[ Lan Wangji was content to let Sect Leader Yao get over his blustering, to dish out a few scandalous words to cease his complaining once and for all.
"Conjugal relations are for the eyes of spouses only" —something to that effect, implying that not only do they kiss but his husband is frequently bedded, what would the onlookers say to that?
He intends to say it and pull Wei ying from the crowds if this continues any longer, but he then realises with a startling horror that his husband was never one to shy away from an argument, would do anything to prove his point right if he thinks it neccessary, is bowing up in response just as much and now he is being asked to.. kiss him...? In front of a crowd of clearly-invested people? Ah.]
Wei Ying?
[ He says nothing else, only stares Wei Wuxian in the eyes intently as if to ask what he is doing, or to say something different. But it doesn't come, instead his talkative spouse isn't even looking at him properly as he waits, and as Lan Wangji looks around, sees the row of faces starting back at them now whispering to themselves as they can spot his hesitation, he knows there is nothing else to be done.
So he reaches out, tilts Wei Wuxian's chin up with a light touch of his own hand, and presses their lips together in a firm yet very, very chaste kiss. That should be enough, right? ]
[ He's definitely going to have to have a talk with Lan Wangji later about all this. Apologize for his impulsiveness and that he kissed him with barely any consent, even if Lan Wangji is the one initiating the kiss. But he put him in a pickle, didn't he? All those waiting eyes, trying to see, to spot any holes in their story, any hesitation in their movements. Anything to prove that the Chief Cultivator is not in love with the Yiling Patriarch. Anything to prove that Wei Wuxian is just using him, and nothing else.
But it's not like that at all!! He loves him, he loves him so much and sure he hasn't... told him... the extent of how much he loves him but that's not anyone's business, is it? But this, right now, the dilemma they're stuck in where everyone is waiting to see them kiss like a real married couple... that's something they can't really avoid, is it?
Though maybe he should've let Lan Wangji talk before insisting he kiss him. Hm.
Either way, Lan Wangji's hand reaches out and takes his chin, and then leans in and they — they kiss. It's a chaste kiss, barely a press of lips to lips, and he can already hear some disappointed murmuring from the onlookers. No, no, they're in love! They're in love!!
So, Wei Wuxian reaches a hand up to curl against the back of Lan Wangji's neck and presses in, making the kiss firmer, deeper. It's a little clumsy on his end because he has... no idea what he's doing, but their lips are moving against each other and he tilts his head to the side, breathing in the scent of sandalwood as he kisses Lan Wangji with a lot more earnestness. Kiss him back, kiss him back, kiss him back! ]
[ He moves to pull away, not caring about the complaints rising in the crowd. It is easy to disperse— they are in public after all, any displays of affection more than that would surely be inappropriate, especially for the Chief Cultivator who was invited here on official business.
But he finds he cannot move, for as soon as their lips part Wei Ying has slipped a hand around his neck to pull him in, back for another kiss. Now Lan Wangji considers the predicament he has found himself in. It isn't that he has a dislike for kissing his husband, the problem lies in the opposite and how much he wants it, which is why he has done such a good job of making sure his actions do not toe over the invisible line separating them, but now Wei Ying's mouth is on his once more, and he can feel its warmth, feel the sigh he lets out against his lips, and surely he has no way of backing out now, for if he rejects this kiss neither of them are going to hear the end of it from the crowd, no doubt overjoyed that it somehow means they foiled the two of them and their great deception before the clans.
So he does the only thing he can— continues to have Wei Wuxian's jaw resting against his hand as the other slips around his waist, holding him closer as he tilts his own head down a little too, making it feel more comfortable and natural as he responds with less hesitancy, kisses back a little more eagerly, letting his eyelids flutter closed as whatever complaints or sounds of surprise coming from the onlookers begin to faze out, his senses only picking up the sound of Wei Ying, the feel of Wei Ying, the taste of Wei Ying... oh this is bad. ]
[ His heart is hammering in his chest as finally, finally, Lan Wangji kisses him properly. The arm around his waist, the hand on his jaw, the mouth working against his own. The more they kiss, the more natural it feels. Wei Wuxian's hand slides down from Lan Wangji's neck to press a palm flat against his chest, his other hand reaching up to curl fingers into the front of his robes. He steps closer, more into Lan Wangji's space as he slowly begins to ignore the rest of the cultivation world around them.
Oh, this is wonderful. Oh, this is terrible. He didn't know what he was missing before now, was content to go around unkissed and with virgin lips but now that he's kissed Lan Wangji just the once, he wants to kiss him much, much more. He's always wanted to kiss him on some level, his affection and attraction to him too high to ignore but again — you can't miss what you've never had, so he didn't pursue it. Now, what is he going to do? When he looks at those perfect lips and know how soft they feel against his own?
But he also knows this can't last long and no matter how badly he wants to know the taste of Lan Wangji's tongue against his own, he can't deepen the kiss that far. Yet he doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to stop... ahhh... his thoughts scramble as he tries to focus on one action.
Of course, then Sect Leader Yao's voice bursts through with a flustered —
Okay! That's enough! We all get it!
And Wei Wuxian blinks, pulling away from the kiss. He looks back at Lan Wangji, grey eyes meeting golden, before his cheeks pink and he just... drops his face to Lan Wangji's shoulder, tucking in against his throat. He plays the part of the flustered, coquettish husband for a moment which is... not too far from the truth at all. ]
[ They're kissing, something that could be considered a real kiss this time, and Lan Wangji finds his grip tightening on Wei Wuxian's hip, his lips parting ever more slightly, coaxing the pair beside his own to do the same, and if they do, then—
—and then there is the sound of that irritating man ringing in his ears once again and Wei Wuxian pulls back from the kiss and— ah, right. Crap. For a moment he simply freezes, wondering if he went too far and they are about to have a serious talk about it, but instead all that happens is Wei Ying lays his head against him, and this is fine, he can work with this. He brings an arm up to settle around his husband's back ever so lightly, turning his focus to the crowd still stood there gawking at them, and one man in particular: ]
You declare it 'enough', but are you not the one who demanded we provide evidence?
[ Still giving Sect Leader Yao one of his tried and tested intimidating stares, he shares it with the rest of the crowd before addressing them rather simply:]
Leave us.
[ After some more blustering and stammered acknowledgements, the crowd of cultivators being to disperse, some gathering in pairs or small groups to discuss what they saw, while some opt for vacating the entire area in its entirety.
After a minute, when the rest of the room have given the couple a wide berth, he offers a little tap to Wei Wuxian's shoulder. ]
[ If he were to be asked how he's feeling right now, he would not have an answer. Or at least not something he should probably say. There are butterflies in his stomach and his lips tingle from the phantom touch of Lan Wangji's own against his. He wants to kiss him again, wants to kiss him so badly, but he knows he can't. Shouldn't. Won't. This was his one chance, his one excuse, and now he's at a loss for what to do next. How is he supposed to go forward now that he knows what Hanguang-Jun's lips feel like against his own?
He's really grateful that Lan Wangji scares away the crowd, leaves them in relative privacy now in this corner of the dining hall while the other cultivators go off to indulge in gossip and more alcohol. He also feels flustered, knowing that somewhere in that mess of people, Jiang Cheng probably saw them and lord knows he'll get an earful about propriety when Lan Wangji isn't around to hear it. Kissing in front of all of the cultivation world, just like that...!
When he pulls his head back from Lan Wangji's neck, his cheeks are pink and he can't quite look Lan Wangji in the eye. Still, his fingers curl in the front of his robes and he steps close, stays right in his orbit, doesn't shake those arms off him even a little. He likes it like this, just like this. ]
Uhm.
[ A pause, he ducks his head, feeling shy. ]
That — [ A little more quietly, just for Lan Wangji's ears: ] That was my first kiss. It wasn't bad, was it?
[ As Wei Wuxian pulls back he catches a glimpse of that face: warm, flushed, nervous. He cannot subdue the slight curling of his lips at the amusement of it all— it appears that even the shameless Wei Ying can in fact be rattled. The arm he has around the other mans back loosens but does not move, he has seen this expression plenty of times before. Startled like a rabbit he muses, any sudden movements may be enough to make him run away entirely.
Since Wei Ying was the one to request it, to initiate it, Lan Wangji waits for a reaction, for words, something which will let him know how to proceed here, but what he does end up hearing puts a halt to that train of thought immediately because wait... what? ]
Your... first?
[ His brow furrows, and he looks straight up confused until... ]
..Ah. In this life, you mean.
[ Alright, that makes more sense. If Wei Ying was seeing someone, had been kissing people, he is certain that (regrettably) he would have been told all about it. ]
[ At Lan Wangji's clear misunderstanding of his words, Wei Wuxian makes an upset noise. He doesn't know why but he wants to make sure Lan Wangji knows the truth. That no one, in this life or the one before it, has ever kissed him. Only Lan Wangji. Only right now. That's it, that's all he's ever experienced.
So, there's a bubbled up cry of — ]
Nooooooo.
[ Fingers tightening in their grip on Lan Wangji, rocking on his feet more into his space. He shakes his head vehemently for a moment before looking up at Lan Wangji with pleading eyes. ]
First ever. I've never kissed anyone before. [ He laughs, a little awkward, a little shy. ] I died unkissed and untouched. How sad is that?
[ And now here he is in his new body, but... he's been kissed now. He's felt it for the first time ever and his lips still tingle with the phantom sensation. His eyes drop down to Lan Wangji's mouth before he looks away, cheeks still pink. His first kiss, his first kiss, his first kiss...! ]
[ First.. ever? He doesn't understand, there is no reason for Wei Ying to lie to him about this, but that doesn't make sense at all. For all the talk he has mouthed off with in the past, all the flirting that comes so easily to him, surely... ]
...But you flirt, nonchalantly. Have done, since youth. Used to always speak of the beautiful girls of Yunmeng.
[ Always made it sound as though they gave you more than mere smiles and compliments.]
Then later, in Yiling..
[ And okay, perhaps the stories of virgin sacrifices being rounded up in droves to be part of the Yiling Patriarch's harem to feed his insatiable appetite were some of the more ridiculous and non-believable rumours to surround him at that time, but he and Wen Qing were... close... right? Surely.. ]
[ Surely not. Wei Wuxian shakes his head at Lan Wangji's reply, about his flirting, about Yiling. He gives a slightly wan smile in response. ]
Nope. Never. I flirted a lot as a teenager but I was a sentimental guy, I wanted it to be someone special so I saved it. Then everything just... kind of fell apart. After what happened at Lotus Pier. I never had the chance.
And Yiling? Geez, that was even worse! I was wearing rags and sleeping on a nest of blankets in a grimy ol cave. There was never going to be any kissing happening there.
[ He doesn't even think of Wen Qing because it's just — no. She was like a sister to him. A sister.
His arms move then, sliding up to curl around Lan Wangji's neck, hands hanging behind him, one wrist crossed over the other. ]
[ As Wei Wuxian rests against him he finds his arms settling around his waist, a natural reaction as he concentrates instead on the words that he is hearing, a troubled expression stuck on his face.
He knows that he should be happy, to know that Wei Ying hasn't been going around kissing anyone at all, never mind anything more than that. Should be celebrating the knowledge, pleased that the person to get his very first kiss was him, but instead that strong of words keep replaying in his mind, over and over:
"I wanted it to be someone special, so I saved it."
But ultimately that isn't what happened, is it? It is less about who he kissed even if it were himself, but more that they ended up doing to please the scrutinizing words of a group of people who could be described as necessary acquaintances at best. ]
Wei Ying, I apologize. [ Lan Wangji hates to say it, feels that such words have no meaning between the two fo them who share in everything together, but in this case they feel necessary. ]
You wished to save it for a special time, and instead were coerced into giving it up.
[ The apology shocks Wei Wuxian, initially, but then after thinking about it for a longer moment — he shouldn't be surprised at all. Lan Wangji is a man of propriety and Wei Wuxian did just say he was saving his first kiss for a special time, yes, so of course Lan Wangji wouldn't realize that for Wei Wuxian, if it was to kiss Lan Wangji, he was happy to give up his first kiss. Only to him. Only ever to him.
God, it's so complicated to be in love with your husband and he doesn't even know.
So, Wei Wuxian gives a shake of his head and tries to figure out how to explain this to make it better. ]
You don't have to apologize. I know what I was doing.
[ How to ... say that he only wants to kiss Lan Wangji without actually saying that? Hm. ]
If... I have to kiss anyone... [ . . . ] Lan Zhan, I—
[ His eyebrows furrow and he looks away from him, trying to think. He's stumped, because he really doesn't know how to say this without it sound romantic. While still sounding platonic. He's not ready to share his feelings but... he just... agh. ]
[ He can tell that Wei Wuxian is struggling to put his thoughts into words. At least he doesn't seem too upset over it, and with what he has managed to say it doesn't seem that any confusion is directed at Lan Wangji himself. He doesn't know what he would do if Wei Ying were laugh it off as if it were nothing, or to actually complain about a ruined first kiss, and he honestly isn't sure which out of the two would be worse.
Lan Wangji was perfectly happy to not say a word other than neccessary, to keep his own feelings hidden and unknown. But to see his husband ( husband! ) continue to struggle to explain, he is overcome with the urge to help, to ease that pain and share his own thoughts. He raises a hand to settle upon Wei Wuxian's arm, giving it a light squeeze to gain his attention before he speaks, tentatively, hesitantly. ]
This.. was also my first.
[ He may as well be truthful about it, right? But until with Wei Ying, he does not think this will come as a surprise to anyone. ]
I do not regret it.. only that the memories of a first kiss will be forever intertwined with the sound of Sect Leader Yao grating my ears.
[ Let us focus on who is truly at fault here, the reason for any uncomfortableness felt. ]
[ When Lan Wangji settles a hand on his arm, Wei Wuxian looks back up to him, meets his eyes. No, he is not surprised when he hears it was Lan Wangji's first kiss, but he also does feel a twist of guilt at letting Sect Leader Yao bait him, at allowing that kiss to be their first kiss. For both of them. It was a good kiss though and one he would gladly repeat at another time but maybe... without Sect Leader Yao around to bully them into it?
So, he laughs a little at Lan Wangji's joke, smile spreading across his face and softening his features. He looks less nervous now, less flustered, though his cheeks are still pink.
And then when he speaks, it's the first thing that came to his mind and perhaps, not the wisest thing. ]
We should do it again.
[ —Ah? Wait. Shit. ]
I — I mean. As practice? In case this comes up again? And — ah, to make it a better memory.
[ Scrambling slightly to find better justification over suggesting to kiss again other than Wei Wuxian's pure desire just to kiss Lan Wangji all over again. Which, honestly, that's all it is. That's all he really wants. ]
[ Wait. Oh no. That response came far too fast. Despite the calm exterior his mind is still replying the kiss over and over again, committing every last moment of it to memory, so when Wei Wuxian suggests they do it again, of course his mouth says yes before his brain even catches up and realises.
Thankfully though, his beautiful, brilliant Wei Ying has come up with the perfect excuse. ]
If we repeat it now, that could count as the first in its stead. One that is not born out of coercion. Not instigated by outsiders.
[ You cannot replace a first kiss, that is literally the whole point of calling it a first, but if it means kissing Wei Ying again then he is going to try, to rally behind this flimsy excuse in order to align his own selfish with the pretense that it is for their mutual benefit, to make the memory a better one and Yao-free.
He reaches up, takes one of Wei Wuxian's hands into his own and leads them out of the room in a quickened pace, to a nearby room or a balcony, whatever they come across first that can lend them the privacy sought. ]
[ Ah, he isn't sure what he was expecting but he was nervously anticipating some rejection. Just a little bit. Just a dash. But it doesn't come and instead Lan Wangji is telling him yes and the pure relief that fills Wei Wuxian at the commitment makes him relax. It's still an excuse, a flimsy one really, but Lan Wangji seems to agree with the logic — making it a better, clearer memory for them both. One where they did it willingly, not because of Sect Leader Yao or any other burdensome individual.
(Of course, there's the thought of why. Why is it so important for the memory of their first kiss to be a good one? That is something Wei Wuxian is not going to answer.)
When his hand is taken, he slips his fingers between Lan Wangji's and holds on as he's ferried out of the room. There's a few glances their way and his eyes do meet a scowling Jiang Cheng's, which he just responds to with a sheepish grin, before they are out of the room and off to find some sort of privacy.
It's a room nearby, clearly something of a storage space. Probably just used by servants. But the door is unlocked and they are able to slip inside quickly without any disturbances. The room is covered in a thin layer of dust so Wei Wuxian doubts they'll be disturbed anytime soon and thus it is perfect for what they need. To return to their bedroom would take too long, be too much of a trip, lose the window of time to call this kiss a first, so this works for their needs.
The moment Lan Wangji turns to face him, the moment the door is closed and they are alone, Wei Wuxian pulls his hand free so he can wrap his arms around Lan Wangji's neck and surge forward to kiss him. He wastes no time in getting his mouth against his husband's, pressing lips against lips and moving them against his as he finds the perfect rhythm again, getting to that space that they were before they were interrupted by Sect Leader Yao.
Warm breath exchanged, heart hammering in his chest, Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and sinks into the kiss. It's still so new, so fresh, and a little more chaste because of inexperience, but it's still a kiss and Wei Wuxian is so, so, so happy to receive it. ]
[ Lan Wangji closes the door behind them as he swallows thickly, his throat dry and heartbeat kicking up a storm within his chest as he anticipates what is to come. A re-do of their first kiss— that's all this is— it makes sense when explained logically.
( Does it though? Part of him cannot believe Wei Ying even agreed to it, this thinly veiled excuse being paraded about just so he can feel those soft lips against his once more. )
He has a plan. A kiss, just one, he tells himself as he moves to turn around. One to replace the first, similar in length. A kiss that is chaste and sweet and nothing else, for no matter how much he longs for anything but, to kiss Wei Ying until he is a breathless mess, to taste his mouth with his tongue as his hands grasp their way over warmed skin, he can't, cannot let his true feelings be known for ruining this— their friendship, their marriage, everything— entirely.
Lan Wangji lets out a noise of muffled shock as he makes those final steps to face Wei Ying, only to be accosted by him, to have arms wrapped around him and lips against his own. He had a plan? What plan? It is too easy, too natural as his eyes flutter closed once more and his arms move on their own to wrap around Wei Wuxian's back, lightly at first but soon moving to a tight embrace as he sighs into the kiss, Any thought of a singular, chaste thing dispersed as he tilts his head, parts his lips, anything that can help him feel it even more. ]
[ Wei Wuxian does not have a plan for this. He does not know whether to keep the kiss light and chaste or devour Lan Wangji fully. He does not have an explanation for any of this beyond a flimsy excuse of practice and making a good memory. The boundary between them and the truth of his feelings is so thin right now, easy to be popped, so close to being shown just how pathetically in love with his husband he is. But even with the risk of all this, he can't bear to pull away from Lan Wangji.
So, they kiss. A soft sigh pressed into his mouth, head tilted, kiss deepened. He feels Lan Wangji part his lips and his own do the same, tentative as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth and touch against Lan Wangji's. A shiver runs through him as the kiss deepens. As they make out, right here in this little room. His arms tighten around Lan Wangji's neck and the kiss grows a little hotter, wetter.
Tongues move against each other, hot breath exchanged, eyes closed. It all feels so good. Wei Wuxian can't even help it as he lets out the softest moan into the kiss, the pleasure building inside of him as he gets to kiss his soulmate finally, finally, finally. He feels like he might melt with how good it feels, to kiss Lan Wangji of all people, to finally have something he's dreamed of for ages.
So, yeah, there is no pulling back. No breaking the kiss. No slowing down. He kisses Lan Wangji with everything he's got, pouring just how much he wants him into it, until he's lost in the haze and nothing exists beyond their point of connection, lips to lips. ]
[ Short and stuttered breaths intertwine as they come up for air, only to delve back in. It's perfect, everything is perfect. As the kiss continues on the hesitation and markings of inexperience ebb away, both of them adept learners after all, and Lan Wangji can only revel in it, exploring the wet heat of Wei Wuxian's mouth and the taste of his tongue with his own, the slight sounds of agreement he makes and the curling of his fingertips against his skin overwhelming his senses.
Suddenly not even this feels enough, he needs to be closer and to feel more and with a firm grip placed on Wei Wuxian's hips he is spinning them around, not breaking the kiss as he backs his husband against the door, doesn't stop stepping forward until he cannot possibly be any closer, leaning against the other man with his taller, larger frame as hands come up to hold Wei Wuxian's head, trapping him there as he kisses intensely. ]
Well, if anything it tells him that Lan Wangji is enjoying this as much as he is. This kiss is perfect, the taste of him is perfect, Wei Wuxian can't help the tiny little pleading noises that spill from his throat as he's kissed and kissed and kissed some more. His arms clutch Lan Wangji tighter, fingers clutching the back of his robes, his shoulder as he lets Lan Wangji absolutely devour him.
Then he's being turned, being pushed up against the door and the full length of Lan Wangji's body is against his own. The pleading noises turn to a full on moan into Lan Wangji's mouth and he doesn't even hesitate before hooking a leg around Lan Wangji's waist and dragging him in closer, between his spread legs. Chest to chest, hips to hips, they're absolutely consuming each other and this is all Wei Wuxian wanted. All he wanted.
Eventually the kiss does break, Wei Wuxian's need for air too great. His lips are red and kiss swollen, his face flushed, his eyes closed. Voice sounding absolutely wrecked, he mumbles out — ]
Lan Zhan.
[ Just the most pleased tone of Lan Wangji's name before he drags him back in for more kissing. Deep, wanton, a little desperate. He kisses him like he wants nothing more in the world than to kiss him, for as long as humanly possible. ]
[ Oh this is wonderful, they should do this forever. They are married after all, both making it quite clear they do not intend to pursue any other despite their... unique... arrangement, so... would it be a bad thing? If they kissed now and then? Wei Ying might not love him in the same way but there is affection there, and as this make-out session is proving he seems to enjoy being kissed so... perhaps, they could?
And then there is the slightest bit of friction to their movements and his body chases after it, hips rocking forward to bring their bodies together and that is when he breaks away, wide-eyed and hovering barely an inch from Wei Wuxian's face as he realises that they are beginning to take this a little too far. ]
Wei Ying, I—
[ His mouth hangs open for a moment, then promptly clamping shut. He.. what? What can he say? Instead he waits for his Wei Ying to speak, searching his eyes for a hint to what his husband must be thinking, then letting his gaze drop to those reddened, puffy lips... ]
[ Would it be so bad? Hilariously enough, Wei Wuxian's thoughts are circling the same theme. They're married, they're not going to ever be with anyone else, so... why not? Why not kiss once in a while? It's healthy, right? To do these sort of things and while Wei Wuxian wasn't sure of Lan Wangji's ability to have urges like this before, this kiss has promptly shown him that Lan Wangji isn't a eunuch.
Especially when their hips come together and the arousal he's beginning to sport drags against Lan Wangji's own. That pulls a groan from deep inside of him, never having been touched like this before and not wanting to stop now that he's started. He's only ever masturbated and while he enjoys doing that, his thoughts immediately fill with the idea of what else they could be doing and oh, that's a dangerous road to follow.
Lan Wangji pulls away from him, looking wide-eyed and flustered, so close to his face. He's clearly at a loss for words and needs some sort of direction and Wei Wuxian wants to laugh because what the hell, he doesn't know what they're doing either. But a part of him... ]
Hanguang-Jun. [ Direct, authoritative. ] You're a married man.
[ A pause and then — ]
Kiss your wife.
[ And he isn't going to wait for Lan Wangji to initiate the kiss again before his hands drag Lan Wangji back in, his face surging forward to latch their lips against each other again. They can... think about consequences later. About what this means. Make up an excuse to do it more. He doesn't know about feelings, about what this means for what's between them, he's still pretty sure they're just... friends, just soulmates. But they both clearly want to kiss each other some more and what's so wrong with a married couple kissing?
[ You know what, he is a married man. And what are all good married men supposed to do? Take their spouses wants and needs into consideration.
Wei Ying requests— no, directs— that he be kissed again and Lan Wangji doesn't think twice about opposing it, a soft look taking over his features as he dips his head back down to take his husband's lips in his once more. Better not to think of the consequences that will come over, it is fine, this is all fine. Probably.
So they kiss, and they kiss, and soon enough his hands begin to wander. Tracing over the delicate features of his neck, feeling Wei Ying's heartbeat hammering while over a pulse point. Letting his hand roam down over smooth, slim but toned arms before once again settling on his waist, gripping his hip bone and he attempts to pull the other man even closer, letting their bodies be properly flush against each other once more because it really did feel good. Then, he becomes a little braver, more daring, breaking off from the kiss for need of air but instead letting his lips cross to the corner of Wei Ying's mouth, giving it a light kiss before his own moves down across his jaw, running kisses over it in the same places his fingers had just been. ]
[ The consequences. Yeah, there will be consequences, they'll have to think about this, what it means for them, what they're looking to get out of it. Just because they're kissing doesn't mean that Lan Wangji's feelings for him are anything more than something you feel for a friend, a soulmate. This is different, this is bodily desire, not romantic intent.
Hands drag over his body, making him shiver. Lan Wangji has touched him plenty of times but never like this and suddenly, Wei Wuxian doesn't know why he hasn't. It feels much too good. The leg hooked around Lan Wangji's waist tightens as he pulls their hips flush together. He can feel it, their shared arousal, and he doesn't mind it at all, he thinks.
He's not expecting the kiss to break, panting softly and eyes opening as it does and then Lan Wangji's mouth is on the corner of his, on his jaw, down to his throat and Wei Wuxian makes a helpless, whimpering noise of want. Oh, no one's ever kissed his throat before either, this is so... so nice. His hands move from clutching Lan Wangji's shoulders, one resting against the back of his head to almost... keep Lan Wangji there, right there. The other curls fingers into the front of his robes, just holding onto him.
Unable to stop himself, he babbles just a bit — ]
Mm, yeah... ah... ha... Lan Zhan, your mouth feels so good...
[ It comes as a pleasant surprise once he realises that Wei Wuxian really isn't intending to stop him at all, letting his mouth roam free to explore and to taste, letting him do as he pleases.
Of course though the babbling soon starts, and Lan Wangji upon hearing it, is well aware of what such words could imply were any nosy sect leader to stand beside the door and listen out for nefarious gossip, thinks to himself he needs to put an end to it, and in the moment there is only one such way of doing so.
His head rises as he drives another kiss into Wei Wuxian's mouth, assertive , claiming, his bottom lip threated with the hint of teeth as he hisses against it. ]
—Shameless!
[ says the guy feeling him up and making out with him in a storage room...]
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"Conjugal relations are for the eyes of spouses only" —something to that effect, implying that not only do they kiss but his husband is frequently bedded, what would the onlookers say to that?
He intends to say it and pull Wei ying from the crowds if this continues any longer, but he then realises with a startling horror that his husband was never one to shy away from an argument, would do anything to prove his point right if he thinks it neccessary, is bowing up in response just as much and now he is being asked to.. kiss him...? In front of a crowd of clearly-invested people? Ah.]
Wei Ying?
[ He says nothing else, only stares Wei Wuxian in the eyes intently as if to ask what he is doing, or to say something different. But it doesn't come, instead his talkative spouse isn't even looking at him properly as he waits, and as Lan Wangji looks around, sees the row of faces starting back at them now whispering to themselves as they can spot his hesitation, he knows there is nothing else to be done.
So he reaches out, tilts Wei Wuxian's chin up with a light touch of his own hand, and presses their lips together in a firm yet very, very chaste kiss. That should be enough, right? ]
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But it's not like that at all!! He loves him, he loves him so much and sure he hasn't... told him... the extent of how much he loves him but that's not anyone's business, is it? But this, right now, the dilemma they're stuck in where everyone is waiting to see them kiss like a real married couple... that's something they can't really avoid, is it?
Though maybe he should've let Lan Wangji talk before insisting he kiss him. Hm.
Either way, Lan Wangji's hand reaches out and takes his chin, and then leans in and they — they kiss. It's a chaste kiss, barely a press of lips to lips, and he can already hear some disappointed murmuring from the onlookers. No, no, they're in love! They're in love!!
So, Wei Wuxian reaches a hand up to curl against the back of Lan Wangji's neck and presses in, making the kiss firmer, deeper. It's a little clumsy on his end because he has... no idea what he's doing, but their lips are moving against each other and he tilts his head to the side, breathing in the scent of sandalwood as he kisses Lan Wangji with a lot more earnestness. Kiss him back, kiss him back, kiss him back! ]
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But he finds he cannot move, for as soon as their lips part Wei Ying has slipped a hand around his neck to pull him in, back for another kiss. Now Lan Wangji considers the predicament he has found himself in. It isn't that he has a dislike for kissing his husband, the problem lies in the opposite and how much he wants it, which is why he has done such a good job of making sure his actions do not toe over the invisible line separating them, but now Wei Ying's mouth is on his once more, and he can feel its warmth, feel the sigh he lets out against his lips, and surely he has no way of backing out now, for if he rejects this kiss neither of them are going to hear the end of it from the crowd, no doubt overjoyed that it somehow means they foiled the two of them and their great deception before the clans.
So he does the only thing he can— continues to have Wei Wuxian's jaw resting against his hand as the other slips around his waist, holding him closer as he tilts his own head down a little too, making it feel more comfortable and natural as he responds with less hesitancy, kisses back a little more eagerly, letting his eyelids flutter closed as whatever complaints or sounds of surprise coming from the onlookers begin to faze out, his senses only picking up the sound of Wei Ying, the feel of Wei Ying, the taste of Wei Ying... oh this is bad. ]
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Oh, this is wonderful. Oh, this is terrible. He didn't know what he was missing before now, was content to go around unkissed and with virgin lips but now that he's kissed Lan Wangji just the once, he wants to kiss him much, much more. He's always wanted to kiss him on some level, his affection and attraction to him too high to ignore but again — you can't miss what you've never had, so he didn't pursue it. Now, what is he going to do? When he looks at those perfect lips and know how soft they feel against his own?
But he also knows this can't last long and no matter how badly he wants to know the taste of Lan Wangji's tongue against his own, he can't deepen the kiss that far. Yet he doesn't want to pull away, doesn't want to stop... ahhh... his thoughts scramble as he tries to focus on one action.
Of course, then Sect Leader Yao's voice bursts through with a flustered —
Okay! That's enough! We all get it!
And Wei Wuxian blinks, pulling away from the kiss. He looks back at Lan Wangji, grey eyes meeting golden, before his cheeks pink and he just... drops his face to Lan Wangji's shoulder, tucking in against his throat. He plays the part of the flustered, coquettish husband for a moment which is... not too far from the truth at all. ]
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—and then there is the sound of that irritating man ringing in his ears once again and Wei Wuxian pulls back from the kiss and— ah, right. Crap. For a moment he simply freezes, wondering if he went too far and they are about to have a serious talk about it, but instead all that happens is Wei Ying lays his head against him, and this is fine, he can work with this. He brings an arm up to settle around his husband's back ever so lightly, turning his focus to the crowd still stood there gawking at them, and one man in particular: ]
You declare it 'enough', but are you not the one who demanded we provide evidence?
[ Still giving Sect Leader Yao one of his tried and tested intimidating stares, he shares it with the rest of the crowd before addressing them rather simply:]
Leave us.
[ After some more blustering and stammered acknowledgements, the crowd of cultivators being to disperse, some gathering in pairs or small groups to discuss what they saw, while some opt for vacating the entire area in its entirety.
After a minute, when the rest of the room have given the couple a wide berth, he offers a little tap to Wei Wuxian's shoulder. ]
Wei Ying. They are gone.
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He's really grateful that Lan Wangji scares away the crowd, leaves them in relative privacy now in this corner of the dining hall while the other cultivators go off to indulge in gossip and more alcohol. He also feels flustered, knowing that somewhere in that mess of people, Jiang Cheng probably saw them and lord knows he'll get an earful about propriety when Lan Wangji isn't around to hear it. Kissing in front of all of the cultivation world, just like that...!
When he pulls his head back from Lan Wangji's neck, his cheeks are pink and he can't quite look Lan Wangji in the eye. Still, his fingers curl in the front of his robes and he steps close, stays right in his orbit, doesn't shake those arms off him even a little. He likes it like this, just like this. ]
Uhm.
[ A pause, he ducks his head, feeling shy. ]
That — [ A little more quietly, just for Lan Wangji's ears: ] That was my first kiss. It wasn't bad, was it?
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Since Wei Ying was the one to request it, to initiate it, Lan Wangji waits for a reaction, for words, something which will let him know how to proceed here, but what he does end up hearing puts a halt to that train of thought immediately because wait... what? ]
Your... first?
[ His brow furrows, and he looks straight up confused until... ]
..Ah. In this life, you mean.
[ Alright, that makes more sense. If Wei Ying was seeing someone, had been kissing people, he is certain that (regrettably) he would have been told all about it. ]
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So, there's a bubbled up cry of — ]
Nooooooo.
[ Fingers tightening in their grip on Lan Wangji, rocking on his feet more into his space. He shakes his head vehemently for a moment before looking up at Lan Wangji with pleading eyes. ]
First ever. I've never kissed anyone before. [ He laughs, a little awkward, a little shy. ] I died unkissed and untouched. How sad is that?
[ And now here he is in his new body, but... he's been kissed now. He's felt it for the first time ever and his lips still tingle with the phantom sensation. His eyes drop down to Lan Wangji's mouth before he looks away, cheeks still pink. His first kiss, his first kiss, his first kiss...! ]
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...But you flirt, nonchalantly. Have done, since youth. Used to always speak of the beautiful girls of Yunmeng.
[ Always made it sound as though they gave you more than mere smiles and compliments.]
Then later, in Yiling..
[ And okay, perhaps the stories of virgin sacrifices being rounded up in droves to be part of the Yiling Patriarch's harem to feed his insatiable appetite were some of the more ridiculous and non-believable rumours to surround him at that time, but he and Wen Qing were... close... right? Surely.. ]
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Nope. Never. I flirted a lot as a teenager but I was a sentimental guy, I wanted it to be someone special so I saved it. Then everything just... kind of fell apart. After what happened at Lotus Pier. I never had the chance.
And Yiling? Geez, that was even worse! I was wearing rags and sleeping on a nest of blankets in a grimy ol cave. There was never going to be any kissing happening there.
[ He doesn't even think of Wen Qing because it's just — no. She was like a sister to him. A sister.
His arms move then, sliding up to curl around Lan Wangji's neck, hands hanging behind him, one wrist crossed over the other. ]
So, yeah. It just never happened.
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He knows that he should be happy, to know that Wei Ying hasn't been going around kissing anyone at all, never mind anything more than that. Should be celebrating the knowledge, pleased that the person to get his very first kiss was him, but instead that strong of words keep replaying in his mind, over and over:
"I wanted it to be someone special, so I saved it."
But ultimately that isn't what happened, is it? It is less about who he kissed even if it were himself, but more that they ended up doing to please the scrutinizing words of a group of people who could be described as necessary acquaintances at best. ]
Wei Ying, I apologize. [ Lan Wangji hates to say it, feels that such words have no meaning between the two fo them who share in everything together, but in this case they feel necessary. ]
You wished to save it for a special time, and instead were coerced into giving it up.
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God, it's so complicated to be in love with your husband and he doesn't even know.
So, Wei Wuxian gives a shake of his head and tries to figure out how to explain this to make it better. ]
You don't have to apologize. I know what I was doing.
[ How to ... say that he only wants to kiss Lan Wangji without actually saying that? Hm. ]
If... I have to kiss anyone... [ . . . ] Lan Zhan, I—
[ His eyebrows furrow and he looks away from him, trying to think. He's stumped, because he really doesn't know how to say this without it sound romantic. While still sounding platonic. He's not ready to share his feelings but... he just... agh. ]
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Lan Wangji was perfectly happy to not say a word other than neccessary, to keep his own feelings hidden and unknown. But to see his husband ( husband! ) continue to struggle to explain, he is overcome with the urge to help, to ease that pain and share his own thoughts. He raises a hand to settle upon Wei Wuxian's arm, giving it a light squeeze to gain his attention before he speaks, tentatively, hesitantly. ]
This.. was also my first.
[ He may as well be truthful about it, right? But until with Wei Ying, he does not think this will come as a surprise to anyone. ]
I do not regret it.. only that the memories of a first kiss will be forever intertwined with the sound of Sect Leader Yao grating my ears.
[ Let us focus on who is truly at fault here, the reason for any uncomfortableness felt. ]
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So, he laughs a little at Lan Wangji's joke, smile spreading across his face and softening his features. He looks less nervous now, less flustered, though his cheeks are still pink.
And then when he speaks, it's the first thing that came to his mind and perhaps, not the wisest thing. ]
We should do it again.
[ —Ah? Wait. Shit. ]
I — I mean. As practice? In case this comes up again? And — ah, to make it a better memory.
[ Scrambling slightly to find better justification over suggesting to kiss again other than Wei Wuxian's pure desire just to kiss Lan Wangji all over again. Which, honestly, that's all it is. That's all he really wants. ]
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[ Wait. Oh no. That response came far too fast. Despite the calm exterior his mind is still replying the kiss over and over again, committing every last moment of it to memory, so when Wei Wuxian suggests they do it again, of course his mouth says yes before his brain even catches up and realises.
Thankfully though, his beautiful, brilliant Wei Ying has come up with the perfect excuse. ]
If we repeat it now, that could count as the first in its stead. One that is not born out of coercion. Not instigated by outsiders.
[ You cannot replace a first kiss, that is literally the whole point of calling it a first, but if it means kissing Wei Ying again then he is going to try, to rally behind this flimsy excuse in order to align his own selfish with the pretense that it is for their mutual benefit, to make the memory a better one and Yao-free.
He reaches up, takes one of Wei Wuxian's hands into his own and leads them out of the room in a quickened pace, to a nearby room or a balcony, whatever they come across first that can lend them the privacy sought. ]
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(Of course, there's the thought of why. Why is it so important for the memory of their first kiss to be a good one? That is something Wei Wuxian is not going to answer.)
When his hand is taken, he slips his fingers between Lan Wangji's and holds on as he's ferried out of the room. There's a few glances their way and his eyes do meet a scowling Jiang Cheng's, which he just responds to with a sheepish grin, before they are out of the room and off to find some sort of privacy.
It's a room nearby, clearly something of a storage space. Probably just used by servants. But the door is unlocked and they are able to slip inside quickly without any disturbances. The room is covered in a thin layer of dust so Wei Wuxian doubts they'll be disturbed anytime soon and thus it is perfect for what they need. To return to their bedroom would take too long, be too much of a trip, lose the window of time to call this kiss a first, so this works for their needs.
The moment Lan Wangji turns to face him, the moment the door is closed and they are alone, Wei Wuxian pulls his hand free so he can wrap his arms around Lan Wangji's neck and surge forward to kiss him. He wastes no time in getting his mouth against his husband's, pressing lips against lips and moving them against his as he finds the perfect rhythm again, getting to that space that they were before they were interrupted by Sect Leader Yao.
Warm breath exchanged, heart hammering in his chest, Wei Wuxian closes his eyes and sinks into the kiss. It's still so new, so fresh, and a little more chaste because of inexperience, but it's still a kiss and Wei Wuxian is so, so, so happy to receive it. ]
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( Does it though? Part of him cannot believe Wei Ying even agreed to it, this thinly veiled excuse being paraded about just so he can feel those soft lips against his once more. )
He has a plan. A kiss, just one, he tells himself as he moves to turn around. One to replace the first, similar in length. A kiss that is chaste and sweet and nothing else, for no matter how much he longs for anything but, to kiss Wei Ying until he is a breathless mess, to taste his mouth with his tongue as his hands grasp their way over warmed skin, he can't, cannot let his true feelings be known for ruining this— their friendship, their marriage, everything— entirely.
Lan Wangji lets out a noise of muffled shock as he makes those final steps to face Wei Ying, only to be accosted by him, to have arms wrapped around him and lips against his own. He had a plan? What plan? It is too easy, too natural as his eyes flutter closed once more and his arms move on their own to wrap around Wei Wuxian's back, lightly at first but soon moving to a tight embrace as he sighs into the kiss, Any thought of a singular, chaste thing dispersed as he tilts his head, parts his lips, anything that can help him feel it even more. ]
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So, they kiss. A soft sigh pressed into his mouth, head tilted, kiss deepened. He feels Lan Wangji part his lips and his own do the same, tentative as he lets his tongue slide out of his mouth and touch against Lan Wangji's. A shiver runs through him as the kiss deepens. As they make out, right here in this little room. His arms tighten around Lan Wangji's neck and the kiss grows a little hotter, wetter.
Tongues move against each other, hot breath exchanged, eyes closed. It all feels so good. Wei Wuxian can't even help it as he lets out the softest moan into the kiss, the pleasure building inside of him as he gets to kiss his soulmate finally, finally, finally. He feels like he might melt with how good it feels, to kiss Lan Wangji of all people, to finally have something he's dreamed of for ages.
So, yeah, there is no pulling back. No breaking the kiss. No slowing down. He kisses Lan Wangji with everything he's got, pouring just how much he wants him into it, until he's lost in the haze and nothing exists beyond their point of connection, lips to lips. ]
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Suddenly not even this feels enough, he needs to be closer and to feel more and with a firm grip placed on Wei Wuxian's hips he is spinning them around, not breaking the kiss as he backs his husband against the door, doesn't stop stepping forward until he cannot possibly be any closer, leaning against the other man with his taller, larger frame as hands come up to hold Wei Wuxian's head, trapping him there as he kisses intensely. ]
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Well, if anything it tells him that Lan Wangji is enjoying this as much as he is. This kiss is perfect, the taste of him is perfect, Wei Wuxian can't help the tiny little pleading noises that spill from his throat as he's kissed and kissed and kissed some more. His arms clutch Lan Wangji tighter, fingers clutching the back of his robes, his shoulder as he lets Lan Wangji absolutely devour him.
Then he's being turned, being pushed up against the door and the full length of Lan Wangji's body is against his own. The pleading noises turn to a full on moan into Lan Wangji's mouth and he doesn't even hesitate before hooking a leg around Lan Wangji's waist and dragging him in closer, between his spread legs. Chest to chest, hips to hips, they're absolutely consuming each other and this is all Wei Wuxian wanted. All he wanted.
Eventually the kiss does break, Wei Wuxian's need for air too great. His lips are red and kiss swollen, his face flushed, his eyes closed. Voice sounding absolutely wrecked, he mumbles out — ]
Lan Zhan.
[ Just the most pleased tone of Lan Wangji's name before he drags him back in for more kissing. Deep, wanton, a little desperate. He kisses him like he wants nothing more in the world than to kiss him, for as long as humanly possible. ]
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And then there is the slightest bit of friction to their movements and his body chases after it, hips rocking forward to bring their bodies together and that is when he breaks away, wide-eyed and hovering barely an inch from Wei Wuxian's face as he realises that they are beginning to take this a little too far. ]
Wei Ying, I—
[ His mouth hangs open for a moment, then promptly clamping shut. He.. what? What can he say? Instead he waits for his Wei Ying to speak, searching his eyes for a hint to what his husband must be thinking, then letting his gaze drop to those reddened, puffy lips... ]
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Especially when their hips come together and the arousal he's beginning to sport drags against Lan Wangji's own. That pulls a groan from deep inside of him, never having been touched like this before and not wanting to stop now that he's started. He's only ever masturbated and while he enjoys doing that, his thoughts immediately fill with the idea of what else they could be doing and oh, that's a dangerous road to follow.
Lan Wangji pulls away from him, looking wide-eyed and flustered, so close to his face. He's clearly at a loss for words and needs some sort of direction and Wei Wuxian wants to laugh because what the hell, he doesn't know what they're doing either. But a part of him... ]
Hanguang-Jun. [ Direct, authoritative. ] You're a married man.
[ A pause and then — ]
Kiss your wife.
[ And he isn't going to wait for Lan Wangji to initiate the kiss again before his hands drag Lan Wangji back in, his face surging forward to latch their lips against each other again. They can... think about consequences later. About what this means. Make up an excuse to do it more. He doesn't know about feelings, about what this means for what's between them, he's still pretty sure they're just... friends, just soulmates. But they both clearly want to kiss each other some more and what's so wrong with a married couple kissing?
... Or more.
Oh god, don't think about the more, Wei Wuxian. ]
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Wei Ying requests— no, directs— that he be kissed again and Lan Wangji doesn't think twice about opposing it, a soft look taking over his features as he dips his head back down to take his husband's lips in his once more. Better not to think of the consequences that will come over, it is fine, this is all fine. Probably.
So they kiss, and they kiss, and soon enough his hands begin to wander. Tracing over the delicate features of his neck, feeling Wei Ying's heartbeat hammering while over a pulse point. Letting his hand roam down over smooth, slim but toned arms before once again settling on his waist, gripping his hip bone and he attempts to pull the other man even closer, letting their bodies be properly flush against each other once more because it really did feel good. Then, he becomes a little braver, more daring, breaking off from the kiss for need of air but instead letting his lips cross to the corner of Wei Ying's mouth, giving it a light kiss before his own moves down across his jaw, running kisses over it in the same places his fingers had just been. ]
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Hands drag over his body, making him shiver. Lan Wangji has touched him plenty of times but never like this and suddenly, Wei Wuxian doesn't know why he hasn't. It feels much too good. The leg hooked around Lan Wangji's waist tightens as he pulls their hips flush together. He can feel it, their shared arousal, and he doesn't mind it at all, he thinks.
He's not expecting the kiss to break, panting softly and eyes opening as it does and then Lan Wangji's mouth is on the corner of his, on his jaw, down to his throat and Wei Wuxian makes a helpless, whimpering noise of want. Oh, no one's ever kissed his throat before either, this is so... so nice. His hands move from clutching Lan Wangji's shoulders, one resting against the back of his head to almost... keep Lan Wangji there, right there. The other curls fingers into the front of his robes, just holding onto him.
Unable to stop himself, he babbles just a bit — ]
Mm, yeah... ah... ha... Lan Zhan, your mouth feels so good...
[ Let's hope no one is listening at the door. ]
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Of course though the babbling soon starts, and Lan Wangji upon hearing it, is well aware of what such words could imply were any nosy sect leader to stand beside the door and listen out for nefarious gossip, thinks to himself he needs to put an end to it, and in the moment there is only one such way of doing so.
His head rises as he drives another kiss into Wei Wuxian's mouth, assertive , claiming, his bottom lip threated with the hint of teeth as he hisses against it. ]
—Shameless!
[ says the guy feeling him up and making out with him in a storage room...]
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