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marlowemuses2019-12-05 09:04 pm
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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.”
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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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."
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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“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.”
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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The teeth grazed at him like a question and he whined, wiggling beneath Lan Zhan. That hesitation made him impatient. He wanted everything and he wanted it now. "Bite me, Lan Zhan. Mark me. I want to be covered in hickeys tomorrow. I want you."
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He pins him to the bed, breath hot as he sank his teeth on his throat, biting him hard, sucking on his skin, feeling the pulse. Eager to touch him more as he bites him, rewarding him with hard kisses and sucks, his hands wandered over his chest and then slides between his legs to pressed against him and squeezed him to feel him.
"Want you." He murmured, echoing after him as he helps him undress, stripping off his clothes to gain more access to him.
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Gasping as that hand slides down, groping him, Wei Ying grinds up into it without hesitation, eager for more. The situation has shifted so suddenly, one kiss turning hungrily into more. Wei Ying hasn't done any of this before, but he doesn't want to stop.
Nodding once with eager desire, Wei Ying starts helping to strip off clothes, wanting to have access to Lan Zhan's skin as soon as possible. "Lan Zhan."
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He bites him, leaving marks on his pale skin. Clumsy at aim and execution at first, but he relishes the feel of biting his soft skin. Not hard to leave a bruise, but firmly to leave red marks. Bites followed by passion-fueled kisses and loving licks over the marks to soothe away pain.
He’s surprised that he’s just as eager. “Wei Ying, wait...” He just needs a moment to strip off his robes. Everything felt hot all of a sudden that his clothes are becoming a barrier.
Lan Zhan is shy being naked in front of his lover for the first time, but once the clothes are off, his cock, long and thick is eager and isn’t shy, but eager.
Nuzzling on his hair, close to the shell of his ear and gently sucking on his earlobe, while his hands search him caressing over his slender waist and chest, feeling him. “What are we going to do next...?” He asked. “Is this how we’re going to do it…?” Lan Zhan is curious, never having done this before. "Do I get to touch you?"