Wei Ying lets him move him around again, melting bonelessly into the bed with his ass in the air for Lan Zhan to take how he wants. He continues to moan with each thrust into him, shuddering with Lan Zhan as he complies with Wei Ying's request.
After Lan Zhan collapses onto him, he lifts his hand to cup his lover's cheek, a happy, content smile on Wei Ying's face. He can't remember a time in his life where he's ever felt so peaceful and satisfied with his life and existence.
"That was really good, Lan Zhan," he says after a moment, his face all aglow. "You're really good at this! If I didn't know any better, I'd wonder if you'd been with someone other than me!"
But Wei Ying does know better. After tonight, how could he not? It sure took him long enough...
The comment has him still for a long moment before he pulls back, sliding off him to sit on the bed and clean himself up, his expression slipping back into the neutral look he normally wore.
"...Shower." Because Wei Ying needs one before he sleeps and he needs a few moments to himself after that comment.
"Yeah, I should go do that now, huh? I'll be back soon."
Maybe he could use a few minutes to himself, too, to unwind a little It'd all felt really good but a lot sure did change between them very quickly just then, hadn't it? Just standing in the shower and focusing on that for a bit might help.
Wei Ying gets up off the bed and goes to do just that.
A few minutes later, the sound of the shower running can be heard.
After about twenty minutes or so, a freshly clean Wei Ying returns to the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair falling loose and damp around his shoulders.
"Alright, Lan Zhan, I'm back! Where do you want me?"
His tone's cheerful, if slightly nervous. This is still uncharted territory between them and he's a little worried about saying the wrong thing again.
The first response that comes to mind is the one he discards almost immediately. They'll have time for that later and for the moment, it's likely better to let him adjust to the change in status slowly.
He's stretched out on the bed though, having taken the time while he was showering to strip and remake the bed for them. "....Come here."
Wei Ying does as requested, approaching the bed. After a moment, he takes off the towel and stretches out on the bed beside him, his eyes seeking Lan Zhan's almost shyly. Moments like these are a ltitle different from sex, not that his expertise on the subject honestly extends beyond what he's done with Lan Zhan or seen in pornography.
After a moment, he closes the distance and cuddles up to him.
It's definitely a new and slightly odd position to lay in but Wei Ying doesn't mind it. It's just different and will take a little bit to get used to. It's soothing to just lay here and listen to Lan Zhan's heartbeat, though. His eyes drift closed, fatigue from their earlier activities beginning to catch up to him now.
A hand smooths up over his back slowly, the gesture repeating until he's almost sure Wei Ying has fallen asleep. Then his own eyes close, arm staying wrapped around his partner until morning.
Eventually morning arrives and Wei Ying's still tangled up in Lan Zhan. As he comes to, he's aware of a stiffness and soreness from how he'd been sleeping, as well as the fact he's not in his own bed or even his door room. While he's laying there, parts of the night before come flooding back.
He'd been studying at Lan Zhan's. They'd been fooling around with rewards again and things went too far. An impulsive confession in the middle of sex and they weren't just friends anymore. They're together now.
It's still a lot to process.
Wei Ying stirs and starts to sit up. his hair a tousled and untidy mess falling across his shoulders and down his shoulders. He doesn't look confused or upset or anything, just thoughtful and a little bit sure. He doesn't really know what he's doing here and he knows it.
He's already been awake, for a while but when Wei Ying moves, Wangji shifts as well moving to sit up slowly, gaze drifting over to Wei Ying for a moment before he slides from the bed to pull on pants so he can go start breakfast.
He hesitates a moment before sliding off to do the same. He's not quite ready to get fully dressed yet so he just tracks down his boxers and puts them back on for now. Should he kiss him now? Should he go brush his teeth first? He should definitely hit the bathroom before anything else though, he thinks.
"I'll be right back," he says quietly, gesturing toward the bathroom.
Wangji nods slightly before disappearing towards the kitchen, the sounds of him moving around there audible after a moment as he pulls out what he needs for their breakfast so he can start cooking.
Eggs for himself and Wei Ying, bacon for Wei Ying, toast, and some fruit. It's simple enough, anyway.
Once he's relieved himself and flushed, he stops at the mirror. After borrowing Lan Zhan's comb, he manages to tame his hair somewhat then he gets distracted by the bruises and bite marks on his neck reflected in the mirror. There's definitely quite a number of them, on his shoudlers and chest, too. There's a strange fluttering feeling of excitement in him as he tilts his head a bit here and there to get a better look at each one.
Wei Ying smiles softly. Lan Zhan really had gotten him good, hadn't he? For some reason, he likes it though, likes how tender the darker ones feel when he presses his finger against them. It's all very nice.
After a few minutes he fetches the spare toothbrush he left here the last time he stayed over out of a drawer and brushes his teeth. Once he's done, he heads out to join Lan Zhan in the kitchen.
He's just starting the eggs when Wei Ying comes in, glancing over his shoulder for a moment, gaze dropping to take in his neck. Focuses there briefly before.
Wei Ying hops up on the kitchen counter nearby, hugging one knee to his chest while letting the other dangle, swinging it back and forth idly while he waits. He smiles, content, then runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out a little before it settles back on his shoulders. It's very easy to see all the bite marks on his chest and legs from where he's perched.
"What's for breakfast, anyway? I bet it's delicious."
The eggs only take a few minutes to finish, Wangji splitting them onto the already prepared plates before he turns to just look at Wei Ying once the stove's off. His gaze travels over the other man slowly, lingering on each visible mark before he exhales a breath.
Wei Ying hops back down to the floor but doesn't immediately head over to the table. Instead, he stares at Lan Zhan's lips, cheeks flushing a little. The sudden need to kiss them is strong but he's not sure if he should. This whole boyfriend thing is still very new to him and he doesn't want to push too hard and too fast.
Finally, he settles on a chaste peck on Lan Zhan's cheek, maybe just a tad bit too close to the corner of his mouth.
"Okay."
He steps back and turns to leave for the table as instructed.
An arm wraps around him, pulls him back against Wangji's body before his other hand is on Wei Ying's chin, turning his head so he can catch Wei Ying in a proper kiss, his fingers smoothing down over Wei Ying's body slowly.
The snatch takes Wei Ying off guard, his eyes widening as he's suddenly pulled close and firmly held against Lan Zhan. Before he can fully process what's happening, he's being kissed.
Then he hears those words in his mind.
Lan Zhan hadn't said them back to him last night, though he'd kind of guessed his feelings were reciprocated by everything else he'd said and done. But actually hearing them makes his heart start pounding fiercely. He finds himself clinging hard to Lan Zhan, kissing him back deeply and passionately, breakfast forgotten for the moment.
Wei Ying's expression becomes soft and vulnerable. He tilts his head so Lan Zhan can get at his neck more easily while he caresses his back. Lan Zhan's loved him for that long? Two years?
He's about to ask Lan Zhan why didn't say anything when suddenly memories of all the times they've been intimate come flooding back. All those times they've kissed, made out, or fooled around where Lan Zhan kept uttering one word over and over.
Mine.
He really was dense, wasn't he?
"I didn't know," he stammers lamely. "I didn't realize you felt that way about me at all. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner."
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After Lan Zhan collapses onto him, he lifts his hand to cup his lover's cheek, a happy, content smile on Wei Ying's face. He can't remember a time in his life where he's ever felt so peaceful and satisfied with his life and existence.
"That was really good, Lan Zhan," he says after a moment, his face all aglow. "You're really good at this! If I didn't know any better, I'd wonder if you'd been with someone other than me!"
But Wei Ying does know better. After tonight, how could he not? It sure took him long enough...
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"...Shower." Because Wei Ying needs one before he sleeps and he needs a few moments to himself after that comment.
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Wei Ying's smile fades just a bit but he nods.
"Yeah, I should go do that now, huh? I'll be back soon."
Maybe he could use a few minutes to himself, too, to unwind a little It'd all felt really good but a lot sure did change between them very quickly just then, hadn't it? Just standing in the shower and focusing on that for a bit might help.
Wei Ying gets up off the bed and goes to do just that.
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"...Sleep here." It's quiet, his gaze meeting Wei Ying's for a long moment.
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"...Alright. If you're sure."
The smile returns, a little less uncertain.
"I'll stay tonight. It is pretty late and I'm little worn out after that, Lan Zhan."
He cups Lan Zhan's cheek a moment, stroking it with his thumb, before stepping back.
"I'll be back in a few minutes. Right after I'm done. Promise."
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"Shower."
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A few minutes later, the sound of the shower running can be heard.
After about twenty minutes or so, a freshly clean Wei Ying returns to the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair falling loose and damp around his shoulders.
"Alright, Lan Zhan, I'm back! Where do you want me?"
His tone's cheerful, if slightly nervous. This is still uncharted territory between them and he's a little worried about saying the wrong thing again.
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He's stretched out on the bed though, having taken the time while he was showering to strip and remake the bed for them. "....Come here."
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After a moment, he closes the distance and cuddles up to him.
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It's definitely a new and slightly odd position to lay in but Wei Ying doesn't mind it. It's just different and will take a little bit to get used to. It's soothing to just lay here and listen to Lan Zhan's heartbeat, though. His eyes drift closed, fatigue from their earlier activities beginning to catch up to him now.
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He'd been studying at Lan Zhan's. They'd been fooling around with rewards again and things went too far. An impulsive confession in the middle of sex and they weren't just friends anymore. They're together now.
It's still a lot to process.
Wei Ying stirs and starts to sit up. his hair a tousled and untidy mess falling across his shoulders and down his shoulders. He doesn't look confused or upset or anything, just thoughtful and a little bit sure. He doesn't really know what he's doing here and he knows it.
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...Morning.
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He hesitates a moment before sliding off to do the same. He's not quite ready to get fully dressed yet so he just tracks down his boxers and puts them back on for now. Should he kiss him now? Should he go brush his teeth first? He should definitely hit the bathroom before anything else though, he thinks.
"I'll be right back," he says quietly, gesturing toward the bathroom.
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Eggs for himself and Wei Ying, bacon for Wei Ying, toast, and some fruit. It's simple enough, anyway.
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Once he's relieved himself and flushed, he stops at the mirror. After borrowing Lan Zhan's comb, he manages to tame his hair somewhat then he gets distracted by the bruises and bite marks on his neck reflected in the mirror. There's definitely quite a number of them, on his shoudlers and chest, too. There's a strange fluttering feeling of excitement in him as he tilts his head a bit here and there to get a better look at each one.
Wei Ying smiles softly. Lan Zhan really had gotten him good, hadn't he? For some reason, he likes it though, likes how tender the darker ones feel when he presses his finger against them. It's all very nice.
After a few minutes he fetches the spare toothbrush he left here the last time he stayed over out of a drawer and brushes his teeth. Once he's done, he heads out to join Lan Zhan in the kitchen.
"That smells delicious, Lan Zhan," he greets.
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A few more minutes and it'll be ready.
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Wei Ying hops up on the kitchen counter nearby, hugging one knee to his chest while letting the other dangle, swinging it back and forth idly while he waits. He smiles, content, then runs a hand through his hair, shaking it out a little before it settles back on his shoulders. It's very easy to see all the bite marks on his chest and legs from where he's perched.
"What's for breakfast, anyway? I bet it's delicious."
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Go sit at the table and I'll bring it over.
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Wei Ying hops back down to the floor but doesn't immediately head over to the table. Instead, he stares at Lan Zhan's lips, cheeks flushing a little. The sudden need to kiss them is strong but he's not sure if he should. This whole boyfriend thing is still very new to him and he doesn't want to push too hard and too fast.
Finally, he settles on a chaste peck on Lan Zhan's cheek, maybe just a tad bit too close to the corner of his mouth.
"Okay."
He steps back and turns to leave for the table as instructed.
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I love you.
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Then he hears those words in his mind.
Lan Zhan hadn't said them back to him last night, though he'd kind of guessed his feelings were reciprocated by everything else he'd said and done. But actually hearing them makes his heart start pounding fiercely. He finds himself clinging hard to Lan Zhan, kissing him back deeply and passionately, breakfast forgotten for the moment.
I love you, too, Lan Zhan.
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Good. Because even though he'd said it last night, that had been while he was in the middle of what they'd been doing.
And now he'd at least had time to think about it.
Always have.
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He's about to ask Lan Zhan why didn't say anything when suddenly memories of all the times they've been intimate come flooding back. All those times they've kissed, made out, or fooled around where Lan Zhan kept uttering one word over and over.
Mine.
He really was dense, wasn't he?
"I didn't know," he stammers lamely. "I didn't realize you felt that way about me at all.
I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner."
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