I don't mean like this, just [Wei Wuxian pauses, trying to make sure his words are clear and there's no way to misinterpret.] I just didn't mean for it to be when I was drunk. It was easier then, but you deserve something more romantic.
[He feels unusually small and open, but isn't able to keep himself from speaking.] I never said or did anything I didn't mean when I was drunk. It just made it so I didn't chicken out.
I am glad. [ He pauses, then hastens to add: ] That it is meant, and not just a random comment. I would rather have them said, even while you are drunk, than not at all.
[ After all, he wasn't going to make the first move, too unsure of the nature of Wei Wuxian's feelings to risk their friendship. ]
[With a relieved smile he lets Lan Zhan’s hands fall in favor of stepping even closer and winding his own arms around Lan Zhan’s waist] I would never tease about this, not with you. You’re it for me, Lan Zhan.
[And he means it, sincerity curling around every word. It takes Wei Wuxian every ounce of resistance to not just kiss Lan Zhan here against this tree for anyone to find them.]
[The small gasp he lets out at the shock of being kissed by the object of his affections is small and covered by that very kiss. But Wei Ying also isn’t going to let this go unanswered. So he leans in enough to deepen the kiss, holding himself flush against Lan Zhan’s body as he does so]
[ Lan Zhan cups Wei Ying's face, brushing his thumb against his jaw as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, finally pulling back with a nip against Wei Ying's lower lip. ]
Too talkative. [ Which is mostly meant as a tease because he's only said one word, and really, Lan Zhan doesn't mind his chatter.
But he does want to render Wei Ying speechless, so he kisses him again, harder this time, one hand sliding into his hair, tilting his head slightly so the angle is better. ]
[First Wei Ying is laughing into the kiss, but that quickly goes away when Lan Zhan takes complete control of it and turns into a soft groan. He wants more, and so hikes a leg between Lan Zhan's own in an attempt to get even closer, shameless in his wanting this. Even if they don't get further—especially given their location—Wei Ying wants Lan Zhan to know he's wanted.]
[ Rolling his hips against that leg pressed between his, Lan Zhan brief entertains the idea of pressing Wei Ying against the tree, and then recalls where they are. He pulls back slowly, running hands down his side. ] Wei Ying. Not here.
[Wei Ying definitely forgot where they were the moment Lan Zhan's hips pressed against his, his breath hitching momentarily.] S-sorry, forgot. [His face is flushed when he takes Lan Zhan's hand in his own and tugs him towards the dorms. His main goal is to make out more, but that will definitely be easier to do somewhere private.]
No apologies. [ He was just as bad, nearly giving in to the urge to ignore propriety and continue making out with Wei Ying right there.
This is Wei Ying, who holds his hand easily and often, so it's easy to fall into step beside him, heading toward the dorms and the privacy of their rooms. ]
[Its convenient that they live in the same building, but Wuxian still leads them to Lan Zhan’s floor instead—it’s definitely the cleaner room, and Wuxian isn’t certain if his roommate is in or not. Lan Zhan’s single will definitely be better for more intimate activities. Not that he’s above making out in front of his roommate, but Lan Zhan is too precious to make a show out of like that. And he isn’t sure how far they’ll want to go after pining for so long.
The moment that Lan Zhan gets his door open and they’re inside, Wuxian is pinning Lan Zhan to the door to kiss him again, eager yet slow at first. If possible, it’s even better than those first few kisses, the impatience fading and replaced with just desire for Lan Zhan, and the desire to learn what he likes best.]
[ It takes too long and no time at all to reach his room, definitely the preferred choice over Wei Wuxian's dorm. They have guaranteed privacy, which means, once the door is closed behind them, there's no reason to object to Wei Wuxian pressing him against the door.
Lan Zhan slides his hands into Wei Wuxian's hair, tilting his head slightly so he can deepen the kiss, teasing Wei Wuxian's lips with his tongue, skipping slow and sweet to go straight to filthy. ]
[The moan that Wei Ying lets out from the direction Lan Zhan takes the kiss is low but has the volume of surprise. He wasn't expecting to just.. jump right into things, but he certainly isn't going to complain either. Wei Ying easily follows Lan Zhan's lead, hips pressing against Lan Zhan's to show him exactly how much he's wanted this, how much he still wants this.]
[ It is possibly inappropriate to move so quickly, but Lan Zhan has been thinking about kissing Wei Wuxian since the second time he encountered the other man, and he doesn't want to hold back now.
He's the one to slide a leg between Wei Ying's this time, pressing against him, displaying just desperate he is for Wei Ying. ]
[And Wei Ying certainly isn't going to protest when he's wanted to kiss Lan Zhan just as long. With another shameless moan, his arms wrap around Lan Zhan's waist in an effort to keep himself steady so that his hips can rock.
The only reason Wei Ying pulls away from the kiss is to catch his breath, and he quickly dives back in for more.]
[ It's a good thing they're pressed up against the door and not on the bed, or else Lan Zhan would be sorely tempted to do more than just rocking against Wei Ying, kissing him deeply.
Finally, he breaks the kiss to trail his lips over Wei Ying's jaw, and down his neck, pausing at the curve of his neck and shoulder to bite down, soothing the sting with his tongue. ]
[With his mouth no longer pre-occupied, Wei Ying's moans gain volume, especially as he's bit. Liking that as much as he does is news to him, but he's definitely not complaining when it means he has Lan Zhan's mouth anywhere on him.]
Holy shit, fuck, Lan Zhan, fuck—
[The curses continue, mixed with Lan Zhan's name, until his last remaining brain cell decides to split and rub together long enough for Wei Ying to get a better idea. The better idea being, of course, dragging Lan Zhan to the bed and pushing him down onto it before climbing to straddle his lap.]
I never imagined I'd get you like this, all to myself.
[ Moving from the door to bed is a brilliant idea, even if it makes Lan Zhan's ears burn. Part of him thinks he should slow this down, but the greater part wants to keep touching and kissing.
When Wei Ying straddles him, Lan Zhan slides a hand under his shirt, dragging his fingers up Wei Ying's side and around his back, just firm enough not to tickle. ] Nor did I, though I dreamt of it. Desired it.
[The feeling of Lan Zhan's hands on his bare skin is almost too much, drawing a small whimper from him. It's all Wei Ying can do to not just strip right there, and tear Lan Zhan's clothes off with them. Instead, for now, Wei Ying leans down to mouth at Lan Zhan's neck, scraping teeth over skin and soothing it with his tongue as he gradually works his way down.] What are you comfortable with, Lan Zhan?
[ Always quiet, the only sign that Lan Zhan is affected by Wei Ying's mouth on his neck is a sharp inhale and the flex of his hands on Wei Ying's back. ] With you? Everything.
[ 'Everything' might be too much at first, but Lan Zhan is unconcerned about that. He really does want everything. He slides his hands up, tugging at Wei Ying's shirt. If nothing else, he wants to see. ] And you?
[Lan Zhan being willing to do everything with him makes Wei Ying whine. He wants, so badly, but he knows he does not have the patience at the moment to go all the way. But he absolutely wants to.]
Everything with Lan Zhan. [Wei Ying doesn't even think when he pulls his shirt off, smiling down at Lan Zhan for a moment before pulling his shirt off as well. That layer out of the way, Wei Ying starts to kiss and lick at Lan Zhan's chest, exploring as if determined to map his skin with his tongue.]
[ That whine makes Lan Zhan shudder, and he reaches for Wei Ying once his shirt is off, hands trailing over his shoulders and back, desperate to touch. ]
Wei Ying. [ There is something he needs to mention if they're going to do this, whatever 'this' is, for the moment. ]
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[He feels unusually small and open, but isn't able to keep himself from speaking.] I never said or did anything I didn't mean when I was drunk. It just made it so I didn't chicken out.
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[ After all, he wasn't going to make the first move, too unsure of the nature of Wei Wuxian's feelings to risk their friendship. ]
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[And he means it, sincerity curling around every word. It takes Wei Wuxian every ounce of resistance to not just kiss Lan Zhan here against this tree for anyone to find them.]
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Lan Zhan still tilts his head, closing that remaining space between them to press his lips against Wei Ying's in a brief, almost chaste, kiss. ]
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Wow. [Is all he can manage before grinning, then laughing, and pressing against Lan Zhan to do that again.]
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But he does want to render Wei Ying speechless, so he kisses him again, harder this time, one hand sliding into his hair, tilting his head slightly so the angle is better. ]
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This is Wei Ying, who holds his hand easily and often, so it's easy to fall into step beside him, heading toward the dorms and the privacy of their rooms. ]
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The moment that Lan Zhan gets his door open and they’re inside, Wuxian is pinning Lan Zhan to the door to kiss him again, eager yet slow at first. If possible, it’s even better than those first few kisses, the impatience fading and replaced with just desire for Lan Zhan, and the desire to learn what he likes best.]
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Lan Zhan slides his hands into Wei Wuxian's hair, tilting his head slightly so he can deepen the kiss, teasing Wei Wuxian's lips with his tongue, skipping slow and sweet to go straight to filthy. ]
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he goes from 0 to 100 real quick
He's the one to slide a leg between Wei Ying's this time, pressing against him, displaying just desperate he is for Wei Ying. ]
car manufacturers would like his secret
The only reason Wei Ying pulls away from the kiss is to catch his breath, and he quickly dives back in for more.]
*just how desperate omg my typos ;;;;
Finally, he breaks the kiss to trail his lips over Wei Ying's jaw, and down his neck, pausing at the curve of his neck and shoulder to bite down, soothing the sting with his tongue. ]
omg no you're fine angel <3
Holy shit, fuck, Lan Zhan, fuck—
[The curses continue, mixed with Lan Zhan's name, until his last remaining brain cell decides to split and rub together long enough for Wei Ying to get a better idea. The better idea being, of course, dragging Lan Zhan to the bed and pushing him down onto it before climbing to straddle his lap.]
I never imagined I'd get you like this, all to myself.
<3
When Wei Ying straddles him, Lan Zhan slides a hand under his shirt, dragging his fingers up Wei Ying's side and around his back, just firm enough not to tickle. ] Nor did I, though I dreamt of it. Desired it.
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[ 'Everything' might be too much at first, but Lan Zhan is unconcerned about that. He really does want everything. He slides his hands up, tugging at Wei Ying's shirt. If nothing else, he wants to see. ] And you?
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Everything with Lan Zhan. [Wei Ying doesn't even think when he pulls his shirt off, smiling down at Lan Zhan for a moment before pulling his shirt off as well. That layer out of the way, Wei Ying starts to kiss and lick at Lan Zhan's chest, exploring as if determined to map his skin with his tongue.]
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Wei Ying. [ There is something he needs to mention if they're going to do this, whatever 'this' is, for the moment. ]
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The sound of his name—and just his name—pulls Wei Ying out of his aroused haze, giving Lan Zhan his full attention.]
Yes, Lan Zhan? [His expression is a little confused, but still very much aroused and into what they're doing.]
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