Lan Zhan goes to a Jin fundraiser for bestie Jin Zixuan. He's bored and he's lonely and he's only there to support his best friend.
He's counting down the minutes until leaving is deemed socially acceptable, when he hears a loud crash in the middle of the room.
One of the servers walked into a column hard enough to knock himself onto the floor. He's bright red, both from the wine he was carrying and from embarrassment.
He's sitting there completely soaked, and trying to clean it up with the little napkins he has.
It's at this point that Lan Zhan decides to help the man…
…and that said man, aka Wei Ying, goes into a panic. Because the super hot man he had been staring at is coming over.
Honestly, he doesn't even know how this happened.
He was just out here, minding his own business. Asking people if they wanted a drink with one of his winning (fake) smiles. Biding his time until the whole event was over and he could go home…and then BAM.
He's taking on a pillar.
And he SWEARS the column wasn't there a minute ago!!! And now he's covered in wet stuff! And now the really hot guy is COMING OVER TO HIM...and he just wishes the ground would open up and swallow him.
"Are you alright?"
"Ah…ha…yeah…Thanks. Nothing worse than a ruined shirt and a bruised ego. I hope you didn't want any of this because I'm fresh out of wine."
Hot man looks at him for a long moment then reaches into his front pocket to remove a pocket square, wiping some of the spilled liquid of Wei Ying's cheek.
"I suppose it's fortunate I don't drink."
"Really? Nothing? But how am I supposed to make up ruining your pocket square?"
Hot man hums thoughtfully to himself, then says, "You could make it up to me with tea."
In Lan Zhan's mind. He thinks he just asked Wei Ying out for tea.
In Wei Ying's mind, Lan Zhan just asked him for a cup of tea.
And I just think it would be funny if Wei Ying spent the rest of the night looking for tea for Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan still trying to get Wei Ying's number so they can coordinate after the event.
POV: You're Lan Wangji away on a night hunt with your new husband. You left him alone in bed to bring up breakfast, and when you return, this is the sight you're greeted with.
“Come to Lotus Pier,” the last letter had said. “It’s beautiful in the summer - you can’t beat the views! And the water, Lan Zhan! It's so nice! I'd love to show you around! What do you think?” Lan Wangji thought he wanted to come. Had wanted to for years…So this time, he said yes. He tucked the letter into his robes, kept it near his heart, and smiled internally all the way to Lotus Pier.
Lan Wangji had been in love with Wei Wuxian for years now. If he could think properly, he would have been able to name the exact number of days, minutes, hours, seconds...But as it were, he was too captivated by a shimmering drop of water kissing the base of Wei Wuxian's nipple to think properly.
What he could (vaguely, mind you) remember were the countless letters they had exchanged over the years. How they had slowly become more flirtatious in nature - or so he hoped. How this hadn't been the first time Wei Wuxian had asked him to come. Wei Wuxian had begged countless times for Lan Wangji to visit until he finally, excitedly, said yes this time.
How every time he saw Wei Wuxian in person at a conference or briefly during a night hunt, his heart would yearn for just a few more minutes. Just a few more seconds with that radiant smile - that effervescent laughter. He was always struck by how Wei Wuxian looked even more beautiful than the last time Lan Wangji had seen him. How he had slowly changed from a thin wiry boy into the broad-shouldered, muscular man splayed out on the bridge before him.
He had known Wei Wuxian had changed over the years - of course he had. It was hard not to notice - it would be akin to ignoring the sun's shine...and in the moments he found himself alone, surrounded by the comforting blanket of darkness...Lan Wangji had allowed himself to imagine. He imagined all the ways Wei Wuxian had changed. What he would look like now, beneath the many layers of fabric and robes. He allowed himself to think of taught muscle rippling under tan skin. Heated whispers and breathless exclamations as he indulged himself and gave into his desires.
Lan Wangji frequently found himself returning to a favorite scenario where this time, his brother had sent HIM to the cold spring, only to find Wei Wuxian nude within. This was not much different, only it had been JC who had set Lan Wangji upon Wei Wuxian...And Lan Wangji was at a loss as to what to do. He had never dreamed of a real situation wherein he would be looking at Wei Wuxian like this. He had perhaps hoped that one day, maybe...Especially given the flirtatious tone their correspondence had taken over the last year...But this...This was perhaps more than Lan Wangji knew how to handle.
Wei Wuxian released a long, slow breath and moved the hand not pillowed under his wet hair to rest limply across his abdomen. Lan Wangji found himself following the movement with rapt attention...and noticed something that made his hot ears burn bright red.
Wei Wuxian was hard.
Beneath the thin, white pants he wore, Wei Wuxian was hard, and Lan Wangji couldn't look away. Everything was telling him to look away. To turn around and come back later. Their tour through the Yunmeng market could wait. They could have lunch together another time. He needed to...To—
—Wei Wuxian's hand moved further down, his fingertips brushing over his navel, inching towards the band of his pants. Lan Wangji had restraint like no other. He was a disciple of the Gusu Lan. He could recite their rules as easily as he could breathe.
As Wei Wuxian's hand dipped past the band of soaked fabric clinging to his skin, Lan Wangji forgot how to do both.
As if drawn forward by an invisible string, he took a step forward. The ability to speak - to say something - ANYTHING - was completely lost to him. He was utterly captivated "Lan Zhaaan..." Lan Wangji's world began to spin as he found himself falling sideways into the pond below.
The water was shocking and clarifying. It helped shake him out of the trance that had overcome him. He shouldn't be here. Wei Wuxian didn't know that he had been sent here, despite making plans the day prior. He had clearly forgotten. Become distracted. He could have snuck away before, but now...There was no way Wei Wuxian hadn't heard him. There was no way he didn't know he was no longer alone. Lan Wangji hoped he could grow gills. Perhaps become a jiāorén and swim far away from here. In this small, enclosed, inescapable pond.
A pond Wei Wuxian had now jumped into, and was pulling him up by the shoulders in.
Lan Wangji unthinkingly glanced down Wei Wuxian's body and coughed. Wei Wuxian's pants now hung perilously low thanks to the water and his movement - it was only by the will of some greater being that he remained clothed. If one could callthis clothed.
His pants were nearly transparent now, and while they had hid very little before, they hid practically nothing now.
Curse him.
Curse him and his lack of restraint where Wei Wuxian was concerned. He would be plagued by this for years. Both in his nightmares and his fantasies.
"Lan Zhan...Lan Zhan! Are you alright? Aiyo...Did you swallow a lot of water? Here, come sit on the bridge! Catch your breath!"
Didn't Wei Wuxian know that this was impossible with the way he looked? He wanted to push Wei Wuxian down against the bridge and—
"—There, that's better now, hm?" Wei Wuxian smiled brightly, sitting beside him, taking hold of the arm closest to him and rubbing Lan Wangji’s back. The heat of Wei Wuxian's body radiated through Lan Wangji's robes and scorched his skin. "Mm," Lan Wangji agreed, unable to bring himself to meet Wei Wuxian's eye.
"Are you alright, Lan Zhan?"
"Mm," he repeated.
"Ah! Good...I was worried, you know.." Wei Wuxian continued, an air of something unknown - something dangerous coming over him. It prickled at the back of Lan Wangji's neck. "It's very unlike the great Hanguang Jun to fall into the water for no reason...Perhaps," Wei Wuxian mused, "he saw something distracting?"
Lan Wangji felt panic well up in his chest.
Mercy...Would Wei Wuxian show him no mercy? After all they had been through together during their night hunts? The many clan co—
"—Perhaps," Wei Wuxian continued unrelentingly, "he saw something he liked?"
He knew. Wei Wuxianknew …but of course he did. How could he not? There would be no redemption. There would be nothing he could do to—
—Wei Wuxian reached out and cupped his face, turning it towards his own, forcing Lan Wangji to meet his eye. "Perhaps, he even saw something I wanted him to see? And heard something I wanted him to hear?"
Lan Wangji's lips parted, his eyes widening in shock as he looked for a trace of insincerity, but there was nothing there. All Lan Wangji found was open earnest hope.
"Wei Ying..." Lan Wangji breathed, the name shaky as he dared to hope himself.
"Ah Lan Zhan...Lan Zhan I thought you knew...I thought I had been clear in our letters," Wei Ying smiled, somehow still hopeful. "I've been waiting for you to make a move for so long...And then, when you accepted my invitation, I thought that maybe you liked me how I like you..."
It was here that Lan Wangji's world became fuzzy. He only understood short, clipped phrases from Wei Wuxian's rambling. Phrases like "tried to get you to see me" and "in love with you" and "hopped you felt the same" and "want you to be mine" and "last thing I could think to do".
All Lan Wangji could understand was that it had been premeditated. All of it. Wei Wuxian had served himself up on a platter like a feast for Lan Wangji's taking -intentionally - and Lan Wangji was a starving man. Wei Wuxian was saying yes. Please. I want you. And Lan Wangji wasn't going to say no.
Lan Wangji hurled himself forward, catching Wei Wuxian's mouth as Lan Wangji pushed him back onto the bridge. Wei Wuxian's body tensed at first from the surprise, then began to melt as his leg came up to wrap around Lan Wangji's waist, holding him in place.
Wei Wuxian sighed into the kiss, his fingers weaving through Lan Wangji's wet hair, and pulled him closer like he wanted Lan Wangji to melt into his body. Like he wanted to take Lan Wangji inside. Lan Wangji moaned into the kiss at the thought, trailing his lips along Wei Wuxian's jaw as he began to harden.
"Lan Zhaaaan," Wei Wuxian moaned as Lan Wangji scraped his teeth along the skin behind his ear. "Lan Zhan, please...Be gentle with your poor, fragile Wei Ying!" Your. He was rather fond of the sound of that.
Wei Wuxian was his...and he wanted everyone to know that. He took great pleasure in marking up the soft column of Wei Wuxian's neck - sinking his teeth into the tender skin of his throat, just above the knot. He enjoyed soothing the aggrieved skin with his tongue, only to do it again...
...And he especially delighted in the sounds Wei Wuxian made as he went. The little whining keens for more. The breathy gasps when Lan Wangji mouthed at his nipples, pulling one between his lips and toying with the other with his fingers.
The babbling pleads for him to be gentle with him when Lan Wangji pinched them, despite Wei Wuxian's hips thrusting upwards, seeking out some sort of friction to soothe the ache in his cock. Before, this could have been enough. It would have been sufficient.
Now, he wanted more. He wanted all of Wei Wuxian. He wanted his cock.
Unwrapping Wei Wuxian from his wet pants was like unwrapping a gift. He already could see...but it was somehow different. The water had hid little...but the view was still obstructed all the same. Baring Wei Wuxian completely was...
Better than anything he could have dreamed.
Lan Wangji didn't indulge in his wants often, but he did this time - allowing himself to pause and savor the reality of this moment. The lovely visage of Wei Wuxian, red chested and wet and panting as his equally red and wet cock eagerly jumped and twitched for attention.
There was only one word that came to mind when looking at Wei Wuxian like this:
Beautiful.
He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life...and the sounds that escaped Wei Wuxian as he took him into his mouth - slowly at first, to adjust to his large girth, then faster. Harder.
He hollowed his cheeks, and circled the head of Wei Wuxian's cock. Worked him until Wei Wuxian was pulling tightly at his hair.
"Lan Zhan...Ah...Lan Zhan...Close..."
That wouldn't do.
He wanted Wei Wuxian to come inside him.
Lan Wangji pulled off Wei Wuxian, ignoring his desperate cry and searching hands. Wei Wuxian wasn't going to get his way. Lan Wangji tugged off his ribbon and quickly tied Wei Wuxians hands above his head, delighting in the way his bruised and red mouth puckered into an outraged "O" before relaxing as Lan Wangji stripped.
His movements were slow and methodological as he delighted in the attention Wei Wuxian gave him - his eyes glued to every movement Lan Wangji's fingers made. Words of nonsensical encouragement tumbled from Wei Wuxian's lips, as the first layer fell wetly to the bridge.
Then the next.
Then the next.
Until he was completely bare. He enjoyed standing before Wei Wuxian, nude, watching his eyes widen as Wei Wuxian looked up and down his body - visibly swallowing when his gaze landed on his cock.
Lan Wangji internally smirked, pleased that he had been judged and found highly desirable.
Lan Wangji reached into the qiankun pouch he removed from his robes and plucked a bottle of oil from within. Holding Wei Wuxian's eye, he poured it over his fingers and sank to his knees above Wei Wuxian, bracketing his hips.
Then, still holding Wei Wuxian's gaze, he reached behind himself and circled his puckered hole.
It was a feeling Lan Wangji was familiar with by now, but despite this familiarity, Wei Wuxian's eyes on him made it feel new. Exciting. Slowly, he sunk one finger within - Wei Wuxian's moan making him shiver in delight. Then a second finger.
By the time he had reached a third finger, he was panting - his knees trembling. He likely needed more but…he couldn't take it anymore. Reaching behind himself, he slicked Wei Wuxian's cock before sinking down onto him. The sound Wei Wuxian released was positively animalistic. Lan Wangji loved it.
He loved the feeling of Wei Wuxian filling him. Stretching him to the fullest - nearly to the point of breaking. And then. He began to move.
He lost track of time as he rode him, allowing the pleasure of Wei Wuxian - the man he loved more than anything else in this world - filling him to inch him closer and closer to completion.
Wei Wuxian moved with him as best he could - firmly planting his feet to the rough, wooden bridge. He thrust up in time with Lan Wangji's movements, angling himself so he slid against a sensitive place within and soon he could feel the telltale tightening within his balls.
"Wei Ying..." he moaned, leaning forward to gain better leverage as he road Wei Wuxian's cock. "Close?" Wei Wuxian blinked up at him through bleary eyes - confusion was written across his face as if he were trying to see through the hot pleasure coursing through his veins. Lan Wangji could understand.
He felt like he was burning alive. He felt like every place Wei Wuxian touched him was a live wire. Like the bound hand on his hip was scorching his overly sensitive flesh as Wei Wuxian's nails bit into his skin.
"Close?" Lan Wangji repeated, his words coming out in a hot puff of air as he panted above Wei Wuxian. It was becoming too hard to think. Focus. He was so...
"Yes," Wei Wuxian moaned.
"Then come for me," Lan Wangji demanded, and he watched in fascination as Wei Wuxian did.
He watched Wei Wuxian’s face twist in pleasure. The tendons in his neck strain as he threw his head back. His whole body tensed as his cum flooded up into Lan Wangji...And Lan Wangji allowed himself to tip over the edge at the sensation.
His world whited out, and his ears began to ring. He stopped breathing as his body tensed up as he painted Wei Wuxian's abdomen white with thick ropes of his cum - some landing where that enviable, shimmering water drop had been before.
When the waves of pleasure subsided, he cracked his eyes open - unsure when they had closed - and found his head cushioned on the warm skin of Wei Wuxian's firm pectoral. He tilted his head up and took in the pleased, blissed-out expression on his face.
Wei Wuxian's fingers found their way through Lan Wangji's hair despite the binding, and Lan Wangji allowed himself to be held there, basking in the warmth of Wei Wuxian's attention.
"You know, I'm glad that worked," Wei Wuxian said after a moment, interrupting the pleasant peace that had washed over them.
"Mm?" Lan Wangji pressed, tilting his head up so his chin dug into Wei Wuxian's chest.
"Yeah. I wasn't really sure. I mean I'd hoped. But I didn't think it would work that well..."
"Wei Ying..." Lan Wangji smiled tenderly, pressing a kiss to his skin where he could reach.
"Only a fool would have said no. I have been called many things before, but a fool has not been one of them."
"...What about husband?"
Lan Wangji pushed himself off Wei Wuxian and took in the bright red flush of his cheeks as he also sat up, fingers tightly woven together and wrists still bound in his ribbon.
"Y-you don't have to say yes...It wasn't even really a good proposa—"
"—Yes." Lans do not interrupt. He felt it prudent to break this rule, just this once.
Wei Wuxian blinked owlishly at him.
"...Yes?"
"Mm. We should dress and inform people of our engagement. How do you feel about a summer wedding?"
"It's summer now! You want to wait a whole year?"
"No. I wish to wed now."
"I...Wha...We can't get married now!" Wei Wuxian sputtered.
"I don't see why not - why put off till tomorrow that which can be done today?"
An amused smile broke out across Wei Wuxian's face as he pulled Lan Wangji closer. "You really want to do this?"
"Mm," he nodded, delighting in Wei Wuxian's tender kiss. "I love Wei Ying. I do not wish to wait to call him my husband."
"Lan Zhaaaaaan..." Wei Wuxian whined, curling up into Lan Wangji's neck. "You're going to kill me with all of this talk. I'll perish before we can even wed!"
"Then we better hurry, before my future husband passes," Lan Wangji decided, standing from the dock and throwing Wei Wuxian over his shoulder. Abandoning their clothes, Lan Wangji began quickly walking back from Wei Wuxian's private pond towards his rooms, delighting in Wei Wuxian's squeal.
Lan Wangji was very glad he had finally accepted Wei Wuxian's invitation to Lotus Pier.
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