THE FEARSOME YILING PATRIARCH! DRIVING EVIL FROM YOUR DOOR WITH A GREATER EVIL!
LOVES MILD FOOD, CUTE PUPPIES, LONG WALKS IN THE BURIAL MOUNDS AND KILLING ALL YOUR LOVED ONES!
[ah; Lan Wangji's thin lips are soft under Wei Wuxian's, just like he remembered from their brief kisses before. this one is not brief. this one is raw: tears still on Lan Wangji's face, his mouth fierce, arms around Wei Wuxian like a vice. it's as if he's trying to put paid to any possibility of Wei Wuxian going back on that implied but not-quite-given promise to stay; as if he's trying to kiss him till he forgets how.]
[yeah he's no match for that, overwhelmed almost immediately, mouth yielding and body going weak in Lan Wangji's arms, settling forward against him. a whimper escapes him as they kiss and kiss and kiss, his fingers tangling and trembling in Lan Wangji's hair]
[Lan Wangji's breathing is rough in a different way when they have to stop to breathe. he doesn't pull away for a moment, eyes still closed, still breathing Wei Wuxian's air; his grip doesn't shift in the slightest. it's like his arms are steel bars tbh]
[shifts and looks up at him with that burning, devouring intensity, the one that always draws him in like a magnet even when it sends him skittering away; the question what does that look want from me?! feels a little different, here, in context.
[this one starts soft, pleading, trying to draw him in rather than knock him off balance; Lan Wangji's fingers tighten in his hair next to his face but don't drag him down. almost sweet...]
[he shivers and shivers and falls into it, inexorable, his own care giving way to something hungrier, his body pressing forward against Lan Wangji's, his own heart pounding; he wants this]
[this kiss is slower but more intense, if anything. it goes on and on and on, deep and languid and dazed, exploring; Lan Wangji pauses to let them breathe without taking his mouth away and then immediately dives back in with redoubled hunger as soon as it hits him that they've stopped intolerably for a moment. he's shaking, when it finally breaks this time.]
[he's making tiny wrecked noises and has a hand fisted in the layers of Lan Wangji's robes by then. he's shaking too; it's impossible to tell where one of theirs ends and the other's begins]
[Lan Wangji lets out a little growl of pure need and bends his head forward for Wei Wuxian's throat like he's something feral, impossibly hungry for him; Wei Wuxian feels the jerk of his muscles as he pulls him close, feels the electric sensation of his teeth digging in hit the base of his spine and skull at once with a jolt--
then he's awake, suddenly, staring at the ceiling in his villa in the dim red glow of the Blood Pool, throat aching with phantom pain and, possibly otherwise distracted.]
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roughly:]
Wei Ying.
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[looks COMPLETELY off-balance, flushed, mouth still parted]
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Say...say something...
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Stay.
[he tilts Wei Wuxian's face with his hand; brings their mouths together gently this time, like a man lowering a lotus blossom back to the water]
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...
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A-ah--
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Please?
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then he's awake, suddenly, staring at the ceiling in his villa in the dim red glow of the Blood Pool, throat aching with phantom pain and, possibly otherwise distracted.]
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[after
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Lan Wangji gets a text]
?
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Lan Zhan?
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[oh god, his voice still has that growl under the steadiness of it, it's exactly the same]
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