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[weiyingdown]

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白日依山尽，黄河入海流。欲穷千里目，更上一层楼。☀

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[one_note]

[he can't see Lan Wangji's face in this position -- he is so warm and so still and moves however Wei Wuxian wants him to -- but pressed so close, he can perhaps feel the way his breath hitches, again and again.

it's not arousal this time, though it could easily be mistaken for it.]

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[doesn't pause at all during this, but does frown to himself, a tiny thing that makes his brow wrinkle as he brings the washcloth up and down his back. it sounds like arousal to his ear at first, which only serves to make his face heat up; just what kind of recovery rate does Lan Wangji have? as time goes on he's less sure of that assessment, and yet can't think of an alternative. it makes him impatient to see his face, to look into his inscrutable eyes and try to puzzle out what he's thinking.

because he can--because he wants to, because it's deliciously right there for him, because he can't help himself--he bites the soft skin at the base of his neck with sharp, stinging teeth, before he kisses over it.]

Turn around so I can watch your front.

[one_note]

[that does send a very definite shudder down Lan Wangji's spine. what the fuck, Wei Wuxian.

he's not actually, visibly crying when he turns, though his eyes are a little reddened; that could as easily be from the water running down his face from his hair, though]

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[his name is stuck in his throat, to the point that he can't bring himself to say any other one he has and it comes out as a garbled noise of distress. he presses one hand over the bite and uses the other to wipe the wetness from his face. whether it's water or tears doesn't change the fact that Lan Wangji looks upset]

--It didn't hurt, did it? I won't do it again, just say you don't like it and that's enough.

[one_note]

[ah; no.

shakes his head, temporarily mute altogether, and shifts them just enough that he can lean forward and rest his forehead on Wei Wuxian's shoulder]

[weiyingdown]

[this feels beyond him far, far more than the sex did; after a horrified moment where he confirms to himself that he isn't crying from just a bite, he wraps his arms around him]

Then...what did I do wrong?

[one_note]

[puts his arms around him, too, breathing him in as he recenters]

Nothing wrong.

[weiyingdown]

Something is wrong.

[starts making soothing circles on his back, mindful of the claws]

[one_note]

Not from you.

[but his shoulders do relax, minutely]

[weiyingdown]

[keeps it up, slow and steady palm pressing into his back]

Then from what?

[one_note]

[i miss a ghost of you who is not exactly here]

...

Many changes.

[weiyingdown]

[leans a cheek against his hair]

...Yeah. There are.

[one_note]

...

[his arms tighten slightly]

You are good.

[weiyingdown]

I haven't done anything special. If you've been stubbornly holding yourself together all this time, then it's fine to let it out.

[one_note]

You are.

[it's a response to all of those statements, weirdly]

[weiyingdown]

[gives a noncommittal hum in reply, not responding to it at all]

[one_note]

[that's fine...

maybe they can just stay like this a little while longer. the bathwater is still hot around them.]

[weiyingdown]

[he will stay like this for as long as Lan Wangji wants to, unmoving except for the hand making circles on his back]

[one_note]

[it’s not very long. he won’t let himself wallow; Wei Ying’s memories are gone, but Wei Ying is not.

when he lifts his head, he’s relatively clear-eyed.]

[weiyingdown]

[softens around the eyes when he looks at him, his heart strangely skipping a beat]

Are you going to let me finish cleaning you up?

[one_note]

Will you allow the same?

[weiyingdown]

Hmm. If you insist on it, you can.

[one_note]

Would like it.

[weiyingdown]

Then I'll allow it once I'm finished with you.

[picks up the cloth again and starts to wash his front, just as slow as before; but he keeps his eyes on his face, so it's not exactly as good of a cleaning]

[one_note]

[cute...

his expression's stopped being distressed; heavy-lidded now, on the mellow side. leans helpfully into his hands, into the washcloth, looking quietly back at him]