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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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[day 6]

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji's hands tighten almost brutally on his hips at the noise and the grind, pressing him down, then relax again. Wei Wuxian can feel the heat of his skin, feel the tension strung through him, hear the hoarseness in his voice when he breaks the kiss]

Be sure.

((from here))

[weiyingdown]

[takes the opportunity to bite at his lip with his newly sharp teeth]

Are you telling me that, or yourself? I've already heard that it shouldn't be out of obligation or convenience, that you're interested, that you're flirting, and also that you're shy. Are you sure?

[one_note]

[the bite draws something out of him, another element of his transformation that wasn't obvious before: Wei Wuxian has heard him growl, but this is a liquid fullbodied almost-purr of a growl, resonant and wanting]

Always sure.

[weiyingdown]

Then act like you're sure.

[punctuates this with another grind of his hips]

If you like it, then say you like it.

[one_note]

[reaches under Wei Wuxian's robes and yanks his pants down outright, speaking with his actions]

[weiyingdown]

[laughs from the thrill of it and pushes open Lan Wangji's robes to bite at his collarbone, sucking a mark there. he rocks into his hands, still moving with what feels good and not thinking beyond that]

So bold, Er-gege! Right where anyone can walk in and see?

[one_note]

[that actually does make him hesitate, like, oh yeah. he forgot they were technically in public for a minute there

instead of getting either of them decent he's just going to rise from the couch though, slinging Wei Wuxian over his shoulder like a potato sack]

[weiyingdown]

[yelps in protest and grabs for his pants to make sure they don't just stay lying there]

Hanguang-Jun, a little warning!

[one_note]

Hm.

[takes him to his room, shuts the door, and then dumps him (gently) on the bed]

[weiyingdown]

[his hair splays out messy under him, ponytail askew and cheeks flushed, arousal poking through his robes; the picture of debauchery in progress. he catches at Lan Wangji's sleeve and tugs him down too, so that he can hook a leg around him. its the leg with the curse mark but it's still a little sexy, surely.]

Such bad manners! Surely that's against sect rules.

[one_note]

[hums thoughtfully and lowers himself down on top of him, still fully clothed, hand running up his thigh in a long caress. the unsexy implications of the curse mark are a very long way from his mind right now, fortunately]

You should know.

[weiyingdown]

Do you expect me to remember all of them? There was one about acting virtuously. Maybe that one is at odds with poor manners.

[pulls at his robes until he has access to his shoulders and chest; enough to continue sucking marks onto sensitive skin]

[one_note]

Perhaps.

[tilts his head to allow them, the low growl in his throat deepening into an involuntary purr; industriously stripping Wei Wuxian the rest of the way, too]

[weiyingdown]

[the room feels warmer without clothes, every brush of skin against skin setting his insides alight. he shivers and stops what he's doing to undo the sash at Lan Wangji's waist, pulling his clothes off of him like he's a precious gift to be unwrapped. but when his fingers brush the brand mark at his chest he pauses for too long to stare at it]

[one_note]

[...gently puts his hand on Wei Wuxian's, below it...]

[weiyingdown]

You...

[it doesn't feel like the right moment to ask about his scars, so he doesn't. instead he simply leans in and presses a kiss to the edges of the scar, gentle]

[one_note]

[the breath leaves him, the echo of memory so strong he's briefly dizzy.

Wei Ying, he opens his mouth to say again, and closes his eyes]

[weiyingdown]

[lets out a shuddering breath to calm his heart. he's still hard, still gloriously naked and spread out underneath Lan Wangji, still ready and eager; once he starts moving again it's to rut up against him, searching for stimulation, intent on continuing what they're doing. but he also hides his face in his neck so that Lan Wangji can't see him. his voice is hoarse and quiet in his ear.]

Tell me...tell me why you're interested.

[one_note]

[Lan Wangji's hips slot against his with easy familiarity, giving him something to grind into; he's as hard as Wei Wuxian is. one of his hands is skating down Wei Wuxian's side, the other settling on the back of his neck as though to anchor him]

It is you.

[weiyingdown]

[clings to him, fingerpads pressing into his shoulder blades hard enough to bruise, keeping himself from digging in with his claws. every press of skin on skin sends his heart stuttering madly and threatens to push all other thoughts from his mind except the next thrust, the next touch, the next spike of pleasure. he works to find a rhythm in between it all, gasping when their cocks touch]

Just because it's me? So you wouldn't if it was anyone else?

[one_note]

[he's letting Wei Wuxian drive the action, but he helps it along too, palm settling on his ass to help his thrusts, rocking steadily into him as well, conscious of his inexperience. his growl deepens when Wei Wuxian pulls him closer, bruises him; his voice is very rough]

Not like this.

[weiyingdown]

This?

[his leg slips off of Lan Wangji's back as he picks up his pace, aching for release in a way that he can recognize from their first time; all rush and passion, like it may be the first and last time]

What's the difference between this and something else?

[one_note]

Obligation.

[presses him hard into the bed, rough and grinding, slick heat between their bodies. his breath is coming short, as the pleasure builds and builds and builds; he's biting his words out]

Convenience.

[weiyingdown]

[he responds with tiny choked out cries, one hand digging into his back while the other slips between them to pump at both of their cocks, impatient]

Ah, If...this isn't either of those, what is it?

[one_note]

You.

[wraps fingers tight around his, and kisses him down deep into the bed, as they hit the edge.]