( There, just there. Fingers latching onto Wei Ying's hair, the entirety of their attention rapt with each other. Wholly and unapologetically gravitating toward Wei Ying.
He applies himself, handy and enthusiastic and learning, day by day, what it takes to be 'skilled.' Affection is a different beast than the cunning of intimacy, than passing his hand over Wei Ying's length and coaxing out moans.
He should do so again, perhaps within hours, certainly the day. Pauses do not serve when knowledge is so fresh. )
[Asking Wei Wuxian that is just asking for a stream of filth from his mouth. But if Lan Zhan wants it, he will oblige.]
Regular couples put a jade pillar in a yin dao, you know? That's how babies are made. But what happens if the couple only has jade pillars? [He pets Lan Zhan's chest. Trying to remember what the yellow books said about these things. But they're always so flowery, the stuff that Nie Huaisang likes. None of them were straight to the point.]
They can do what we just did... or they can find a substitute for a yin dao. The body has other holes after all.
( 'Regular' couples. As if they are somehow alien, out of place. He understands, in part, Wei Ying's meaning — and still smarts to think of him as untoward or perverse. Not his husband. Not him.
And then, the rest. Jade pillars, yin dao, substitutes. At the inevitable conclusion — the body has other holes — he is all flushed and seeking to stare at any other corner of the room, fervently wishing to make himself humble. Small.
This... goes far beyond his natural learning, and Cloud Recesses' finest efforts to educate its second son. He finally recovers the shamelessness to face Wei Ying again, then doubles it, hand suddenly wondering his lover's flank, his hip, the now known weight of his cock — and slipping below, to part his legs and gently, far too gently, brush against Wei Ying's 'hole.' )
This cannot fit. ( Like an engineer, finding the work wanting. ) Unsuitable for purpose.
[Wei Wuxian yelps-- no, squeals, when he feels Lan Zhan feeling about between his legs, because no one has ever touched him there! Maybe his parents to clean him up when he was an infant, but that's different! That's got nothing to do with this situation!]
Lan Zhan! A little warning! [Then he clears his throat, face burning in embarrassment.
And, more embarrassingly, his prick has begun to fill up again. His body actually likes it?! He's awed, horrified, and shocked.]
( A little warning, says his dearest one, who shies from Lan Wangji's touch like the maiden they both know him not to be. For once on this day, Lan Wangji lets his brows perk up, taking the measure of his husband incredulously. Really. )
I, Lan Wangji, hereby warn. ( ...of what, precisely, they never quite stipulated, and his touch stays simple, sweet, barely caressing Wei Ying's pretty treasure. His thumb lingers. )
[Mean! Bully! Awful! Tease! Wei Wuxian exhausts his personal vocabulary in his head as he whines wordlessly at Lan Zhan for keeping his thumb right there.]
We have salve! It should be good enough!
This is why you shouldn't have ruined that book way back then, you'd know how cut sleeves do it!
[Whine whine whine. Does Lan Zhan not know what he's doing to his poor Wei Wuxian.]
( One book would hardly have served them for an apt education, not when grooms and brides receive an hours-long education with the finest tutors of Cloud Recesses. Why is it, then, that men are so sidelined?
He feels, for the first time, disappointed with the work of his people. Wholly, unequivocally frustrated, brows pinched and alight with tacit fury. He should know better how to please his husband. He should not fail him so.
Belatedly, his hand withdraws from Wei Ying's precious private parts, nearly shy. )
Tomorrow, we shall procure more materials from Caiyi.
[Tomorrow again? Whatever happened to the adventurous spirit from earlier? Has it all burned out? No, surely not, it must be his lack of knowledge, then. Their collective lack of knowledge. But while Lan Zhan wants to read up on the goings-on in the marital bed, Wei Wuxian wants to just learn as they go.
Poor, poor Lan Zhan, his own sect has hobbled him and he can't learn through experience and experimentation, he absolutely needs a manual to instruct him. Like there are miji out there with sex techniques. Goodness gracious. It's like Wei Wuxian has to do all the work around here.
He sits up, and climbs into his husband's lap, wriggling around to find a good and comfortable position, as much as one can find when sitting on hard muscle and sticky skin, and not a comfortable cushion covered with silk.]
Some things you just can't learn in a book, Lan Zhan. But fine, if you want a book, we shall see if there's a merchant with the right books to satisfy you. In the meantime...
[He points downwards imperiously, between his legs. At the length that refuses to go down.]
How are you going to take responsibility for this?
( He's slow to shimmy on over, but brazen and headstrong, and Lan Wangji, quick to tip himself half sitting against the wall so that Wei Ying might better perch himself, has never met a cause over which the Yiling Patriarch could not win. No odds defy him, no battle frightens him. His wish be done.
And so he finds himself grounding his palm at the small of Wei Ying's back, welcoming the slight parting of his legs, until Lan Wangji may gently receive him. His hand walks the length of Wei Ying's belly, only distracted by recovering the single nearest layer of silks — Lan Wangji's own, through hazard — and slipping it over his lover's shoulders. For comfort, he needn't say. )
Holes, Wei Ying said. ( This, perhaps, with more authority than Lan Wangji suspects will ever haunt his bones, gaze intent on the riddle of Wei Ying's arousal, before him. ) Will... any do?
( Tellingly, he licks the seam of his own lips, to reveal his meaning. A taste. He enjoyed the one before. )
[Wei Wuxian's eye are drawn to the slight peeking of tongue, and one doesn't need any more hints as to what Lan Zhan means.
He settles himself properly against his husband, leaning back and resting some of his weight against his large, warm hands. He cannot get over how large Lan Zhan's hands are, they're wonderful.]
Does my husband want to offer his mouth? [He reaches out, thumb following the path the tongue made earlier on Lan Zhan's lip, before settling on the plush lower and pulling slightly.] He wants me inside him?
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He applies himself, handy and enthusiastic and learning, day by day, what it takes to be 'skilled.' Affection is a different beast than the cunning of intimacy, than passing his hand over Wei Ying's length and coaxing out moans.
He should do so again, perhaps within hours, certainly the day. Pauses do not serve when knowledge is so fresh. )
What more?
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Regular couples put a jade pillar in a yin dao, you know? That's how babies are made. But what happens if the couple only has jade pillars? [He pets Lan Zhan's chest. Trying to remember what the yellow books said about these things. But they're always so flowery, the stuff that Nie Huaisang likes. None of them were straight to the point.]
They can do what we just did... or they can find a substitute for a yin dao. The body has other holes after all.
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And then, the rest. Jade pillars, yin dao, substitutes. At the inevitable conclusion — the body has other holes — he is all flushed and seeking to stare at any other corner of the room, fervently wishing to make himself humble. Small.
This... goes far beyond his natural learning, and Cloud Recesses' finest efforts to educate its second son. He finally recovers the shamelessness to face Wei Ying again, then doubles it, hand suddenly wondering his lover's flank, his hip, the now known weight of his cock — and slipping below, to part his legs and gently, far too gently, brush against Wei Ying's 'hole.' )
This cannot fit. ( Like an engineer, finding the work wanting. ) Unsuitable for purpose.
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Lan Zhan! A little warning! [Then he clears his throat, face burning in embarrassment.
And, more embarrassingly, his prick has begun to fill up again. His body actually likes it?! He's awed, horrified, and shocked.]
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I, Lan Wangji, hereby warn. ( ...of what, precisely, they never quite stipulated, and his touch stays simple, sweet, barely caressing Wei Ying's pretty treasure. His thumb lingers. )
It will not make this more accommodating.
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We have salve! It should be good enough!
This is why you shouldn't have ruined that book way back then, you'd know how cut sleeves do it!
[Whine whine whine. Does Lan Zhan not know what he's doing to his poor Wei Wuxian.]
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He feels, for the first time, disappointed with the work of his people. Wholly, unequivocally frustrated, brows pinched and alight with tacit fury. He should know better how to please his husband. He should not fail him so.
Belatedly, his hand withdraws from Wei Ying's precious private parts, nearly shy. )
Tomorrow, we shall procure more materials from Caiyi.
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Poor, poor Lan Zhan, his own sect has hobbled him and he can't learn through experience and experimentation, he absolutely needs a manual to instruct him. Like there are miji out there with sex techniques. Goodness gracious. It's like Wei Wuxian has to do all the work around here.
He sits up, and climbs into his husband's lap, wriggling around to find a good and comfortable position, as much as one can find when sitting on hard muscle and sticky skin, and not a comfortable cushion covered with silk.]
Some things you just can't learn in a book, Lan Zhan. But fine, if you want a book, we shall see if there's a merchant with the right books to satisfy you. In the meantime...
[He points downwards imperiously, between his legs. At the length that refuses to go down.]
How are you going to take responsibility for this?
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And so he finds himself grounding his palm at the small of Wei Ying's back, welcoming the slight parting of his legs, until Lan Wangji may gently receive him. His hand walks the length of Wei Ying's belly, only distracted by recovering the single nearest layer of silks — Lan Wangji's own, through hazard — and slipping it over his lover's shoulders. For comfort, he needn't say. )
Holes, Wei Ying said. ( This, perhaps, with more authority than Lan Wangji suspects will ever haunt his bones, gaze intent on the riddle of Wei Ying's arousal, before him. ) Will... any do?
( Tellingly, he licks the seam of his own lips, to reveal his meaning. A taste. He enjoyed the one before. )
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He settles himself properly against his husband, leaning back and resting some of his weight against his large, warm hands. He cannot get over how large Lan Zhan's hands are, they're wonderful.]
Does my husband want to offer his mouth? [He reaches out, thumb following the path the tongue made earlier on Lan Zhan's lip, before settling on the plush lower and pulling slightly.] He wants me inside him?