Perhaps Wei Wuxian didn't have his husband's grace and walking-perfection when it came to everything from his bladework to his cooking to his-
At any rate, he's not about to let his husband's birthday go by without some celebration. And even if he can't cook Lan Zhan's favorite meals, he has a very good idea of his appetites, all the same. He hadn't managed to wake up before his husband, who could honestly get up that early? But he dresses quickly, in a set of Gusu Lan robes he may have liberated from Lan Zhan's closet. They fit him well enough, and he's sure Lan Zhan will appreciate the sentiment, as Wei Wuxian slips a hand-made gift into his sleeve and pads down to look for him.
"Lan Zhan?" he calls, putting on a flirtatious grin that seems to come naturally whenever he's around his precious soulmate.
Lan Wangji is sitting in the new Jingshi, and having a good old-fashioned midmorning meditation, when he hears Wei Ying. He hasn't forgotten it's his birthday, but he wasn't planning on doing anything.
Then he opens his eyes, and oh. A very happy birthday to him.
He gets up and walks over to greet his husband. "Wei Ying." He reaches out to touch his sleeve. "Have I neglected to do laundry?" He knows he hasn't, but he does want to know why Wei Ying is all dressed in white. Even though it makes him look adorable.
As if Lan Zhan sitting in the mid-morning light of their home is anything less than breathtaking, Wei Wuxian only stumbles a half-step on his way to greet his husband, covering it with a laugh as he invites himself into Lan Zhan's space.
"Laundry?" his lips form a pout, and he does a quick spin in easy reach, robes flowing elegantly from his sleeves and hips.
"I just thought Lan Zhan might like to see me in his colors," he ends the spin by leaning in close, just inches away, his smile easy.
Both of those options are good ones. Lan Wangji even gives Wei Ying a tiny smile, and places an arm around his waist to pull him in closer. "You could disrobe, if you are warm."
The doors are open, so Lan Wangji breaks their embrace so he can go close them, because he imagines that they'll probably eventually be doing things he doesn't want anyone else on the compound to see.
When he finishes there, he walks up behind Wei Ying, and wraps his arms around his middle, and hugs him from behind.
Warm? With the recent cold spell they've been having? Wei Wuxian might have it good, with a ruby gembond that keeps him toasty, but he's interested in a different kind of warmth.
"It's Lan Zhan's birthday, I thought he might like to unwrap his gift," Wei Wuxian teases as Lan Zhan closes the room off from prying eyes or ears(or those that don't wish to be in hearing distance).
"But," he starts, slowly letting the outer robe drop from one shoulder, "this dutiful husband is happy to be accommodating."
On special occasions, at least.
Wei Wuxian lets the first robe drop, the other layers still secured by a wide belt (why do the Lans bother with so many layers anyway?), before looking up at Lan Zhan, his bunny-like front teeth just grazing his lower lip.
"Still fairly warm," he insists, hands moving to his belt.
"Oh?" It is his birthday, and he is not accustomed to receiving any gifts that he actually wants or needs for it, but he will accept this one. He places his hands over Wei Ying's to help him undress.
"You are very thoughtful, Wei Ying. Thank you." They're so close now, and he can feel Wei Ying's breath, and it'd be so easy to kiss him. But he refrains, for now, still intent on slowly unwrapping his present. He is the kind to keep the integrity of the paper, so he doesn't have any reason to be doing this part fast.
"Mm, as long as Lan Zhan is enjoying it," he teases, to deflect from the way Lan Zhan's praise makes his face warm.
It's true, if either of them are the sort to get impatient, it's certainly not Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian isn't sure which is more difficult, the idea of undressing himself, or Lan Zhan's excruciatingly careful removal of each layer. He lets out a restless huff, a barely restrained whine, more eager than he'd like to admit for Lan Zhan to get to his 'gift.'
"How do you ever have the patience for so many of these every day?"
Lan Wangji thinks Wei Ying is ridiculous, but so lovable. It's becoming increasingly harder not to kiss him, to give into his temptation, and the way he wants so badly to have attention lavished on him.
But, he'll get it soon.
"Would you like help?" he asks, reaching for the ties, pulling it in just a way that it tugs the fabric on Wei Ying's skin.
Wei Wuxian makes an impatient noise, part desperation, part anticipation at something so small as the feel of fabric against his skin.
"Lan Zhan," he laments, well used to his husband's own kind of teasing.
He attempts to shimmy out of the robes, tugging at the neckline and exposing a stripe of skin down his chest, before looking up at Lan Zhan with a pathetic expression.
"Without Lan Zhan's help, I'm sure I'll just get stuck. And that would make it take so much longer, wouldn't it?"
"Wei Ying," he admonishes, but he comes over to help him with the rest, breath ghosting over Wei Ying's neck. Once he's undone the last tie, he tips Wei Ying's chin up to kiss him. It's slow, sweet, unhurried.
After all, it is his birthday. They have all day.
He slides his hands underneath the cloth of Wei Ying's shoulders, and lets the robes pool to the floor.
And then he gives Wei Ying's lip just a little nibble. Not a full bite. Just a taste.
The warning has no heat, aside from the warmth of Lan Zhan's breath over his skin. It prickles, a shiver running through him as his skin is bared to his husband.
"Much better," he replies, a pleased hum against Lan Zhan's mouth, before his tongue darts out over the gently bitten lower lip. This time, it's Wei Wuxian who pushes forward, pressing their lips together, tongue teasing at the entrance to Lan Zhan's mouth. His body does much the same, skin flush against his husband's body, his fingers reaching to twine around the trailing end of Lan Zhan's headband before tugging it loose.
"Now, what wishes can this husband grant for his beloved Lan Zhan?" he murmurs quietly, his bare thigh slotting between Lan Zhan's clothed legs and grinding suggestively.
It's unfair to ask him this question while doing that, but Wei Ying has always been like that. Lan Wangji groans, grabs both of Wei Ying's arms maybe a little too tight. His body responds quickly, as it always does with his husband.
"Let me take you to bed," he murmurs against Wei Ying's lips, already guiding him backwards towards their marriage bed. He would pick up Wei Ying if he wished, since he draws him into a kiss and they're both walking blind.
Taking the headband from Wei Ying, he wraps it gently around his wrists. And then he tugs, hard.
Lan Zhan has never needed words when action would suffice, and Wei Wuxian is all-too-happy to follow his lead. He gives a breathy laugh at his husband's urgency, humming delightedly against his lips as they stumble their way to the bedroom.
The headband around his wrist would be a fond reminder of their youth, tumbling through the cold pools, if not for the rough tug that follows. Wei Wuxian's brows shoot up, though his eyes are full of nothing but mischief and sparkling with excitement. He pulls back, putting up only the barest play of resistance.
"Mm, seems Lan Zhan already has some fun ideas in mind," he gives a smirk, "whatever will he do with his birthday gift?"
"Finish unwrapping," he answers as he tugs at Wei Ying's pants, loosening the ties, letting it fall to the ground, and looks at him with hungry eyes, impassioned despite the passive look on the rest of his face.
His kiss is needy, fervent, and almost a mess despite his usual upright and perfectionist tendencies. He holds Wei Ying's hands above his head and bites his lip, hard. "Mine," he growls, pushing Wei Ying to lie down on their mattress.
"How very practical," he retorts, holding Lan Zhan's gaze, even as the last of his robes and pants slide to the floor.
Lan Zhan's kiss takes him by surprise, the force of it drawing a gasp from Wei Wuxian's lips, followed quickly by a pleased hum of laughter. Wei Wuxian has always craved Lan Zhan's attention, and to have it so completely, to be wanted so undeniably, it truly feels like he's the one who has received a gift today.
He makes a soft whining sound when Lan Zhan bites down, and puts up a bit of wriggling effort, some playful resistance when Lan Zhan pushes him back, despite how honest his body is, cock already half-hard and twitching with interest.
"En, you've caught me," he grins, tongue flicking over the recent bite, his knee coming up to slide against his husband's side, still somehow fully clothed.
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At any rate, he's not about to let his husband's birthday go by without some celebration. And even if he can't cook Lan Zhan's favorite meals, he has a very good idea of his appetites, all the same. He hadn't managed to wake up before his husband, who could honestly get up that early? But he dresses quickly, in a set of Gusu Lan robes he may have liberated from Lan Zhan's closet. They fit him well enough, and he's sure Lan Zhan will appreciate the sentiment, as Wei Wuxian slips a hand-made gift into his sleeve and pads down to look for him.
"Lan Zhan?" he calls, putting on a flirtatious grin that seems to come naturally whenever he's around his precious soulmate.
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Then he opens his eyes, and oh. A very happy birthday to him.
He gets up and walks over to greet his husband. "Wei Ying." He reaches out to touch his sleeve. "Have I neglected to do laundry?" He knows he hasn't, but he does want to know why Wei Ying is all dressed in white. Even though it makes him look adorable.
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"Laundry?" his lips form a pout, and he does a quick spin in easy reach, robes flowing elegantly from his sleeves and hips.
"I just thought Lan Zhan might like to see me in his colors," he ends the spin by leaning in close, just inches away, his smile easy.
"Or would you prefer me out of them?"
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The doors are open, so Lan Wangji breaks their embrace so he can go close them, because he imagines that they'll probably eventually be doing things he doesn't want anyone else on the compound to see.
When he finishes there, he walks up behind Wei Ying, and wraps his arms around his middle, and hugs him from behind.
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"It's Lan Zhan's birthday, I thought he might like to unwrap his gift," Wei Wuxian teases as Lan Zhan closes the room off from prying eyes or ears(or those that don't wish to be in hearing distance).
"But," he starts, slowly letting the outer robe drop from one shoulder, "this dutiful husband is happy to be accommodating."
On special occasions, at least.
Wei Wuxian lets the first robe drop, the other layers still secured by a wide belt (why do the Lans bother with so many layers anyway?), before looking up at Lan Zhan, his bunny-like front teeth just grazing his lower lip.
"Still fairly warm," he insists, hands moving to his belt.
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"You are very thoughtful, Wei Ying. Thank you." They're so close now, and he can feel Wei Ying's breath, and it'd be so easy to kiss him. But he refrains, for now, still intent on slowly unwrapping his present. He is the kind to keep the integrity of the paper, so he doesn't have any reason to be doing this part fast.
If anything, he likes the tease.
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It's true, if either of them are the sort to get impatient, it's certainly not Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian isn't sure which is more difficult, the idea of undressing himself, or Lan Zhan's excruciatingly careful removal of each layer. He lets out a restless huff, a barely restrained whine, more eager than he'd like to admit for Lan Zhan to get to his 'gift.'
"How do you ever have the patience for so many of these every day?"
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But, he'll get it soon.
"Would you like help?" he asks, reaching for the ties, pulling it in just a way that it tugs the fabric on Wei Ying's skin.
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"Lan Zhan," he laments, well used to his husband's own kind of teasing.
He attempts to shimmy out of the robes, tugging at the neckline and exposing a stripe of skin down his chest, before looking up at Lan Zhan with a pathetic expression.
"Without Lan Zhan's help, I'm sure I'll just get stuck. And that would make it take so much longer, wouldn't it?"
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After all, it is his birthday. They have all day.
He slides his hands underneath the cloth of Wei Ying's shoulders, and lets the robes pool to the floor.
And then he gives Wei Ying's lip just a little nibble. Not a full bite. Just a taste.
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"Much better," he replies, a pleased hum against Lan Zhan's mouth, before his tongue darts out over the gently bitten lower lip. This time, it's Wei Wuxian who pushes forward, pressing their lips together, tongue teasing at the entrance to Lan Zhan's mouth. His body does much the same, skin flush against his husband's body, his fingers reaching to twine around the trailing end of Lan Zhan's headband before tugging it loose.
"Now, what wishes can this husband grant for his beloved Lan Zhan?" he murmurs quietly, his bare thigh slotting between Lan Zhan's clothed legs and grinding suggestively.
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"Let me take you to bed," he murmurs against Wei Ying's lips, already guiding him backwards towards their marriage bed. He would pick up Wei Ying if he wished, since he draws him into a kiss and they're both walking blind.
Taking the headband from Wei Ying, he wraps it gently around his wrists. And then he tugs, hard.
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The headband around his wrist would be a fond reminder of their youth, tumbling through the cold pools, if not for the rough tug that follows. Wei Wuxian's brows shoot up, though his eyes are full of nothing but mischief and sparkling with excitement. He pulls back, putting up only the barest play of resistance.
"Mm, seems Lan Zhan already has some fun ideas in mind," he gives a smirk, "whatever will he do with his birthday gift?"
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His kiss is needy, fervent, and almost a mess despite his usual upright and perfectionist tendencies. He holds Wei Ying's hands above his head and bites his lip, hard. "Mine," he growls, pushing Wei Ying to lie down on their mattress.
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Lan Zhan's kiss takes him by surprise, the force of it drawing a gasp from Wei Wuxian's lips, followed quickly by a pleased hum of laughter. Wei Wuxian has always craved Lan Zhan's attention, and to have it so completely, to be wanted so undeniably, it truly feels like he's the one who has received a gift today.
He makes a soft whining sound when Lan Zhan bites down, and puts up a bit of wriggling effort, some playful resistance when Lan Zhan pushes him back, despite how honest his body is, cock already half-hard and twitching with interest.
"En, you've caught me," he grins, tongue flicking over the recent bite, his knee coming up to slide against his husband's side, still somehow fully clothed.
"I'm all yours."