[For a moment, Lan Zhan is disappointed Wuxian accepts his offer, but pushes that aside. It was silly and this was just a treat for his love before his 'punishment'.
He steps over to the table and sits down. He opens the bottle and serves his partner a glass.
They could wait to get physical after drinks, but there was nothing that said they could start the verbal sparring, was there?]
[Wei Wuxian was the talkative type, this unsurprisingly did not stop in the bedroom, so he's more than happy to have this conversation. He settles himself at the table and takes a sip of the liquor with a satisfied sigh before he answers, though, drawing it out deliberately. He gives Lan Zhan an impish smile]
I was just considering some of my favourite memories and thought it was only fair that I share one you were involved in.
[He pretends to consider it - he wouldn't, of course, Lan Zhan would spontaneously combust and then where would he be - but he does enjoy making him squirm, just a little]
No, I don't think I would... I'd want to keep it all to myself.
[With a smirk, he passed the cup back. Right answer. He didn't wait for Wuxian to finish it though before rising from the table, his tea left untouched.
He paused as he stepped toward their bedroom and looked back. With another smirk on his lips he reached up, he met Wuxian's gaze, and tugged his headband off.
[Wuxian watches him in a daze for a moment until he comes to his senses and his cup is being abandoned on the table as he scrambles to his feet. He nearly falls over in his eagerness, and has to take a second - just a second - to right himself once he's standing, but then he's rushing after Lan Zhan into the other room. There's no attempt to be suave about it, he knows Lan Zhan already knows how much he wants this]
[Lan Zhan was waiting for him the instant he appeared through the door. Like a tiger, he pounced, snatching the slender body with his movement and pinning Wuxian against the wall right next to the doorway.
Just as he'd captured the slightly smaller man with his frame, he unapologetically claimed his lips as well. These belonged to him and he kissed the beautifully, irritating mouth with all the passion he had so much trouble expressing in other ways.]
[He should have been expecting it, but somehow Lan Zhan still managed to surprise him, a startled yelp of laughter escaping his lips as he was suddenly pressed up against the wall. He did love when Lan Zhan got like this.
Before he had a chance to say anything, though, there were passionate lips pressed against his and he sighed into the kiss, all the tension escaping him at once as he wound his arms around Lan Zhan's shoulders and kisses him back with equal fervour]
[He felt the wings of butterflies in his chest and the swell of pride that he could bring out that kind of reaction still. He loved this man with every piece of his soul and each day it only grew. It didn't seem possible when their love already seemed infinite, but it had been proven time and time again to be true.
He lifted a hand to smooth along Wuxian's shoulder and up the hot, bare skin of his neck. His fingers cupped the back of the other man's head as he deepened the kiss. He opened his lips and brushed Wei Ying's bottom lip with his tongue.]
[Wei Wuxian was and always would be putty in his hands - Lan Zhan always seemed to know exactly what he needed, what kind of touch would drive him wild. The swipe of tongue had him parting his lips with a soft noise of encouragement, and he pressed himself closer almost needily, asking for more with his entire body.
The love that Lan Zhan felt for him, the love that he could feel in the other man's every touch, was matched in every way by how much love Wei Ying had for him]
[Wuxian tasted of alcohol and the familiar sweetness that Lan Zhan would always crave as uniquely him. As he let his tongue stroke the other man's, his hand dropped to tug at the fabric around Wuxian's waist loosening his robes.
He smoothed his hands up along Wuxian's chest up to his shoulders and pushed his robes down off of them. It was like unwrapping a beautiful present, except he normally would take his time to admire each and every layer of effort. In this case, he just wanted the prize. It didn't matter how many times he had it either, there would be nothing more exquisite than Wei Ying's bare and gorgeous body to turn him into the most impatient, spoiled unwrapper there was.]
[Wei Ying grins against his lips at how eager his love is to get his robes off him, briefly removing his arms from around Lan Zhan to make it easier to slide the fabric off his shoulders. When he returns those arms, though, they don't go back to where they were - instead he begins to tug at the belt around Lan Zhan's waist in turn. He is no less eager to unwrap his own gift, after all.]
[His kisses trail down Wuxian's jaw to the soft, warm skin along his neck. His hands ran back down his partner's sides and at his hips tugged the other man's long undershirt up.
Lan Zhan used to wear as much as six layers underneath his robes, maintaining the highest standards of modesty and if they were in public, he would still have a layer or more than necessary. At home and knowing he'd be calling his lover home before long, the fabric spilled open to reveal he had only been wearing his silk trousers underneath.]
[Another grin at the realisation that Lan Zhan is wearing fewer layers - as fun as it could be, sometimes, peeling off each layer and teasing them both with the anticipation, he's too eager to waste much time now, so he's quick to start pushing the fabric aside so he can slide his hands beneath, unerringly seeking skin.
He finally breaks away from the kiss, panting and breathless and unable to keep the smile from his face, warm hands sliding over firm abs
This doesn't feel much like punishment, Lan Zhan, this feels like a reward...
[His lips go still against Wei Ying's neck at the reminder. He'd gotten so caught up in the moment, he'd forgotten to be devious. There was a reason, that was Wuxian's specialty and not his own.
However, he smirked, warming to the idea of a new game..]
[He breathed a laugh. That had been wonderfully predictable. His hand brushed lightly across the hair in Wei Wuxian's face.]
Good start.
[He shrugged out of his robes leaving and dragged the undershirt his partner was wearing off next.]
Come to the bed and show me.
[And when he was satisfied, he'd finish binding the other man's hands and having his way with him. Fortunately, there were no rules that said they had to go directly along that route. Lan Zhan wasn't planning on letting Wei Wuxian out of his bed again for quite a while.]
[Lan Zhan's laughter, however slight, was definitely in the top five noises Wei Wuxian liked to draw out of him, and he grins delightedly to hear it.
He lifts his arms easily, letting the undershirt be pulled off, and then taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam over his lover's exposed body. He objects to the trousers he's still wearing - that's still too many clothes. Still, he can do as he's told, and he'll gladly follow Lan Zhan to the bed so he can set about lavishing attention on that perfect form]
Mmm, yes Hanguang Jun.
[It's a tone of sweet obedience that belies the wicked glint in his eye, and it's ruined immediately by the way he licks his lips in anticipation]
[Lan Zhan turns around as he's sitting on the bed and nearly fumbles. His heartbeat quickens and his mouth goes dry watching the swipe of pink across plush lips making him feel like he's about to be devoured. He truly loves it when Wei Wuxian gets like this.
He can't even wait long enough to scoot back further on the bed before he's reaching for the other man. The desire to touch and kiss him was much too strong.]
[Wei Wuxian grins wickedly, because sitting on the edge of the bed is exactly where he wants Lan Zhan, the perfect place for Wei Ying to climb into his lap.
He slides his hands around the other man's waist, enjoying the feel of warm skin under his fingers, running his nails up his back with a pleased smile as he dives in for another heated kiss]
[Lan Zhan eagerly meets that kiss. His hands smooth along his husband's back, drawing him closer. His lips part willingly to let Wuxian in.
One hand slides lower, underneath silk to grip possessively a round, firm cheek. He knows he wants whatever his devious husband has in mind, but he refuses to not partake of such a lovely treat when it's within reach. ]
[Wei Wuxian is happy to just lose himself in the kiss for a little while, letting his hands roam around his husband's body - one hand slides up into his hair, the other stroking down his chest.
Eventually, breathlessly, he breaks away in order to kiss his way down Lan Zhan's neck instead]
[It is said as a groan and a mix of reverence and wanton. He tips his head back, unashamedly enjoying the affection. He's still tempted to fasten the other man's wrists together- itching to do it- but he wants to see what is going on in that impish mind.
He'd known since they'd met that his life with Wuxian would never be dull however their paths fit together and he'd never been wrong- least of all in the bedroom.]
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He steps over to the table and sits down. He opens the bottle and serves his partner a glass.
They could wait to get physical after drinks, but there was nothing that said they could start the verbal sparring, was there?]
What made you think to text me such a thing?
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[Wei Wuxian was the talkative type, this unsurprisingly did not stop in the bedroom, so he's more than happy to have this conversation. He settles himself at the table and takes a sip of the liquor with a satisfied sigh before he answers, though, drawing it out deliberately. He gives Lan Zhan an impish smile]
I was just considering some of my favourite memories and thought it was only fair that I share one you were involved in.
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With a shake of his head, he took the glass from Wuxian and refilled it.]
What is someone were to see something like that? What would they think?
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[Wei Wuxian grins unashamedly at the other man - he delighted in being able to make him blush - and shrugs easily]
They would think I am very, very lucky.
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Wei Ying! You would not let others see that!
[You were so going to get it!]
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[He pretends to consider it - he wouldn't, of course, Lan Zhan would spontaneously combust and then where would he be - but he does enjoy making him squirm, just a little]
No, I don't think I would... I'd want to keep it all to myself.
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He paused as he stepped toward their bedroom and looked back. With another smirk on his lips he reached up, he met Wuxian's gaze, and tugged his headband off.
Then he continued on into the other room.]
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[Wuxian watches him in a daze for a moment until he comes to his senses and his cup is being abandoned on the table as he scrambles to his feet. He nearly falls over in his eagerness, and has to take a second - just a second - to right himself once he's standing, but then he's rushing after Lan Zhan into the other room. There's no attempt to be suave about it, he knows Lan Zhan already knows how much he wants this]
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Just as he'd captured the slightly smaller man with his frame, he unapologetically claimed his lips as well. These belonged to him and he kissed the beautifully, irritating mouth with all the passion he had so much trouble expressing in other ways.]
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[He should have been expecting it, but somehow Lan Zhan still managed to surprise him, a startled yelp of laughter escaping his lips as he was suddenly pressed up against the wall. He did love when Lan Zhan got like this.
Before he had a chance to say anything, though, there were passionate lips pressed against his and he sighed into the kiss, all the tension escaping him at once as he wound his arms around Lan Zhan's shoulders and kisses him back with equal fervour]
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He lifted a hand to smooth along Wuxian's shoulder and up the hot, bare skin of his neck. His fingers cupped the back of the other man's head as he deepened the kiss. He opened his lips and brushed Wei Ying's bottom lip with his tongue.]
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[Wei Wuxian was and always would be putty in his hands - Lan Zhan always seemed to know exactly what he needed, what kind of touch would drive him wild. The swipe of tongue had him parting his lips with a soft noise of encouragement, and he pressed himself closer almost needily, asking for more with his entire body.
The love that Lan Zhan felt for him, the love that he could feel in the other man's every touch, was matched in every way by how much love Wei Ying had for him]
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He smoothed his hands up along Wuxian's chest up to his shoulders and pushed his robes down off of them. It was like unwrapping a beautiful present, except he normally would take his time to admire each and every layer of effort. In this case, he just wanted the prize. It didn't matter how many times he had it either, there would be nothing more exquisite than Wei Ying's bare and gorgeous body to turn him into the most impatient, spoiled unwrapper there was.]
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[Wei Ying grins against his lips at how eager his love is to get his robes off him, briefly removing his arms from around Lan Zhan to make it easier to slide the fabric off his shoulders. When he returns those arms, though, they don't go back to where they were - instead he begins to tug at the belt around Lan Zhan's waist in turn. He is no less eager to unwrap his own gift, after all.]
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Lan Zhan used to wear as much as six layers underneath his robes, maintaining the highest standards of modesty and if they were in public, he would still have a layer or more than necessary. At home and knowing he'd be calling his lover home before long, the fabric spilled open to reveal he had only been wearing his silk trousers underneath.]
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[Another grin at the realisation that Lan Zhan is wearing fewer layers - as fun as it could be, sometimes, peeling off each layer and teasing them both with the anticipation, he's too eager to waste much time now, so he's quick to start pushing the fabric aside so he can slide his hands beneath, unerringly seeking skin.
He finally breaks away from the kiss, panting and breathless and unable to keep the smile from his face, warm hands sliding over firm abs
This doesn't feel much like punishment, Lan Zhan, this feels like a reward...
[His voice is teasing, of course]
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However, he smirked, warming to the idea of a new game..]
And if I stopped now?
[Spoiler: There's no way he was really stopping.]
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Lan Zhan
[His name is almost a whine and he pouts theatrically]
You can't stop that's not fair. Don't you want your Wei Ying to make you feel good?
[He slides his hands round Lan Zhan's waist, curving possessively round his backside as his pout is exchanged for a wicked grin]
You know I can make you feel very good...
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Good start.
[He shrugged out of his robes leaving and dragged the undershirt his partner was wearing off next.]
Come to the bed and show me.
[And when he was satisfied, he'd finish binding the other man's hands and having his way with him. Fortunately, there were no rules that said they had to go directly along that route. Lan Zhan wasn't planning on letting Wei Wuxian out of his bed again for quite a while.]
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[Lan Zhan's laughter, however slight, was definitely in the top five noises Wei Wuxian liked to draw out of him, and he grins delightedly to hear it.
He lifts his arms easily, letting the undershirt be pulled off, and then taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam over his lover's exposed body. He objects to the trousers he's still wearing - that's still too many clothes. Still, he can do as he's told, and he'll gladly follow Lan Zhan to the bed so he can set about lavishing attention on that perfect form]
Mmm, yes Hanguang Jun.
[It's a tone of sweet obedience that belies the wicked glint in his eye, and it's ruined immediately by the way he licks his lips in anticipation]
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He can't even wait long enough to scoot back further on the bed before he's reaching for the other man. The desire to touch and kiss him was much too strong.]
Wei Ying..
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[Wei Wuxian grins wickedly, because sitting on the edge of the bed is exactly where he wants Lan Zhan, the perfect place for Wei Ying to climb into his lap.
He slides his hands around the other man's waist, enjoying the feel of warm skin under his fingers, running his nails up his back with a pleased smile as he dives in for another heated kiss]
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One hand slides lower, underneath silk to grip possessively a round, firm cheek. He knows he wants whatever his devious husband has in mind, but he refuses to not partake of such a lovely treat when it's within reach. ]
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[Wei Wuxian is happy to just lose himself in the kiss for a little while, letting his hands roam around his husband's body - one hand slides up into his hair, the other stroking down his chest.
Eventually, breathlessly, he breaks away in order to kiss his way down Lan Zhan's neck instead]
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[It is said as a groan and a mix of reverence and wanton. He tips his head back, unashamedly enjoying the affection. He's still tempted to fasten the other man's wrists together- itching to do it- but he wants to see what is going on in that impish mind.
He'd known since they'd met that his life with Wuxian would never be dull however their paths fit together and he'd never been wrong- least of all in the bedroom.]
aha, you haven't missed one, I have!
This was it! At least one of us had it!
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