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Wei Wuxian had been considering his approach for a week.

His friends had been drinking heavily that day (while it was still daylight, no less), and the conversation had turned to the beauties of campus. Mostly they discussed women, and much of the conversation lingered on the rejections they'd suffered.

Wei Wuxian had been quiet during this conversation, even though he was a shameless flirt with a known reputation. He was always casual in his flirtations, so that he rarely considered anything to be a rejection because he rarely asked for anything (unless it was for food or discounts), and he never lingered on thoughts of anyone in particular. So he had little to contribute to this conversation of yearning and rejection.

He toyed with a tassel as he listened, becoming slightly more curious as they discussed Lan Wangji. His friends were predominantly heterosexual, but they considered Lan Wangji to be both a competitor and an unreachable beauty. Theories flew widely about him, that he was asexual--no but he was surely a hopeless romantic under that cold exterior--perhaps sworn celibate, a monk!--or he was betrothed to someone from his clan and had to remain strictly loyal. In all cases the consensus was that no one could ever get him to go on a date.

"I'll do it," Wei Wuxian said. He surprised himself with the words, since he hadn't actually asked anyone on a date before. His friends stared at him in open-mouthed shock for a moment before they started insisting that Wei Wuxian was only teasing, and anyway he couldn't do it. Lan Wangji would never go out on a date with anyone, and certainly not him.

That cinched the deal. Wei Wuxian was determined to prove them wrong.

Their university campus was large, and Wei Wuxian had no classes in common with Lan Wangji, so it took some time before he found an opportunity. He saw Lan Wangji every few days around campus, but it was usually in passing or from across a quad. His figure in white robes was distinctive, but that didn't actually give Wei Wuxian any reason to talk to him.

In the end, Wei Wuxian decided to be forward.

Sitting on the library steps with a book open in his lap, Wei Wuxian was gazing into space and thinking about the theoretical implications inherent in the topic of the book rather than the book itself. When he spotted Lan Wangji crossing the quad, he wasn't about to let another week go by without results! He hopped up at once, taking his book with him as he went to intercept Lan Wangji's path. Blocking his way, he bowed once in front of him. “Lan Wangji? I am Wei Wuxian.”

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As they head toward town to the nearest shops, "My robes are not mourning clothes." He protested. "It's the traditional robes that all members of the Lan Clan wear. Mine just happens to be custom made because I am heir to the clan." As well as having a preference.

Lan Zhan doesn't like public affection or generally being touched. Holding his hands, he would have refused. But he's holding his hands as he follows after him because he wanted to and have longed to do so as Lan Zhan is a bit certain of his feelings for him from the flirting and the intention of their date going to the dance, he's pretty sure Wei Ying is serious in asking him out. At his question, "I was thinking traditional robes with a winter theme with light or dark blues."

There are specialty shops for such an occasion for the formal in the district where they put robes on display on mannequins.

"How about this shop?" Or that one, or that one. He asked. As there are many robes and gowns to choose from.

"We can try this shop," Wei Ying agrees. He keeps hold of Lan Zhan's hand as they head inside, wandering around and starting to select things for Lan Zhan to try along with a few things for himself to try. He's not really sure what he's looking for, so he grabs a variety of things, traditional and more modern, and puts them into two piles, one on each of Lan Zhan's arms. Once he's pleased enough with the selection, he heads for the dressing rooms. "There, Lan Zhan, try on those things and I'll try on these. I want to see everything you try, okay? No being shy."

Lan Zhan heads inside the shop. He has nothing in mind, considering he is used to wearing white all the time. With the help of the clerks and staff inside, greeting them warmly with smiles to help them with their selection. They select basing on suggestions that would look best on him for the dance. Lan Zhan may be quite aware that he is well-known as the most handsome man in the cultvation world, second only to his brother, but never spoken about his own beauty as he's been taught to be modest and humble.

"Let me know which one you think looks best on me." He changes on different outfits. Taking his time in front of the mirror. He hmm'd and mnn'd, but he seems to like dark blues the best.

"What do think of this one, Wei Ying?" He asked, when he stands in front of the mirror wearing mostly electric and cyan blues with white, an outfit to match winter.

Wei Ying goes into his own dressing room next door, trying on a couple of the things and then emerging wearing a foreign-style suit in red and black.

Smiling at the sight of Lan Zhan's outfit, he straightens his lapels and lingers close to him. "You look as handsome as ever." The problem is, Lan Zhan always looks handsome and formal. Wei Ying will be happy no matter what, but the outfit gets no particular excitement or interest.

Lan Zhan isn't used to seeing that style. It looks gothic at best. But for the winter ball, it would do. He already imagining dancing with him, and then Lan Zhan...will tells him a little more of his feelings. He has it all plan to let Wei Ying know, which is why he wanted to accompany him.

Lan Zhan is content and delighted, so he stays with his choice. "Then, I will wear this. As for the suit, so are you." Lan Zhan sense of fashion is dull and average at best, so he's happy as long Wei Ying is comfortable. "I think that suit looks good on you. So you will be wearing that to the dance?"

"Maybe," Wei Ying purses his lips, considering it. He likes the suit, but he's not quite yet done playing dress-up, and he wants to decide between all the options. "It's only the first thing I like, though, Lan Zhan. Let me try a few more things, first."

He disappears back into the dressing room, trying on a couple more suits which he likes less but shows to Lan Zhan anyway, and then he starts trying on some of the gowns. There are not as many options in gowns for men, as most of the gowns are designed for women, and the style of gowns for men is only very recently becoming acceptable, but Wei Ying wanted to try it.

Already blushing as he emerges from the dressing room, Wei Ying shows off a long black gown with delicate gold chains. A high collar dips to a V-neck in front, showing off his throat. "What do you think, Lan Zhan?" he asks, turning to reveal the backless gown that shows off the length of his spine. Shy but pleased by the lavish gown, he gives Lan Zhan a coy smile over his shoulder.

Having made his choice, he decided to stick to the formal costume he wanted to wear as it gives him a sense of outworldiness. Lan Zhan watches him curiously as he goes back to the fitting room to change and waited patiently for him to try on more suits.

He's surprised that Wei Ying wanted to wear a gown. He came from a very traditional sect with a slightly conservative view that sided with the stricter, restrictive population of society. However, all of that change when Wei Ying emerges wearing a stunning black gown with delicate gold chains and showing his lovely backside and any previous views he was raised in his upbringing becomes eroded, swept away as Lan Zhan admired him, becoming fonder and enamored of him in his connection with him.

"It's lovely." He managed to say with a stunned look. Although his expression is seemingly passive, Lan Zhan is already captured not only by his handsomeness but also by his beauty that the gown brought him out. Finally, Lan Zhan is able to use such words beyond his usual vocabulary. There's no question that this gown will be the chosen one Wei Ying will wear to the dance.

"You should wear that gown on that night. You are lovely."

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Wei Ying grins happily at the stunned look on Lan Zhan's face and his expressive words. He knows how sparingly Lan Zhan uses words, so for him to react so warmly means a lot.

Hugging Lan Zhan, Wei Ying kisses his cheek, beaming happily. Lan Zhan's attention gives him so much joy, and he feels deeply possessive of Lan Zhan's attention. He wants to always be able to enjoy the way Lan Zhan looks in this moment, and to find new ways every day to take his breath away. "I'm glad you like it, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, brushing his nose lightly against Lan Zhan's cheek.

Lan Zhan is learning to express himself more openly, starting with words to follow his actions and his thoughts, and each thought and feeling is turning toward to him like a flower seeking the light of the sun. He grows fonder of him each day that there's a day he could not end it not without a brief touch or a kiss from him or he'll be unsatisfied if Wei Ying doesn't give him the love and attention of his touch and kisses that he found himself yearning and craving.

Each day, he believed to be friends when his own feelings for him is becoming so much more. Each day, he enjoys lavish his attention to demonstrating his fondness and attraction to him.

Feelings that is not yet realized. He hopes after the dance, he'll make his feelings officially known and asked him. To be his.

Seeing Wei Ying happy with the praise, he's learning to give it. "I do. I want to dance with you. Be happy wearing that. It will make me happy too." The gown is beautiful he admits and brings out the handsome and beauty of him.

"Have you made your choice to wear that?"

"I have now," Wei Ying says, grinning and nuzzling at him. "I like the way you look at me when I'm wearing it. We're going to make everyone jealous."

Kissing Lan Zhan's cheek one more time, Wei Ying lets go and returns to the dressing room. He glances back one last time with a smile before the door closes, cheeks rosy with pleasure.

But as he takes off the gown and looks at the price tag, his pleasure fades. He didn't give any thought to cost when he was picking out things he wanted to try. The gown is much more than he expected and far more than he can afford. Lan Zhan had bought his coffee, but this is far, far more expensive than a cup of coffee, and he could never expect Lan Zhan to pay for such a thing.

Sheepish and embarrassed as he emerged, he gives Lan Zhan an apologetic smile. "Ah, never mind, Lan Zhan. It's so expensive. I'll just wear something I have already. You should wear your new formal outfit, though. It's very handsome."

He stepped close to Lan Zhan and tugged gently at the front of his robes, automatically drawn to be close to Lan Zhan when he was unhappy and also wanting to distract Lan Zhan from his disappointment and embarrassment.

It never crossed Lan Zhan's mind about the cost of his costume. He comes from a well-to-do family, though they have been living a rather stingy lifestyle as most of the time they stressed on saving their money for emergencies. But for an occasion like dressing up for a seasonal party that comes once a year, he didn't see why not despite the price tag.

When Lan Zhan noticed his unhappiness, he was confused. "Wei Ying? How come? Aren't you going to wear that dress..?" But then the reason becomes clear.

Lan Zhan's heart skipped a beat, feeling a flush of warmth and emotion, seeing his sadness and feeling the same in his heart. He knew it meant a lot to him, to wear it to the ball. He wants it to be a special night for him to remember. He read too many stories of fairy tales of princesses wanting to go to a ball and dancing the night away.

In this case, his prince. Who Lan Zhan has already fallen for, so fast and quite real, and he wanted to help and grant his wish without any expectation. So that's why with no hesitation in his heart, this is going to be a happy night for both of them.

"Wei Ying, please. Go fetch that dress and bring it to the cashier. You're wearing that on that night. You can pay me back and we'll discuss later."

Wei Ying blinked in surprise at this offer, then started to blush. His heart fluttered with hope and yearning for the dress and for Lan Zhan. He wanted to go to this ball with him, to wear the gown and to dazzle everyone, to make everyone jealous but to dance only with Lan Zhan.

"Lan Zhan, it's too much," he argued, pouting a little at him because while the offer was very nice, it was more than he could accept. He'd never be able to repay Lan Wangji for something like that. "I cannot accept such generosity."

But when he saw that Lan Zhan's face was completely earnest with this offer, Wei Ying faltered. He did want the gown, especially so that he could look beautiful for Lan Zhan. No one else's attention mattered. He wanted most of all to capture Lan Zhan's attention so that he could never look away. "Ah, Lan Zhan... You're serious about this?"

Finally starting to smile, Wei Ying relaxed a little. "You really are my sugar daddy, Lan Zhan."

Letting go of him, Wei Ying went back and picked up the dress, folding it carefully so that the delicate chains wouldn't tangle. He brought it to Lan Zhan, offering it to him so that he could see the number if he needed to reconsider. "Lan Zhan, it's really okay. I only wanted to play dress up, anyway. You should save your money."

Lan Zhan doesn't spend that much at all. He only spends what is necessary. Most of the time, he saves up money for emergencies. Spending for Wei Ying, it simply means it makes a dent in his savings, but if Lan Zhan went to look for a job later on as he meant to find some work on the campus, then his finances will bounce back in time.

"Wei Ying. Please don't mind it. I am quite serious about it" If the dress is bought, then their night will go as planned. Lan Zhan is confident about it. "You should wear that to the dance and make good memories on that night."

It didn't take much time at all. The cashier was ringed up. The dress is brought. Lan Zhan can see the receipt and the store's refund policy. Seeing Wei Ying's smile and hearing his gratitude was worth it and they can discuss later if he wanted to keep the dress.

"Wei Ying, it's a gift." But Lan Zhan is blushing and feel warmth, seeing his gratitude. Once the dressed was neatly fold and placed in the bag, the dress is bought. "Take that with you and keep it." He said once they exit the shop together.

Wei Ying accepted the bag, hooking it over his elbow and then throwing his arms around Lan Zhan to hug him. His heart felt near to bursting with gratitude and affection, and he kissed Lan Zhan's cheek warmly. "Thank you, daddy," he whispered, flirtatious.

His heart pounded as they left the shop, smile wide and happy. He held Lan Zhan's hand tightly, staying close to him.

Lan Zhan's generosity made him feel so loved, so special, and he realized how much he wanted more of this. Lan Zhan had agreed to one date, but Wei Ying wanted more. He hoped that maybe after the first date Lan Zhan would be willing to consider another date. He hoped that Lan Zhan would want him to be his boyfriend.

Wei Ying wanted to kiss him properly, but it didn't seem right. Maybe at the ball, after they danced together, Lan Zhan would want to kiss him.

Wei Ying had never wanted like this before. The intensity of it surprised him. He wanted Lan Zhan. But he knew that Lan Zhan didn't want to date, and he wasn't allowed to date boys, so he kept his mouth shut about it.

"Are you hungry, Lan Zhan? We should get dinner."

Lan Zhan can't help but to chuckle in response, pleased and delighted that Wei Ying is happy with his gift. He knew it will mean a lot to him, and quite honestly, he's already accepted that he's falling very hard and fast in his attraction to him, that he is indeed gradually falling in love with him and more than anything else, Wei Ying captured his heart.

So the flirting and teasing, and the kisses felt natural that he wanted and desired him all more as he holds his hand. Lan Zhan's hand is big and warm, strong with a quiet strength as he holds him. With a soft chuckle, "Do you still call me that Wei Ying?"

He's teasing him, of course, flirting back, as he enjoys that. He plays with his ponytail, his fingers stroking through the long locks of his black hair. He longs to kiss him here and now, but he wants to give his first kiss after the dance in that dress.

"Dinner it is. I'll go wherever you feel like and eat with you."

“Call you what?” Wei Ying asks. His voice is innocent, but his eyes are sparkling with playfulness. “Lan Zhan? Or daddy?” He pretends to think, even though the laughter is visibly bubbling up in him. “I think I’m definitely going to keep calling you daddy.”

His laughter escapes, unrestrained and mischievous, and he squeezes Lan Zhan’s hand, leaning into him as he practically falls over from laughing.

But as Lan Zhan caresses his hair, he gasps and trips. Stumbling, he falls against Lan Zhan’s chest. The caress to his ponytail tugs at his scalp in a way that makes him shiver, and the sensation sends a rush of blood to his cock. His cheeks turn bright red, surprised by his own reaction.

“Lan Zhan,” he says carefully, pulling his own ponytail protectively over his shoulder. “I think maybe you shouldn’t play with my hair unless you want me to climb into your lap and beg to be kissed, because that is all I can think about right now.”

Lan Zhan is very enliven with passion, the fire in his heart has been stroke and aroused. “Wei Ying that’s cheating for calling me that because I’m no older than you. And I don’t expect you to pay me back for all of this...” His generosity is genuine even though a part of him hoped Wei Ying feel the same for him and it’s not just shameless flirting.

Lan Zhan is holding himself back, even though he’s clearly in a trance, very much besotted with him and his charms. Unable to help himself he wrapped his arms around him to pick him up and swirled him around.

“I can’t wait to dance with you. It’s going to be a perfect night. I want to ask you to be my lover. I really like you, Wei Ying. That is to say I really love you.” Lan Zhan isn’t stopping, he continues to stroke through his hair. It’s beautiful long, raven locks of hair. With that shy look, Lan Zhan grows emboldened. Without saying another word, he playfully tugs at hair almost in a commanding manner to make him look at him.

“Let me kiss you then. I’m not thinking much either other than how much I kiss you. I have been longing to do so. I want to kiss your lips. I want to kiss your hair.
I want to kiss you everywhere. You make me want to kiss the ground you walk on but I probably won’t do that, so yours lips would do.”

In a swift charge forward, his heart beating fast, and after months of putting up with his flirting and nonsense, he claims his lips at last, it was almost forceful but hungry, yet eventually soft and tender as he grabs his arms to hold him in place to kiss him full.

Wei Ying laughed with delight as Lan Zhan spun him around. He hugged tight to Lan Zhan in return, winding his arms around Lan Zhan's neck and pressing close to him as words spilled out of Lan Zhan, all those confessions of affection and longing.

As Lan Zhan caresses his hair, he groans softly, leaning his head into the touch and closing his eyes blissfully until Lan Zhan tugged at his hair again to draw his attention.

"Don't kiss the ground," Wei Ying agreed, laughing breathlessly. "Kiss me."

Moaning as Lan Zhan kissed him, he returned it heatedly, longing for Lan Zhan. The more they'd flirted and spent time together, the more Wei Ying wanted him, and it was a thrill to know that Lan Zhan really did desire him this much in return.

Lan Zhan is normally reserved and they're out in public. Even though his sect is strict on regulating relationships, but heavier restrictions are strictly enforced on same-sex relationships which is forbidden. Lan Zhan's emotion that he kept under discipline and self-restraint is overpowering. He knew the risks of pursuing a relationship with Wei Ying. He could get kicked out and disowned by his uncle, regardless of his high position as the future sect leader.

Regardless of the outcome, he's falling in love with him and is willing to give up and take his punishment. All of that just to kiss him and be close to him.

"Let's go eat something and then head back to our room where we can continue."

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After dinner, Lan Zhan leads Wei Ying back to his dorm wing where it's dark and quiet, holding his hands, and he can continue kissing him more in private.

With such eagerness and love in his heart, openly flirting with him. "Are you going to stay here with me tonight?" He hopes so. Today, he finds himself unable to part from him. His body aches to be close for his touch and his warmth.

Shyly, Lan Zhan toys with his own hair as he looks at him. "If not, the rabbits will keep me company and I have no choice but to wait for you tomorrow. They're not warm and soft as you on the bed..."

“Lan Zhan...” Wei Ying steps close again, looping his arms gently around Lan Zhan’s neck. “When did you become so shameless?”

Happy at the transformation from the person who would barely speak to him or look at him to this person who was so passionate and flirtatious, Wei Ying gazes into his eyes with affection. “I will stay tonight. The rabbits just will have to be jealous about me stealing their place in your bed.”

Gentle and happy, he brushes back one of Lan Zhan’s long locks of hair to tuck behind his ear. “How lucky I am, to have found someone who looks at me like you do.”

"It's something that happened over time." He answered shyly. "Especially when we talk a lot and spend time together."

It's a gradual transformation. With an arm wrapped around his waist. "I really am looking at you. If you love me for me. You...I don't care if you're poor or lower than me. If someday, I become Sect leader, I'll change all the rules of my sect so that someday you can..."

He stopped for a beat, heart pounding in his ears as all the blood is rushing, his breath quickens as he grips him in his arms. "You can marry me someday." He whispered. "When we can make true changes in our sect and make it better for the lives of others. It won't be a dramatic change, but it will be significant. For one thing, changing tradition and my uncle's mind...and you changed all of that."

It's too soon to talk about marriage and yet, tonight if he intuitively guessed right as to where the night is heading and spend their first night together, Lan Zhan really considers a proposal in their future.

As he speaks of his ideas and visions from the heart, Lan Zhan, cold, assuming, and shy, become bolder as he kisses him passionately, capturing his lips, gently descending him to the bed on his pile of rabbits and climbing on top of him with his weight, searching his hands to interlocking.

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Wei Ying is still amazed that all of this has happened, and the talk of marriage is a bit much and a bit intense when he's only just had his first kiss, but he appreciates the sweetness and the devotion of it.

For once, he keeps his mouth shut. He's not sure how to respond to such a thing, even though it means a lot to him to be wanted.

He gasps as Lan Zhan lowers him onto the bed, hands tightening briefly on Lan Zhan at that sensation of falling, but Lan Zhan is so careful and gentle with him, laying him down and then pressing down atop him. He's warm and solid, all muscle, and Wei Ying feels safe.

Lan Zhan traps his hands and Wei Ying squeezes tight, returning each kiss with desperate need. He wants to soak up every drop of love that Lan Zhan is giving him, aching with need to be cherished like this.

Lan Zhan kisses becomes hungrier and demanding. He felt so distracted. The stress of studying and pleasing his family worn him down, and paying for his dress makes a dent in his wallet. It eroded to a sheer desire in wanting to be close to him. He needed this heat. This closeness. This touch. He felt starved for affection and this boy stroked his inner fire since they first met.

To make room, he knocked the rabbit dolls away. Some carelessly tumbled to the side to the floor off the bed. His needs are becoming primal and becoming real as warm tingles trickle to his loins and he felt arouse by becoming close and by the scent of him.

His breath is warm, and tentatively, between the kiss, he licks at his lips, asking for an invite to enter. "Kiss you. I want to kiss you." He murmured against his mouth before eventually and shyly, he curled his tongue around his to deepen the kiss.

"Kiss me," Wei Ying repeated, smile widening. He licked at Lan Zhan's lips in return, giggling playfully as their tongues cross. When Lan Zhan deepens the kiss, he moans, arching up beneath him as the pleasure immediately shifts into need. Relaxing his jaw, Wei Ying kisses back just as deeply, inviting Lan Zhan into his mouth.

His body lifts beneath Lan Zhan, undulating up in his need to be closer to him. Lan Zhan lets go to brush the dolls away, and Wei Ying immediately catches his hands again afterward, weaving their fingers back together so that he can be as connected as possible with Lan Zhan while they kiss.

Lan Zhan was initially shy. He can’t believe he’s really kissing him for him. Soft, warm lips and Wei Ying is looking at him, holding hands with him. He's falling hard and fast with this boy. It seems not too long ago, he’s the one who stated that within his sect rules, a relationship like this is forbidden. Now, he’s going against the rules and running the risks of being exiled.

He felt no regret when their lips connected. It felt right. With their mouths open, his tongue swirled inside, he moans deeply from kissing him deeply as he felt a heat being sparked in his loins, but shy his hips away to hide his semi-hard erection.

When the kiss disconnected, he wrapped his arms around his waists and buried his on his neck, where he kisses him on the pulse of his throat, gently nibbling on his skin, teeth grazed over wanting to bite him, but not without permission.