wuding | Date in Lotus Pier

( Ah, his prey is thrashing, nobly attempting to shrug off his captor. Poor unfortunate fool. Once Lan Wangji's arms, bolstered by the strength of the Gusu Lan, have encircled him, there is no hope for Wei Ying's fate.

Not until Hanguang-Jun, eternally merciful, brings them both up, heads above water, Wei Ying still pinned in place. He may breathe to avoid said regrettable drowning, but he will receive no other mercies. He has not earned them. )

Not Lan Zhan. ( Careful, slow, with a wet mouth. ) A lake monster.

( It's perhaps the merit of their many nights of creative love-making, during which they embellish play with fiction, that he can muster this without breaking character. Without so much as a finch.

Gently, he reaches in to walk their mouths together, apparently a tame water creature of Yunmeng. Whatever hurts he has caused Wei Ying in the past few exchanges, this is his apology. )

Surrender.

[His eyebrows raise when Lan Zhan speaks, the side of his mouth quirking upwards in equal parts amusement and fondness. He struggles again, not trying terribly hard to push Lan Zhan away from him. He can’t help but think Lan Zhan wants to seduce him again, but how could he possibly escape from such a fierce creature.]

A lake monster, hmm? I’m just a young woman collecting lotus seed pods.

[He “pushes” Lan Zhan away only to surrender to his kiss a short moment after. He sighs through his nose and throws his arms around Lan Zhan’s shoulders, looking him in the eye, nose-to-nose.

And he can’t stay mad at Lan Zhan when he’s so genuine and affectionate like this. They’ll both live with the consequence of distance when he takes up the offer to travel to Jinlintai alone. They shouldn’t have to be divided more than that.]

What am I surrendering for? Are you such a lazy lake monster that you don’t want to put in the work to make me beg to surrender?

( There is a beauty to the ease with which Wei Ying surrenders to their play, an uncomplicated gladness that nearly brings Lan Wangji's heart to a burst, that threatens to ruin him. He loves this man so much, it hurts, it hurts.

So he must kiss him, again and again, until that ache's fled. Must kiss him until Wei Ying forgets his own game and submits to the inevitability of Lan Wangji's affection, with all sincerity.

As a woman collecting lotus seed pods. As the Yiling Patriarch. As Wei Ying, Lan Wangji's Wei Ying, his soulmate. )

Shall kiss you until you surrender. ( He offers out, as if any halfway decent monster would attempt a compromise. Then, in a last half-hearted attempt at intimidation, he fastens his arms around Wei Ying, brings their mouths together, and dives them both beneath the waterline for a hungering kiss, bringing them up for air and releasing Wei Ying's mouth heartbeats after. )

Do you, yet?

[It’s too easy to want to surrender to each kiss upon his lips. Again and again until he’s starting to go breathless and only then does Lan Zhan pull them under. He holds his feeble breath, heart hammering in his chest as he puts his whole trust in Lan Zhan to pull them back up before he aches for breath.

He licks his lips after they surface, glancing down at Lan Zhan’s mouth. He isn’t finished kissing yet, so he closes the distance between them and kisses him again and again until the world shrinks down to the space between them.]

What do you claim if I surrender to you now?

[He licks the wetness from his own lips and hangs onto Lan Zhan’s shoulders. If there’s anyone he trusts to be able to hold him up even when they’re treading water, it’s Lan Zhan.]

I can’t surrender if I don’t know what it means to.

( What can he claim? What else is there for Wei Ying to give? He has surrendered so much of himself for a world undeserving. Offers more still. It aches Lan Wangji to ever consider wresting it with his two hands —

And so he treats Wei Ying's offer with the amused impunity it deserves. Tipping his head back to keep his lover plainly in focus, drinking the look of him, his presence. Ah. What will he claim, what will he claim...?

Another kiss, to start, a mockery of itself, too faint for words. Still. )

Wei Ying will attend me for the rest of my day. ( Like a spoiled thing, offered feed and drink, his clothes presented, his hair combed — for all Wei Ying is painfully inadequate at most of these tasks. )

[Expecting Lan Zhan’s answer will be more adult in nature, he’s surprised to hear his answer. Still, it’s something he can do to extend their little game, so he’s happy with it. He closes the distance between them again and rests his chin on Lan Zhan’s shoulder, just wanting to be close for a few moments after their spat.]

I’ll attend you today and any other day you want me to.

[Even if he will not meet Lan standards no matter how hard he tries. He’s just not patient enough.]

Are you still a lake monster or are you my husband?

[He squeezes Lan Zhan tightly before he moves back to look at him again. He’s smiling still, just feeling grateful that their disagreements aren’t enough to damage their love for each other. He’s not going to harbor resentment just because Lan Zhan doesn’t want to visit Jin Ling with him. He’s not being told he can’t go.]

( Like this, embracing and latching onto Lan Wangji, half floating and half perched, Wei Ying is scantly more difficult to bear than a child — barely negotiating his balance, bravely holding on. Lan Wangji does his part to sustain them above water, neatly paddling.

Then, when his husband puts him before the choice, he huffs — a wet, far too fond sound — before pronouncing at long last: )

Wei Ying's affection has tamed me into Lan Zhan once more.

( All hail the powers of one true love, which no man can presume to question, let alone take on. His smile is a crippled, faint thing, waning when Wei Ying looks up. He can never betray himself with his easy adoration. No, no. It must be a secret of the highest order. Then, echoing Wei Ying: )

Are you still a maid collecting lotus seed pods, or my spouse?

[He laughs easily, almost missing the last hint of a smile leaving Lan Zhan’s lips. His husband’s secret is safe with him, in so far that he won’t mention it.]

I’m the wife of the second son of Gusu Lan, so if you’re Lan Zhan, then I suppose that makes me your spouse. [His eyes glance down as he talks and he grins again.] You’re dressed like a local! It’s a good look on you.

[It’s an attractive image to see Lan Zhan’s chest and shoulders bared for only him to enjoy. Not that he gets jealous about other people taking in how sexy his husband is. The more people see how attractive Lan Zhan is, the more they’ll be impressed that he’s managed to catch him. ]

Hey Lan Zhan, you’re only wearing one layer aren’t you? White, too. Your trousers won’t leave anything to the imagination. You’ll let me see, won’t you?

( Their game ended within heartbeats of its start, and still Lan Wangji feels rare contentment, at ease with his husband's natural instinct to play. To put them both at ease. He reaches out, hand drawing over Wei Ying's forehead, pushing the wet of his hair from straddling his forehead, weed-like and claiming —

Until his lover speaks his truth again, and Lan Wangji is forced to face him, slowly but surely blinking away the start of mean stupor. Then, muttering, he begins to slowly descend into water, still staring at Wei Ying, daring him to intervene as Lan Wangji plunges into the nethers.

This world is a cruel and vicious place and Lan Wangji wishes no more to do with it. )

Shameless.

Lan Zhan! I wanted to see more of you, not less!

[But he’s still laughing and orbiting close by his sinking husband. He reaches out to pat the top of Lan Zhan’s head. He could pull Lan Zhan out of the water - or more like pull himself down to where Lan Zhan is hovering - but he chooses to sink down in the water to meet him face to face instead.]

You look good, Lan Zhan. Really good. Delicious. Besides, it’s just you and me here, so there’s no need to be shy.

[He tries to move closer to Lan Zhan again, just to see if Lan Zhan pulls further away or if he welcomes his presence. Either way, he keeps going.]

You’re pretty cute when you’re embarrassed, Lan Zhan. Want me to cover my eyes so you can stop hiding? [Which he would absolutely peek through anyway.] Or, you can swim with me some more. I can take the rest of my clothes off if it’ll make you feel better.

( Good. Delicious. Empty words, from someone so diabolically beautiful, so unquestionably, unparalleled in his charm. But Lan Wangji has learned to accept it with rare elegance, to take Wei Ying's kindness in both hands and let it warm his heart in days of cold and nights of anger, when he traverses Gusu Lan on assignment and has been long parted from his family.

Wei Ying's come too close, and they drift near the lip of water. Lan Wangji cannot endanger him so. Gently, he starts to lift his head, presenting a downcast gaze, a sullen mouth. A childish apparition, perhaps — but then, his lover cannot have expected better. )

Make us equal, then. ( As if removing Wei Ying's cloth will extirpate Lan Wangji's shame. As if the twain are bound. ) Would wish to see the swimming styles of Yunmeng.

( It has, after all, a reputation for proficiency only rivaled by the archery of Lotus Pier. )

[His smile changes when Lan Zhan starts to emerge, the sharpness of his humor replaced with something softer. If Lan Zhan’s acting like this, he must be in a good mood in spite of the hurdle in their conversation.]

You’re handsome even when you’re pouting. There’s no way I’d be able to deny you anything.

[He peels off what little he’d still been wearing and wads the silk into a ball between his hands that he throws back towards their campsite.]

You know, I haven’t swam completely nude since before puberty. You’re a bad influence on me, Lan Zhan.

[Yet he’s completely relaxed in his skin. There’s no one else around and even if there were, he doesn’t particularly care. It’s not like Lan Zhan seemed to mind when they were having a tumble earlier.]

There are a few ways. It depends on if you’re swimming for speed or for leisure or for some other reason. I could demonstrate for you. How do you want me?

Moaning and at ease.

( This, fast and unblinking, with the nonchalant air of a sinisterly veteran seducer of maidens and pretty young things, and not the stiff sobriety of Hanguang-Jun. Truly, will wonders never cease.

Yet, watching Wei Ying — only daring to inch a few arm strokes closer — he understands that his husband is keen to demonstrate his talents, for all he suspects Wei Ying's new body may no longer prove as adept at implementing the Yunmeng swimming style. No matter. He affords his lover a widening berth, taking umbrage in the shallows, so that Wei Ying might have sufficient space for his display.

Then, carefully: ) Leisure. As Wei Ying likely swam in his youth.

[They’ve been married for over two years, but Lan Zhan somehow manages to shock and embarrass him with just a few words. Somehow it’s the perfect mix of unexpected and sincere.]

Lan Zhan! It’s not fair. You always know how to get a reaction out of me now.

[But he’s not actually upset by it. It’s too funny for him to be bothered. Back when they were younger, he was the one who could always tease Lan Zhan with a straight face. Now, he doesn’t think he’d be any match for his husband. Lan Zhan’s just too good at keeping a neutral face.

He dips his head under the water just to cool his burning cheeks. He wouldn’t mind giving Lan Zhan exactly what he wants, but they don’t need to rush things. Surely, his husband won’t be satiated for too long.]

Leisure, huh? A lot of that is floating more than swimming. Here, what about this? [He takes the time to stretch out his arms and legs briefly. When he’s done, he looks at Lan Zhan for a moment before grinning and diving under the water. He stays underwater as he navigates his way to the deeper water near the fissure they’d come through before surfacing again.]

Did you get a good look? When we swim for fun, we can do whatever works best. I was always lean and tall, so my strokes were longer before. It feels like I have to work harder for the result I’m looking for.

( Leisure, says Wei Ying, and it's more beautiful than indolence has a right to be, in practice. He does not sprawl, but gracefully positions his body to float in perfectly coordinated, elegant repose. Lan Wangji is enraptured.

...Lan Wangji, he himself admits, is at times enraptured when he watches his husband breathe. But there are degrees to his worship, and now he feels at the peak of his reverence, soft-eyed and fond and finally crossing the water at a solid pace to reach his lover again.

Look, but don't touch. A hard prerogative, with the only inklings of strain visible in Wei Ying's body arising from clear rigidity, where Lan Wangji took advantage of him earlier. Now, he compensates, hands soft when they encircle Wei Ying's shoulders, when they pat down his flank and stop dangerously territorial underwater, on the roundness of his plump ass. )

My look could have been better.

[He swims closer to Lan Zhan, inviting him without words to hold him and he’s pleased that it’s exactly what Lan Zhan must have had on his mind, too. He likes being touched, especially when it’s Lan Zhan doing the touching.

His laughter is airy and amused as he looks at his husband. Their legs are still treading water despite their proximity to each other. Knees slide past knees and their hips bump close together suggestively.]

It seems like Lan-er-gege wants to do more than just look.

[His hands find purchase on Lan Zhan’s chest and shoulders, fingertips brushing across scarred skin there. He doesn’t mind, nor does he react to it. The only thing he does is hope that Lan Zhan isn’t feeling self-conscious about it today.]

Should I demonstrate it again for you?

[He hovers close, tilting his head in to brush the tip of his nose against Lan Zhan’s. They’re close enough to kiss like this, so he takes the extra step to press his lips against Lan Zhan’s. It’s just a short, teasing thing.]

Or maybe you have another idea of what we can do to pass the time.

( Look, but don't touch — again. And it's Wei Ying who withholds himself, who skillfully plays out the next steps of their dance, as if Lan Wangji is untrustworthy and feral and a beastly thing who must be restrained, contained, appeased.

Yes — and their mouths meet, sweet and clumsy — they can agree on that point. And yes, he will see it so, see himself back to discipline, return to his senses. After he finishes starting to walk Wei Ying back into the nearest wall of stone, pinning him between a literal and metaphorical point of hardness.

...ah, but give Lan Wangji time. )

Wei Ying is in no hurry?

[He follows Lan Zhan wherever he goes, staying close enough to touch and kiss until he feels the sun-heated stone against his back. A chipper little giggle takes over when he realizes that he’s been trapped. Not that he minds. They still have some time out here and as long as they’re having fun, he’s happy. Whether it’s swimming or being intimate, he’s happy as long as it’s with his Lan Zhan.]

No hurry here.

[He squeezes Lan Zhan’s shoulders lightly, his nails digging into uneven skin. Not deep enough to leave more than a few indentations. And then he closes the space between their mouths again. His kisses this time are open-mouthed and more hungry, but still well within his control.]

Pretty. The way the sun halos your face right now makes you look… softer. Yeah, you look good enough to eat.

[He’s forgotten all about the meal he hadn’t finished earlier, but he’d rather have something a bit more solid and firm in his mouth. Thinking about it has him licking his lips.]

We still have time before we have to go back…

( Good enough to eat, pronounces his husband, the consummate cannibal, ready to devour him whole. Kissing him as if Lan Wangji is a strange delicacy that has somehow so far avoided consumption and not a willful, lethal creature, the Hanguang-Jun of so many fears and woes.

They come together easily, greedily, their kiss deepening, his hands travelling up to Wei Ying's flank — pinning him against hard stone, keeping him in place. They always kiss too long, too breathlessly, too readily enamoured. As if they can't help themselves, as if Lan Wangji can ever hope to fill in the gaps in himself with the shape of his soulmate.

The wet of the waters is thankfully too tepid and warm to bother them as they lie still. He sighs, hands drifting to Wei Ying's cheeks, his shoulders. Kisses him again. Then, carefully: )

You won't bear to swim, after.

[They kiss until his lips feel bruised and all he wants is to keep going. He really can’t help himself when they have a moment alone to take advantage of. And sometimes, not even when they’re in public, much to their friends’ and families’ discomfort.

Whimpering slightly, he looks up at Lan Zhan’s eyes the moment he starts to move back. His mouth chases his husband’s hand to lick the palm. Eyes sparkling and mischievous as he thinks about how his drunk Lan Zhan behaved the first time he’d licked his palm.]

We could try to do it while we swim.

[Which probably wouldn’t work at all, now that he thinks about it. The thought of them clinging to each other while trying to float and sleep together amuses him, but it would be unbearably frustrating to actually try.]

Which would you rather have? [He turns his head to the side and catches a fingertip with his tongue.] You’d rather keep swimming than sleep with your husband?

Small>( There is nothing in this life that can compete with the dangerous, hungry allure of Wei Ying beset by purpose, Wei Ying attuned to his husband's needs. Wei Ying hunting him, a predator whose instincts were awakened and sharpened all those years ago in Yiling.

Now, Lan Wangji's finger, trapped in his husband's mouth, travels down to drag his lower lip and bare his fangs, hooking in — before he finally, despicably, pulls his hand away completely. A final kiss, then: )

How will you swim back to the boat when we leave?

( This is, they both know far too painfully, not rejection. This is not even the pretence of refusal. Only a practical consideration to be readily resolved — notably, only the one. )

[He tilts his head back to expose his throat, eyes never leaving Lan Zhan’s even as he leans in for that last kiss. He chooses not to chase Lan Zhan this once, wanting to hear what he has to say for himself. It all comes down to their foreplay. Sometimes it’s touch-based and others, it’s the games they play.]

You’re strong, Lan Zhan. If I’m too tired to swim afterwards, then you can throw an arm around me and carry me back to the boat.

[Now that he’s said it, he’s going to need to see it through. He likes playing damsel sometimes and Lan Zhan always looks so happy when he’s indulging him.]

Or I could float on my back and drift back to the boat. As long as I’m not wearing too much, it won’t take any energy at all.

[Though he doubts Lan Zhan’s will be willing to see him go into public without putting on at least his underwear and first layer regardless of the customary differences.

He doesn’t make a move, waiting until Lan Zhan comes to the same inevitable conclusion he has.]

( ...perhaps he might have stood a chance any day but this, when Wei Ying has only just shared his life, his love, the debris of his childhood. One last place that was his and his alone and is now theirs to honor.

Nodding faintly, mouth soft, he presses in for another kiss, one hand bracing to support Wei Ying's ass, to cushion his perch — the other flat on the wall behind him, bracketing in, as he comes close and closer to allow his husband to climb him with his legs. The water's just tepid enough to indulge them, the press of their bodies heated, faint. Lan Wangji drinks in his husband's pretty, pleasured exhalations.

Then, he bites into the side of Wei Ying's throat, a little bit mean, a little more fond. Teeth rake gently after, half warning and half soothing. )

You'll need to hold on. ( Pretty, painfully beautiful thing. His darling. )

[He’s all quiet sighs and soft moans as Lan Zhan worships him with his kisses. He curls one leg around Lan Zhan’s hips and then the other one. Between his husband and the rocks at his back, he feels securely held in place, which means he doesn’t have to worry about keeping himself afloat.]

I’ll hold onto you tight, Lan Zhan.

[It’s funny that he likes it when Lan Zhan bites him these days. It no longer makes him think of a dog. The dull pain of teeth digging into his throat mixes quite nicely with the sensation he gets every time they move together.

He wraps his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck and tugs him close so they can kiss again. As soon as their lips touch, he sighs contentedly. If Lan Zhan decides he doesn’t want to sleep with him right away, as long as he kisses him for a little while, he could be happy. Maybe not as sexually satisfied, but still content and happy.]

I wish we could be like this all day, every day.

[But it’s probably better that they can’t. Too much of a good thing could hinder the novelty of their bed play.

His fingers dig through Lan Zhan’s hair draping down Lan Zhan’s back, scratching at the sensitive skin there as he scrambles for a good grip. Though he’s using his fingernails, he doesn’t dig in enough to mark Lan Zhan’s anymore than with mild pink scratches.]

( All day, every day. Every day means every day. Of course, since they've marri —

...oh. But he stills, suddenly arrested in place, seemingly stricken. Eyes bright and wide, and lashes burdened, and his head whirling with the reminder of what they had pledged but yet to deliver. In Wei Ying's little enclave, golden light seeps through every crevice, raining down on his face, painting him in majesty.

Lan Wangji kisses him once more, in parting, helpless to their attraction. Then the beauty before him dissolves in a blurr, and he sees far too little, blinking away his rigidity. And quietly, after: )

Marry me here. ( And another kiss, instantly apologetic. ) And again in three days.

( When the siks he has barely told Wei Ying to order can come in. He should wait until then. Finds, more fool he, that he cannot. ) I truly... must marry you now.

( His heart feels so full of adoration for Wei Ying, it may well burst. )

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I'm so sorry, idk what happened to this notif!

You’re fine. I’m glad you’re okay!

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