(Text; UN: aloof)

[mourningjade]

Shameless.

(This Lan has passed judgment on you, Jikan. Now await your punishment.)

My arm would seize before I could give enough lashes.

(Actually it would fall off. Even with his endurance!)

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[mourningjade]

(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.)

[diabolique]

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.))

[mourningjade]

(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.)

[diabolique]

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.

[mourningjade]

(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?

[diabolique]

Let's try it this way.

(( He twists in Lan Zhan's arms until he's facing away. But, he makes a point to press himself against Lan Wangji, grinding against his lover's erection. The feel of his organ already so stiff sends a shiver of anticipation through Wei Wuxian's eager frame. He chews his lip and hums softly. One hand follows Lan Zhan's arm, guiding his beloved's hand to his own aching cock. ))

[mourningjade]

(Seeing his soulmate from this angle is pleasing and Wangji's eyes flutter closed at the contact. He thrusts forward, encouraging that grinding. Soft groans follow and he eagerly takes hold of Wei Ying's cock, stroking him from base to tip.)

I have oil. (In case he didn't say before. A Lan is usually prepared and he kisses the side of Wei Ying's throat, murmuring:) My pouch is by your foot.

[diabolique]

(( Wuxian hums in delight, a soft sigh following Wangji's initial stroke. Just fooling around like this is nice. It's something he never imagined with Lan Zhan. Maybe that's what makes it all the more moving every time they're together. He alone gets to see Lan Zhan's passion. He alone gets to be the one to unravel this stoic man. It's thrilling every time!

A little whine sounds and he huffs at having to separate from his lover to get the oil he knows they're going to need. Wangji's definitely too big to attempt sex without preparation. But he does pull away long enough to crouch and find the vial Wangji keeps on hand. He beams up at the other man full of happiness. ))

Always prepared, Lan Zhan!

(( There's a little teasing in his voice, but he's also grateful. How else would they be able to have a tumble in a broom closet if Lan Zhan wasn't always prepared? Wuxian pours some of the oil into his hand and begins to rub the fluid along Lan Zhan's hard cock. ))

I'm still surprised you can fit this inside me.