, resting his hands on the guqin, letting the notes fade before responding. "There are many rules for when you are betrothed. And different ones for marriage." The ghost of a smile touched his lips. "We have added rules since you wrote them, and some of those touched upon marriage."
They talked about respect and moderation. They are, technically, living in sin, with Wei Ying still in the Jingshi. But that had been another point Lan Zhan had firm on: he would not have Wei Ying assigned his own rooms, even temporarily, even until their marriage.
They certainly couldn't have Lan Zhan walk away from Gusu. Honestly, he thought that Qiren was starting to warm up to him more. Possibly. Well, the disciples loved the lessons he was teaching. He was sure that Qiren could at least see that. He also had the suspicion that Lan Zhan's unwavering stare certainly helped.
He felt his heart flutter when Lan Zhan afforded him one of his rare smiles.
"Changing the rules?" he asked, lip outing a little. "What rules are there? I don't recall writing any of the rules pertaining to betrothal and marriage all those years ago."
"Added, not changed." He made a small sound, shifting slightly so he could focus his attention on Wei Ying, rather than the instrument in front of him.
"The rules for marriage are discussed only when necessary," he said, thinking back over the rules for betrothals, for courting, for marriage. "There are debates about the suitability of the rules and how appropriate they are for children. Honor your partner, cherish them above all else," he cited from memory. "A dozen on purity, the marriage bed, recommendations for separate sleeping chambers."
He had thought, once, that all marriages were like his parents, living in separate houses and rarely seeing each other. It had sounded lovely; he could not bear the thought of being separated from Wei Ying now.
"Other rules regarding our forehead ribbons." He glanced up to Wei Ying's forehead, where the white ribbon rested. "Sizhui explained it you."
Wei Ying moved from where he was perched by the door and over to where Lan
Zhan was, settling close to him. He smiled when Lan Zhan automatically
recited the rules from memory. When he mentioned the ribbons, Wei Ying
reached up and touched at the bit that he had gotten used to in the last
few weeks, laughing softly.
"Yes, a-Yuan explained it to me. What about you? Will you get a new ribbon
soon? Or are you ribbonless for the rest of time?"
He watched as Wei Ying crossed over to him, reaching out to take his hand, twining their fingers together. In these quiet moments together, he liked the closeness between them, the ease with which he could simply touch.
"I will get a new one. You will be the first to tie it on my head." Once again, he fell quiet, before adding, "It was untraditional to give you my ribbon when I did and for me to go without one for as long as I have."
But he had no regrets about that and would do it again.
He knew that Lan Zhan held tradition close to his heart. Wei Ying
immediately let go and reached up to fiddle with the knot at the back of
the ribbon.
"Lan Zhan! I couldn't do that to you! Why didn't you or the others say
anything? I wouldn't want you to be so unconventional." That was Wei Ying's
job, after all. "Surely there could be another way for me to show everyone
that I am yours without sacrificing your not wearing the ribbon for so
long!"
The knot that Lan Zhan had tied earlier that morning proved to be more
stubborn than Wei Ying gave credit for. As he struggled with the knot, he
pleadingly looked at Lan Zhan.
With an almost tender expression on his face, he let Wei Ying struggle with the knot for a minute before grasping his hand and pulling it away from his hair.
"Wei Ying. I want you to have it and wear it, daily." The tips of his ears went slightly red, thinking about the reason why he enjoyed the sight of his future husband wearing his hair ribbon. "Leave it. I will get another soon."
He should have already gotten one; they weren't exactly hard to commission. But he had enjoyed it, knowing that when people looked at him and Wei Ying together, they knew what it meant.
He stopped immediately when Lan Zhan grasped his hand. Wei Ying noticed the
pinking tinge to his ears. That piqued his curiosity. A grin bloomed on his
face.
“Is there a reason why you like seeing me wear it so much?”
Since Wei Ying didn't try to pull his hand away, Lan Zhan curled his fingers around Wei Ying's palm, gently running his thumb over the soft skin there, tracing the lines in his palm.
"It marks you as mine, for everyone to see." He spoke quietly, even softer than usual for him. "When people see us together, they know what it means, what I have given you."
The red of his ears deepened. "And it makes me happy. To see you wearing it."
The feeling of Lan Zhan tracing his thumb over the lines of his palm had
Wei Ying shivering a little at the intimate touch. He moves closer,
enjoying how dark red Lan Zhan's ears are turning. He wants to crawl into
his beloved's lap yet knows that would probably be considered improper.
Instead, he reaches up his free hand and brushes his finger tips along the
red ears.
"Are there other ways I could make my Lan Zhan happy?"
It would be improper for Wei Ying to crawl into his lap, or for Lan Zhan to pull him into his lap. Improper and an even bigger breach of propriety than having Wei Ying stay in the Jingshi before their marriage. Lan Qiren had had a fit when Lan Zhan refused that directive.
But it's just them and Lan Zhan wants. So he reached out to grasp his hips, pulling Wei Ying into his lap, immediately burying his face in the curve of Wei Ying's neck. Improper and scandalous, but he can do this now. So he does.
"Mm. You make me happy." There's nothing else Wei Ying needs to do, truly; just exist.
He moved easily into his lap; slotted to fit perfectly as if they had truly
been made for each other. Wei Ying had to quiet the voice within that said
he didn't deserve this: Lan Zhan's affections, Lan Zhan's love, Lan Zhan's
life with him. He gasped when he felt Lan Zhan bury his face against his
sensitive neck. His breath stuttered, feeling that simple action fan some
spark within him.
"Lan Zhan," he gasped out quietly. Gooseflesh appeared where Lan Zhan was
against his neck. "Surely, there is something I can do as well."
He could taste that neck, if he so desired, although he made no move to actually kiss Wei Ying's neck. With his betrothed on his lap like this, it probably wasn't a smart move.
"You do, by wearing the ribbon and being here. I can think of little else." Not exactly true, but not a lie; more an omission of sorts. There was plenty he could think of that he wanted, but those thoughts bordered on inappropriate.
"I would—" He lifted his head, staring at the red ribbon still in Wei Wuxian's hair, contemplative. "Like to wear your colors." Red and black were not exactly suitable against his robes, but a trace element wouldn't hurt.
He yearned for Lan Zhan to just taste, do something and not
tease him like this. Then Lan Zhan spoke and Wei Ying had to concentrate to
hear what he was saying. Certainly, inappropriate thoughts were running
through Wei Ying's head that wishes that they could throw Lan tradition in
the deepest part of the lake and put the erotic novel he had teased Lan
Zhan with so many years ago to shame. He swallowed deeply when Lan Zhan
lifted his head.
It was going to be a very difficult wait until they were allowed to share a
marital bed.
Wearing...his colors? He couldn't imagine Lan Zhan wearing black nor red.
Especially, since red seemed to be reminiscent of the Wen clan, still a
fresh memory for quite a few people. The red and black colors making some
uneasy in their memory of the Yiling Patriarch.
"Lan Zhan," he breathed. It was a little difficult to think clearly. But an
idea formed in his mind. "...perhaps I could gift you with something. On
our day."
He stared at Wei Ying for a moment before nodding. He would gladly accept anything Wei Ying wanted to give him, that was a given, no matter what it was. (As long as it did not involve Wei Ying leaving.)
"Our wedding day, then." Which was, in his opinion, too far away. The fact that they couldn't just elope and make their bows somewhere else was frustrating. Returning his head to Wei Ying's shoulder, he nudged away the collar of his robe, pressing a kiss to the curve of his neck.
He tried to keep it light, knowing they shouldn't do anything more than kiss, but even his resolve flagged, at times. So he bit down, firm enough to mark, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue.
Wei Ying was asking himself the very same question. Why couldn't they
simply go on their own? It would've been a much better idea. But it
could've brought some kind of scandal upon the Lan clan.
He reached up after Lan Zhan moved his head to lay on his shoulder once
more. Teasing would not do. A tug on his own red hair ribbon undid it and
it fell from him just as Lan Zhan bit down on him, sending sparks and
lightning through his veins and causing his body to jerk a little.
"Lan Zhan!" he gasped.
He had to keep quiet. Living together in sin was one thing, actually
sinning while doing so before the wedding was another. He couldn't give any
indicator of sorts. Wei Ying bit down on his lip and held back the moan
that threatened to escape. He held his ribbon tightly.
"I-in the meantime," he said, licking his lips and drawing deep breaths,
"maybe you could...wear my ribbon. Around your wrist, perhaps, or in your
hair."
It wouldn't have brought scandal down on the Lan clan, or if it did, Lan Zhan didn't much care. But he was Chief Cultivator, and that was a big deal, and if the cultivation world was to accept Wei Ying as part of his life, there needed to be official recognition.
The gasp made him smirk, a little teasing lift of his lips hidden in Wei Ying's neck. He didn't lift his head until Wei Ying brought up the ribbon, which did draw his attention.
He studied his beloved, hair now falling around his face. "Which would you prefer?" he asked. "I will accept either."
There's a flush that graced Wei Ying's cheeks from how he had gasped Lan
Zhan's name. Was it a preview of nights to come? Or could he be shameless
and take up the Chief Cultivator's time in between meetings? Many a naughty
thought began to run through his mind. Lunch delights. Lan Zhan needing to
conduct a meeting with Wei Ying's own bite marks on him.
He considered it a moment before slipping the red ribbon through Lan Zhan's
dark locks until it could be tied around the hair tie that is already in
place. This way, the world could see flashes of it and know to whom Lan
Zhan belonged to.
Lan Zhan was a man of infinite patience. Waiting a few more weeks was nothing, considering the long wait to find Wei Ying again, even though it was maddening to not put his hands all over his beloved.
But once that was over, once they were officially married, Lan Zhan wouldn't want to keep his hands off. His duties were important, but they could find the time.
He lowered his head so Wei Ying could tie the ribbon around his head, then reached up to feel the ribbon, letting the ends of the ribbon trail through his fingers. "How does it look?"
It seemed strange to see the streak of read against Lan Zhan's pale
complexion. And yet it seemed...right. Wei Ying brushed his fingers along
the ribbon and smiled softly, dragging his tough along the length of it and
toward the ends.
"Like you belong to me. As I belong to you," he replied. "As you would say:
shameless."
A grin played on his lips as he made himself more comfortable in Lan Zhan's
lap.
"Shameless," he echoed, lips curled up in a smirk that he could easily hide in Wei Ying's neck once again. He tightened his grip on Wei Ying as the other man settled in his lap, careful to refrain from squeezing too hard.
"I do belong to you," he said, after a moment of quiet. "I will always be yours."
Wei Ying knew that he was already half hard in his robes from Lan Zhan
nuzzling at his neck and the sharp bite that truly sent the blood heading
between his legs. He had to stop himself from wanting to rock a little
against Lan Zhan in this position. He chuckled when he echoed his
sentiments instead.
"And I will always be yours, Lan Zhan," he said quietly.
The grip on his hips had him harden a little bit more and Wei Ying tried to
recite some of the Lan rules in his head to calm down his blood from
getting too hot.
The robes left little to the imagination, at least when Wei Ying was in his lap, pressed against him. Feeling his betrothed harden against him sparked an answering lust in Lan Zhan, blood pooling between his legs, making him grow hard.
There were easily a hundred rules he could recite to cool his blood and not stir his passions. And a hundred more rules on why he should do exactly that. They all fled when Wei Ying promised to be his. A soft sound, half-moan and half-growl, escaped him, and he twisted, lowering Wei Ying to the floor, settling between his legs.
"I wanted to wait," he whispered, staring down at his beloved. "Show you the respect you deserve. But I can't."
He gasped and held on as Lan Zhan moved them, lowering him to the floor.
There was the whispered promise of wanting to wait but surely...Wei Ying
reaches up and brushes his fingers along Lan Zhan's cheek and sharp jawline.
"Haven't we waited long enough? Lan Zhan. I've waited two lifetimes.
Certainly, that would provide an exception to the rules," he partially
moaned. "And you still respect me. You love me, do you not?"
It's daring of him to accuse Lan Zhan of this but was it hardly an
accusation? They knew that they loved each other. What was the point of
propriety?
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There was also the matter of the Gusu students whispering among themselves about Wei Wuxian's new accessory that he wore proudly. Most days, he would remember. But there are many mornings when Lan Zhan personally saw to fixing his forehead ribbon. He smiled to himself. If he made it crooked on purpose, that was his own secret.
He knew Lan Zhan had many, many exhausting duties as Chief Cultivator and Clan obligations. But he managed to sneak meals to Lan Zhan to make sure his betrothed remembered to eat between meetings. And tried to oversee as much of the preparations as he could.
In the evenings, he happily plays Chenqing along with Lan Zhan. Their song, he swore, had Clarity as a part of it. One evening, he let the notes play out through the Jingshi and looked over at his betrothed. His betrothed. He couldn't help the slight laugh that escaped.
"Lan Zhan. Are there more rules when you are betrothed?"
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(And it was either allow Wei Wuxian to teach or have Lan Zhan wander off, which wasn't ideal. So he had relented, and Xichen and Sizhui made it easier, smoothed the edges over.)
He looked up at Wei Ying's question, resting his hands on the guqin, letting the notes fade before responding. "There are many rules for when you are betrothed. And different ones for marriage." The ghost of a smile touched his lips. "We have added rules since you wrote them, and some of those touched upon marriage."
They talked about respect and moderation. They are, technically, living in sin, with Wei Ying still in the Jingshi. But that had been another point Lan Zhan had firm on: he would not have Wei Ying assigned his own rooms, even temporarily, even until their marriage.
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He felt his heart flutter when Lan Zhan afforded him one of his rare smiles.
"Changing the rules?" he asked, lip outing a little. "What rules are there? I don't recall writing any of the rules pertaining to betrothal and marriage all those years ago."
Not counting for his terrible memory.
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"The rules for marriage are discussed only when necessary," he said, thinking back over the rules for betrothals, for courting, for marriage. "There are debates about the suitability of the rules and how appropriate they are for children. Honor your partner, cherish them above all else," he cited from memory. "A dozen on purity, the marriage bed, recommendations for separate sleeping chambers."
He had thought, once, that all marriages were like his parents, living in separate houses and rarely seeing each other. It had sounded lovely; he could not bear the thought of being separated from Wei Ying now.
"Other rules regarding our forehead ribbons." He glanced up to Wei Ying's forehead, where the white ribbon rested. "Sizhui explained it you."
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Wei Ying moved from where he was perched by the door and over to where Lan Zhan was, settling close to him. He smiled when Lan Zhan automatically recited the rules from memory. When he mentioned the ribbons, Wei Ying reached up and touched at the bit that he had gotten used to in the last few weeks, laughing softly.
"Yes, a-Yuan explained it to me. What about you? Will you get a new ribbon soon? Or are you ribbonless for the rest of time?"
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"I will get a new one. You will be the first to tie it on my head." Once again, he fell quiet, before adding, "It was untraditional to give you my ribbon when I did and for me to go without one for as long as I have."
But he had no regrets about that and would do it again.
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He knew that Lan Zhan held tradition close to his heart. Wei Ying immediately let go and reached up to fiddle with the knot at the back of the ribbon.
"Lan Zhan! I couldn't do that to you! Why didn't you or the others say anything? I wouldn't want you to be so unconventional." That was Wei Ying's job, after all. "Surely there could be another way for me to show everyone that I am yours without sacrificing your not wearing the ribbon for so long!"
The knot that Lan Zhan had tied earlier that morning proved to be more stubborn than Wei Ying gave credit for. As he struggled with the knot, he pleadingly looked at Lan Zhan.
"It is important and it means so much to you."
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"Wei Ying. I want you to have it and wear it, daily." The tips of his ears went slightly red, thinking about the reason why he enjoyed the sight of his future husband wearing his hair ribbon. "Leave it. I will get another soon."
He should have already gotten one; they weren't exactly hard to commission. But he had enjoyed it, knowing that when people looked at him and Wei Ying together, they knew what it meant.
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“Lan Zhan.”
He stopped immediately when Lan Zhan grasped his hand. Wei Ying noticed the pinking tinge to his ears. That piqued his curiosity. A grin bloomed on his face.
“Is there a reason why you like seeing me wear it so much?”
He couldn’t resist teasing.
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"It marks you as mine, for everyone to see." He spoke quietly, even softer than usual for him. "When people see us together, they know what it means, what I have given you."
The red of his ears deepened. "And it makes me happy. To see you wearing it."
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The feeling of Lan Zhan tracing his thumb over the lines of his palm had Wei Ying shivering a little at the intimate touch. He moves closer, enjoying how dark red Lan Zhan's ears are turning. He wants to crawl into his beloved's lap yet knows that would probably be considered improper. Instead, he reaches up his free hand and brushes his finger tips along the red ears.
"Are there other ways I could make my Lan Zhan happy?"
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But it's just them and Lan Zhan wants. So he reached out to grasp his hips, pulling Wei Ying into his lap, immediately burying his face in the curve of Wei Ying's neck. Improper and scandalous, but he can do this now. So he does.
"Mm. You make me happy." There's nothing else Wei Ying needs to do, truly; just exist.
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He moved easily into his lap; slotted to fit perfectly as if they had truly been made for each other. Wei Ying had to quiet the voice within that said he didn't deserve this: Lan Zhan's affections, Lan Zhan's love, Lan Zhan's life with him. He gasped when he felt Lan Zhan bury his face against his sensitive neck. His breath stuttered, feeling that simple action fan some spark within him.
"Lan Zhan," he gasped out quietly. Gooseflesh appeared where Lan Zhan was against his neck. "Surely, there is something I can do as well."
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"You do, by wearing the ribbon and being here. I can think of little else." Not exactly true, but not a lie; more an omission of sorts. There was plenty he could think of that he wanted, but those thoughts bordered on inappropriate.
"I would—" He lifted his head, staring at the red ribbon still in Wei Wuxian's hair, contemplative. "Like to wear your colors." Red and black were not exactly suitable against his robes, but a trace element wouldn't hurt.
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He yearned for Lan Zhan to just taste, do something and not tease him like this. Then Lan Zhan spoke and Wei Ying had to concentrate to hear what he was saying. Certainly, inappropriate thoughts were running through Wei Ying's head that wishes that they could throw Lan tradition in the deepest part of the lake and put the erotic novel he had teased Lan Zhan with so many years ago to shame. He swallowed deeply when Lan Zhan lifted his head.
It was going to be a very difficult wait until they were allowed to share a marital bed.
Wearing...his colors? He couldn't imagine Lan Zhan wearing black nor red. Especially, since red seemed to be reminiscent of the Wen clan, still a fresh memory for quite a few people. The red and black colors making some uneasy in their memory of the Yiling Patriarch.
"Lan Zhan," he breathed. It was a little difficult to think clearly. But an idea formed in his mind. "...perhaps I could gift you with something. On our day."
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"Our wedding day, then." Which was, in his opinion, too far away. The fact that they couldn't just elope and make their bows somewhere else was frustrating. Returning his head to Wei Ying's shoulder, he nudged away the collar of his robe, pressing a kiss to the curve of his neck.
He tried to keep it light, knowing they shouldn't do anything more than kiss, but even his resolve flagged, at times. So he bit down, firm enough to mark, immediately soothing the sting with his tongue.
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Wei Ying was asking himself the very same question. Why couldn't they simply go on their own? It would've been a much better idea. But it could've brought some kind of scandal upon the Lan clan.
He reached up after Lan Zhan moved his head to lay on his shoulder once more. Teasing would not do. A tug on his own red hair ribbon undid it and it fell from him just as Lan Zhan bit down on him, sending sparks and lightning through his veins and causing his body to jerk a little.
"Lan Zhan!" he gasped.
He had to keep quiet. Living together in sin was one thing, actually sinning while doing so before the wedding was another. He couldn't give any indicator of sorts. Wei Ying bit down on his lip and held back the moan that threatened to escape. He held his ribbon tightly.
"I-in the meantime," he said, licking his lips and drawing deep breaths, "maybe you could...wear my ribbon. Around your wrist, perhaps, or in your hair."
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The gasp made him smirk, a little teasing lift of his lips hidden in Wei Ying's neck. He didn't lift his head until Wei Ying brought up the ribbon, which did draw his attention.
He studied his beloved, hair now falling around his face. "Which would you prefer?" he asked. "I will accept either."
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There's a flush that graced Wei Ying's cheeks from how he had gasped Lan Zhan's name. Was it a preview of nights to come? Or could he be shameless and take up the Chief Cultivator's time in between meetings? Many a naughty thought began to run through his mind. Lunch delights. Lan Zhan needing to conduct a meeting with Wei Ying's own bite marks on him.
He considered it a moment before slipping the red ribbon through Lan Zhan's dark locks until it could be tied around the hair tie that is already in place. This way, the world could see flashes of it and know to whom Lan Zhan belonged to.
"There."
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But once that was over, once they were officially married, Lan Zhan wouldn't want to keep his hands off. His duties were important, but they could find the time.
He lowered his head so Wei Ying could tie the ribbon around his head, then reached up to feel the ribbon, letting the ends of the ribbon trail through his fingers. "How does it look?"
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It seemed strange to see the streak of read against Lan Zhan's pale complexion. And yet it seemed...right. Wei Ying brushed his fingers along the ribbon and smiled softly, dragging his tough along the length of it and toward the ends.
"Like you belong to me. As I belong to you," he replied. "As you would say: shameless."
A grin played on his lips as he made himself more comfortable in Lan Zhan's lap.
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"I do belong to you," he said, after a moment of quiet. "I will always be yours."
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Wei Ying knew that he was already half hard in his robes from Lan Zhan nuzzling at his neck and the sharp bite that truly sent the blood heading between his legs. He had to stop himself from wanting to rock a little against Lan Zhan in this position. He chuckled when he echoed his sentiments instead.
"And I will always be yours, Lan Zhan," he said quietly.
The grip on his hips had him harden a little bit more and Wei Ying tried to recite some of the Lan rules in his head to calm down his blood from getting too hot.
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There were easily a hundred rules he could recite to cool his blood and not stir his passions. And a hundred more rules on why he should do exactly that. They all fled when Wei Ying promised to be his. A soft sound, half-moan and half-growl, escaped him, and he twisted, lowering Wei Ying to the floor, settling between his legs.
"I wanted to wait," he whispered, staring down at his beloved. "Show you the respect you deserve. But I can't."
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He gasped and held on as Lan Zhan moved them, lowering him to the floor. There was the whispered promise of wanting to wait but surely...Wei Ying reaches up and brushes his fingers along Lan Zhan's cheek and sharp jawline.
"Haven't we waited long enough? Lan Zhan. I've waited two lifetimes. Certainly, that would provide an exception to the rules," he partially moaned. "And you still respect me. You love me, do you not?"
It's daring of him to accuse Lan Zhan of this but was it hardly an accusation? They knew that they loved each other. What was the point of propriety?
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