[ perhaps he moves too quickly, for one or the other; it's just that, warmed by the contact and the flush of their bodies surrounding his own, he feels a soft happiness fill him. it begins in his belly, a strange weight that settles like an ache: old strains and injuries that seek out the presence of those who could mend them ( lan wangji, who looks upon him with eyes that see nothing to forgive; jiang cheng, who humbles him and hides his fingers when they tremble instead of touch ). he has kissed lan wangji before this, has felt the way he moves against him. he's connected to his emotions, radiating soft and blue between them, whispers of adoration and age-old yearning reaching wei wuxian's heart even as his own returned feelings of wonder and need.
so, with jiang cheng, he does not allow his shidi time to protest. not when the man before him has saved his life, has hurt for so long and so hard that wei wuxian can only think to kiss him to show him what he means to him. he spoke to lan wangji about it: those fledgling feelings that the illustrious hanguang-jun felt for the heir of the lotus pier were sweet little things that wei wuxian wanted to encourage. in part, because he does not feel he is fair to lan wangji - he does not know how to say how he feels directly, instead circling around it with a volume of words. and he's seen the way they look to one another, finding peace in their conversations held without them realizing he's awake, or around them. they are handsome together, he thinks, as he watches the way lan wangji kisses jiang cheng at wei wuxian's behest, and he licks his upper lip in anticipation. thinking of his own kisses, remembering the ones he'd received as well - the ones that had left small bruises on his bare skin.
the two of them clutch him, they clutch one another and he holds them too.
slowly, his face rises as he stands on his toes and his mouth finds the angle of lan wangji's jaw, pressing against it teasingly, chasing lips with tongue. he seeks to steal his kiss back from jiang cheng, to show his shidi what a complete circle looks like - his hand tight on jiang cheng's shirt, on his hip, sliding soft under his clothing to find the strong angle of his slender waist and press emotions into his body as well. reassurance ( he kisses them both, because he wants to ) and delight ( wicked and inherent to him, that untameable thing ). he takes lan wangji's kiss, slotting his face between them and it almost, almost leads them into a joining of tongue as he teases the edge of jiang cheng's mouth when he steals lan wangji back from him with a soft, needy little sound.
his belly presses to jiang cheng's, hip slotting against the join of his thighs as he pushes himself closer and drags lan wangji in behind him, crushing himself between their bodies - hold me, his emotions sing, asking for contact, for resolution. his entire being is alight, toying with the excitement of doing such a thing at a part and wanting to steal them away to a quieter location. ]
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so, with jiang cheng, he does not allow his shidi time to protest. not when the man before him has saved his life, has hurt for so long and so hard that wei wuxian can only think to kiss him to show him what he means to him. he spoke to lan wangji about it: those fledgling feelings that the illustrious hanguang-jun felt for the heir of the lotus pier were sweet little things that wei wuxian wanted to encourage. in part, because he does not feel he is fair to lan wangji - he does not know how to say how he feels directly, instead circling around it with a volume of words. and he's seen the way they look to one another, finding peace in their conversations held without them realizing he's awake, or around them. they are handsome together, he thinks, as he watches the way lan wangji kisses jiang cheng at wei wuxian's behest, and he licks his upper lip in anticipation. thinking of his own kisses, remembering the ones he'd received as well - the ones that had left small bruises on his bare skin.
the two of them clutch him, they clutch one another and he holds them too.
slowly, his face rises as he stands on his toes and his mouth finds the angle of lan wangji's jaw, pressing against it teasingly, chasing lips with tongue. he seeks to steal his kiss back from jiang cheng, to show his shidi what a complete circle looks like - his hand tight on jiang cheng's shirt, on his hip, sliding soft under his clothing to find the strong angle of his slender waist and press emotions into his body as well. reassurance ( he kisses them both, because he wants to ) and delight ( wicked and inherent to him, that untameable thing ). he takes lan wangji's kiss, slotting his face between them and it almost, almost leads them into a joining of tongue as he teases the edge of jiang cheng's mouth when he steals lan wangji back from him with a soft, needy little sound.
his belly presses to jiang cheng's, hip slotting against the join of his thighs as he pushes himself closer and drags lan wangji in behind him, crushing himself between their bodies - hold me, his emotions sing, asking for contact, for resolution. his entire being is alight, toying with the excitement of doing such a thing at a part and wanting to steal them away to a quieter location. ]