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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"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."