[ lan wangji does not push him away. he does not call him shameless as the curves of his ears color beneath the ends of his shorn hair, the way they had flushed and been supposedly hidden by the fall of silky, inky black hair before. lan wangji holds him, instead; hands on his face as the glow radiates between them, tucked away and muted behind wei wuxian's shirt and openly displaced across the bare, freshly-scarred skin of lan wangji's. they are alight together, and lan wangji returns his hesitant kiss.
he wishes he could be more shameless, in this moment, but the touch of his mouth on the other's brings back a memory, it brings two: the slightly-pained remembrance of his first kiss, stolen from him in his previous life and the taste of lan zhan's skin on one drunken night, not too long ago. his own pulse hums, shivering like a hive that has begun to wake up - disturbed and seeking - while wei wuxian wobbles astride the other, hands slipping from where he has balanced them on his shoulders to the low, firm plane of his belly. he is, doubtlessly, off balance and collapsing in on himself, held in place only by the hands on his face. the mouth kissing his, in return.
don't cry, he thinks, as he feels the soft shattering pass from lan wangji to him; it brings him back, allows him to glide free of the kiss and sit there, breathing harder than before, his weight sagging roughly into the angles and lines of lan wangji's form. even with the sheet between them, their positions are indecent, especially in the shared space of the safehouse. ]
I, um...
[ he doesn't actually have anything to say.
so, he cradles lan wangji's face and kisses him again, more urgently this time - dipping his spine to be able to lay across him. seizing lan wangji's hands to place them where he wants them, so badly ( his waist, the arch of his shoulder ), demanding to be held. ]
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he wishes he could be more shameless, in this moment, but the touch of his mouth on the other's brings back a memory, it brings two: the slightly-pained remembrance of his first kiss, stolen from him in his previous life and the taste of lan zhan's skin on one drunken night, not too long ago. his own pulse hums, shivering like a hive that has begun to wake up - disturbed and seeking - while wei wuxian wobbles astride the other, hands slipping from where he has balanced them on his shoulders to the low, firm plane of his belly. he is, doubtlessly, off balance and collapsing in on himself, held in place only by the hands on his face. the mouth kissing his, in return.
don't cry, he thinks, as he feels the soft shattering pass from lan wangji to him; it brings him back, allows him to glide free of the kiss and sit there, breathing harder than before, his weight sagging roughly into the angles and lines of lan wangji's form. even with the sheet between them, their positions are indecent, especially in the shared space of the safehouse. ]
I, um...
[ he doesn't actually have anything to say.
so, he cradles lan wangji's face and kisses him again, more urgently this time - dipping his spine to be able to lay across him. seizing lan wangji's hands to place them where he wants them, so badly ( his waist, the arch of his shoulder ), demanding to be held. ]