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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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."