[ behind his back, his fingers slowly work their way between lan wangji's own; he feels out the length of them, the spots where they have grown callused by bladework and guqin string. he knows the feeling of those hands on his bare skin, where the softness of his palms becomes the roughened pads of his fingertips. he knows that they feel like, on his lips and on his hips. the same way that he now knows how soft jiang cheng's bottom lip is and how sternly he is truly able to hold his handsome jaw. even as he pours himself in one direction, he tips himself over into the other. bifurcating himself and falling into two different and distinct people, as easily as breathing.
he kisses his own shidi, in front of the man that he likes. lan wangji, who he knows can see over wei wuxian's shoulder as wei wuxian presses himself a little further against jiang cheng, as he parts his lips and presses deeper into jiang cheng's own. his tongue moves soft against jiang cheng's, his hand tightens on lan wangji's. like this, his emotions surge for jiang cheng, they yearn for him. the hand that rests on jiang cheng's face drops, finding its way to the slender angle of his waist, gripping his hip as wei wuxian's kiss flows with the steady thrum of his heart. lan wangji lets his heart speak for him, because he is not one to use words when he can instead lead with action - and this, this is wei wuxian following his example.
he tugs, his emotions reaching for lan wangji ( come close, closer still, it calls for him ). wei wuxian leads, a conductor of a long-winded and inelegant musical piece that has been slowly crafted for ten, twenty, thirty years. since the day he and lan wangji were born, since the day that he was permitted to know happiness with jiang cheng -- wei wuxian's mouth pulls from jiang cheng's, his tongue teasing over the upper arch of his lip. and he twists, his hips finding jiang cheng's as his hand reaches up to find lan wangji's chin too. ]
Kiss him too, Lan Zhan. You want to as much as I do.
[ he whispers the words, but leads lan wangji's face towards jiang cheng's. he guides them together, until he is crushed between them and his emotions alight between them, playful and resounding. it echoes an early sentiment he had thought would never come to be, that one and one and one makes three. ]
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he kisses his own shidi, in front of the man that he likes. lan wangji, who he knows can see over wei wuxian's shoulder as wei wuxian presses himself a little further against jiang cheng, as he parts his lips and presses deeper into jiang cheng's own. his tongue moves soft against jiang cheng's, his hand tightens on lan wangji's. like this, his emotions surge for jiang cheng, they yearn for him. the hand that rests on jiang cheng's face drops, finding its way to the slender angle of his waist, gripping his hip as wei wuxian's kiss flows with the steady thrum of his heart. lan wangji lets his heart speak for him, because he is not one to use words when he can instead lead with action - and this, this is wei wuxian following his example.
he tugs, his emotions reaching for lan wangji ( come close, closer still, it calls for him ). wei wuxian leads, a conductor of a long-winded and inelegant musical piece that has been slowly crafted for ten, twenty, thirty years. since the day he and lan wangji were born, since the day that he was permitted to know happiness with jiang cheng -- wei wuxian's mouth pulls from jiang cheng's, his tongue teasing over the upper arch of his lip. and he twists, his hips finding jiang cheng's as his hand reaches up to find lan wangji's chin too. ]
Kiss him too, Lan Zhan. You want to as much as I do.
[ he whispers the words, but leads lan wangji's face towards jiang cheng's. he guides them together, until he is crushed between them and his emotions alight between them, playful and resounding. it echoes an early sentiment he had thought would never come to be, that one and one and one makes three. ]