”Lan Zhan!”
His husband is terrible. Absolutely terrible. It’s almost like he doesn’t believe Wei Wuxian is fine! Admittedly, he has a history of covering up his hurts and maybe he hasn’t always been completely honest about his injuries but, really?
Wei Wuxian tries and fails to suppress a shiver when Lan Zhan presses a kiss on the nape of his neck.
”Do we really have to do this again?” Wei Wuxian whines, simultaneously tilting his head to give Lan Zhan better access.
A pause. Then, ”Yes,” Lan Zhan says into his skin, the low purr of his voice reverberating against Wei Wuxian’s neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
”But—”
His protestations die in a small, breathy squeak when Lan Zhan bites at the soft skin just under his jaw. There’s something inherently dangerous (and exciting) in leaving his throat bare like that, having someone’s teeth on him, feeling the held-back power behind the teasing twinge of pain that instantly bleeds into blooming warmth.
”Yes?”
Amusement! That’s amusement in Lan Zhan’s voice! How rude! Wei Wuxian opens his mouth to give his husband the retort he deserves but is derailed when Lan Zhan’s devious (lovely) hands slip under his robe and slowly slide it off his shoulders, exposing his skin to the cool night air.
He hisses when Lan Zhan gently probes the shoulder he smacked against the tree earlier that day when the yao tossed him aside. It hurts and will be stiff tomorrow despite the healing qi Lan Zhan applied only a moment after he’d dispatched the yao with extreme prejudice.
Lan Zhan presses a kiss in the middle of his shoulder blades as an apology and continues to trail down, his hands holding on to Wei Wuxian’s hips with just slightly more force than probably necessary. But they both like it that way—especially after Wei Wuxian has been hurt, no matter how small the injury. His Lan Zhan likes to press his claim on his skin and Wei Wuxian…well, he’s always into Lan Zhan’s claim.
Like now.
He’s been hard since the bite on his throat, a low, simmering heat in his gut making his head swim and his cock throb. ”Lan Zhaaan…” he whines and tries to wiggle against his husband’s hold, to no avail. Lan Zhan can be infuriatingly stubborn when he wants to be and sadly, this is one of those times. A kiss on the back of his knee makes him squirm and another on his ankle earns an eye roll.
”Lan Zhan,” he says again. ”Lan Zhan, Lan-er-gege, please?”
”Please what?”
He pushes his lips into a pout and twists slightly to gaze imploringly at Lan Zhan kneeling on the floor. ”Lan-er-gege, show mercy!” he pleads. ”This poor husband is so hard it hurts.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows he fucked up because Lan Zhan pauses, tilts his head, and raises a brow.
”Aiyah, you know what I mean!”
Another brow rises.
”Lan Zhan!”
Lan Zhan lets out a small huff. ”I promised to kiss you where it doesn’t hurt,” he points out. ”And I’m not yet done with my inspection.”
Wei Wuxian presses his hands on his face. ”You are terrible! I’m going to perish and it’s all your fault!”
”Of course. Now, turn.”
Still holding his hands on his face, he turns and lifts his feet to let Lan Zhan remove his pants, shivering as the cool, heavy silk of the Lan robes brushes at his skin. A moment later, Lan Zhan takes his hands in his and presses yet more kisses on the palms of his hands, wrists, and forearms, and it’s absolutely terrible. Wei Wuxian feels his cheeks heat up as Lan Zhan trails kisses on his shoulder—only on the uninjured one—and then moves across his chest with barely-there butterfly pecks.
”Hm,” Lan Zhan says as he stops to rest his cheek on Wei Wuxian’s stomach.
”What?” he asks, proud that his voice sounds almost normal.
”That doesn’t look comfortable,” Lan Zhan murmurs. His breath grazes Wei Wuxian’s cock and it jolts, a pearl of precome trailing down the shaft.
”Well, it isn’t!”
Lan Zhan hums. ”In that case,” he says, and moves down—past Wei Wuxian’s cock and into the crease of his thigh.
Lan Zhan! Such a bully!
It’s going to be a long, torturous night.
(And Wei Wuxian is going to love every moment.)