jikan_network | (Text; UN: aloof)

You are mine.

That doesn't answer this specific question.

I have a preference.

(( Wangji can't see it, but Wei Wuxian is grinning look a fool on his side of the conversation. ))

So greedy, Lan Zhan! I'm sure there are lots of people who'd like to have sex with me, yet you keep me all to yourself!

If Wei Ying agrees with their desire, I shall look the other way.

But I want him to be mine.

(( Aww, Lan Zhan! ))

I am yours.

(He loves.)

Where is Wei Ying?

On my way to Sakuranbo. Come see me?

I will come.

(He is drawn to Wei Ying with the speed of an arrow loosed from a bow! His cheeks are pink as he sets eyes on the other man and he walks up to him, grabbing his jaw in a firm, yet not painful, grip.)

I love your lips and your mouth. I love all of you.

(( You'd think he'd be used to Lan Zhan's outbursts of passion by now. Yet, they still send his pulse fluttering and heat rushing to his cheeks. ))

You remind me of it every day.

(He nuzzles their lips together and then kisses Wei Ying deeply. Is this not a proper hello? Stray phallises could never compare.)

Why shouldn't I?

(( HE rolls up onto his toes to lean into the kiss. When he pulls back, he smiles, a flush settles high on his cheeks. ))

Lan Zhan... I'm at work.

(Wangji embraces him even after they part, licking his lips to catch a taste of the treat Wei Ying had earlier.)

You haven't pushed me away.

(( His arms wind around Lan Zhan's waist and he peers up at the taller man with utter bliss in his eyes. ))

I never will.

(He presses their foreheads together, unable to deny his Wei Ying anything when he looks so pleased.)

Then why shouldn't I kiss you and hold you?

My clients might get jealous.

(( It's a half-hearted concern that doesn't stop him from clinging to Lan Zhan. ))

I do not care. (He claims another kiss to make a point, to show that Wei Ying is his. The clients must wait.)

(( He hums into the kiss, letting it linger longer than absolutely necessary. When he peers up at Lan Wangji, his eyes are dark and half-lidded. ))

We could go to the back for a little privacy~

(He has no defense for that look or the offer. Nuzzling their cheeks together, he breathes into Wei Ying's ear:)

Yes. (A few kisses aren't enough.) Show me the way.

(( A sly grin pulls at his kiss-flushed lips. He peels himself away from Lan Wangji and takes both of the other man's hands in his own and leads him away from the public part of the club. When he finds a suitably private area (which may or may not end up being a broom closet), he leans up to claim another kiss. This one is heated, needy, silently asking for more than just kisses. Wei Wuxian presses himself flush against his beloved, wiggling his hips in a suggestive way. ))

Lan Zhan~

(( Wei Wuxian's voice is playful. His hands smooth over his beloved's chest, tugging insistently at his robes to pry them open. ))

Do you want to have sex with me right now?

(He can't help but follow, sparing no glance for anyone else. Oh he has surely caused annoyance by stealing Wei Ying's attention, but Wei Ying belongs to him. The real question is: will the broom closet withstand their passion?

Wangji groans, sucking on Wei Ying's lips and teasing his tongue with his own. Those wiggling hips are grabbed and Wangji presses flush against his lover, his soulmate.)

I do. (And don't think he isn't prepared either! He is a Lan. A Lan who is very much in love.) You want it too.

(Strong hands untie Wei Ying's robes and slip them from his shoulders.)

I do~

(( Wei Wuxian presses himself snug against Lan Wangji, arousal growing at the mere thought of being once more consumed by his lover. He never considered himself attracted to men before, but now that he's engaged in this relationship with Lan Zhan, he can't imagine being with anyone else. Or wanting anyone else.

He slips his hands under Lan Wangji's robes, pushing the layers of silks from his shoulders. Wei Wuxian's own robes slither off his shoulders, pooling around his boots. He works his hands between their bodies to unfasten his trousers, letting them join the pile of fabric around his feet.))

(For Lan Wangji, his thoughts have been filled with the thoughts of Wei Ying since they were teenagers. He remembers the first dream he had about the other boy and how startled he had been. But this is his nature. He loves Wei Ying no matter what body his beloved soul happens to harbor.

Color rises high on his cheeks and he is eager to free his lover of his clothes, robes and trousers proving no match for him. He sucks in a happy breath when there are no impediments between them.)

Wei Ying, I love you whether we do this or not. (But why not make the most of their disrobing? He presses himself flush to the other man and runs his strong, callused hands over his body, tracing the lines and curves.)

I know.

(( But, the fact is he's a bit of a glutton when it comes to Lan Zhan. He craves everything the other has to give: his love, his time, his body. All of it. Those dark eyes peer up at him, filled with equal parts love and lust.

Wei Wuxian drapes his arms around Lan Zhan's shoulders, carding his fingers through long dark hair and toying with the long end of his forehead ribbon. He sighs and shivers when their skin touches. Soft kisses press against Lan Wangji's jaw and the side of his throat and Wei Wuxian purrs softly: ))

I love you too. And I love doing this with you.

(Wei Ying can steal his breath away with just a look. He reaches behind his head to loosen his ribbon, giving himself wholly to the man in his arms. The length of fabric flutters down to rest on his robes while he returns the kisses he is given, rubbing his hands over Wei Ying's back. Everything about the other man feels so strong, yet Wangji knows he is fragile underneath. Much like himself.)

I love you. (Period. Without end. Without stipulation. He brings their hips together and sighs in relief at the friction.) Do you wish to face me?

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