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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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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.

Wei Wuxian moaned for him, writhing against the bed as he hugged his arms up around Lan Zhan's head. The mouth on his throat felt dizzyingly good, in a way he'd never imagined. He wanted Lan Zhan's mouth on every inch of his skin.

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."

At that, throwing precaution to the wind, abandoning self-imposed rules, Lan Zhan growls softly as he becomes bolder, pressing hips against him to slowly grind. His words mirror the voice in his heart, that voice of desire becomes louder, his heart racing with excitement.

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.

Wei Ying melts beneath him, moaning and writhing as Lan Zhan blankets him with kisses and bites. He feels Lan Zhan starting to grind against him, Lan Zhan hard for him beneath his robes. "Gege," he breathes, grin wide with joy and desire. "Lan Er-Gege."

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."

Lan Zhan never felt a desire like this for the other boy before. This playful boy who laughs and teased him, fanning his inner flames despite his stoic and studious exterior.

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?"